Watching from a distance as Roldyfought alone against three Admiral-tier combatants and several members of the Holy Knights, Saint Figarland's expression grew increasingly grim.
The power Roldyhad just displayed—
If one were being honest—
Had been enough to kill him instantly.
Even when he had fought Rocks D. Xebec in the past, the pressure had only been on that level.
And yet—
That brat was barely in his early thirties.
Considering the lifespan of Giants and Minks, he wouldn't even reach his true physical peak until around fifty.
A monster like that…
"…Anything beyond control must be eradicated here."
A ruthless glint flashed in Figarland's eyes.
He glanced at the fallen Holy Knights—some dead, some screaming in agony—and at the surviving members who were already struggling just from the aftershocks of battle.
He reached into his coat.
Pulled out a capsule.
It snapped open.
A silver needle extended.
Without hesitation—
He plunged it into his own heart.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
His heartbeat grew violently powerful—unnaturally so.
In his Frostmoon Howling Wolf hybrid form, silver fur grew wildly. Muscles and bones expanded. His body swelled, rising another full head taller.
An icy, ominous aura radiated from him.
His eyes turned bloodshot.
Every top-tier combatant present felt it.
Roldyand the three Marines halted their clash, turning toward Figarland.
"What is that…?"
"That aura… what trick did he use?"
Roldyfrowned.
Under his Observation Haki, Figarland's presence surged dramatically.
Previously, Figarland ranked mid-to-upper among Admiral-tier fighters.
Now—
He surpassed Garp.
Perhaps only slightly inferior to Rocks in his prime.
"Boss… you used it?"
The surviving Holy Knights stared in shock.
They knew what it was.
A cutting-edge enhancement developed by the World Government.
Issued specifically to elite Holy Knights with regenerative immortality.
It forced blood circulation into overdrive, temporarily elevating combat power to extreme levels.
But the side effects were severe.
A brief explosion of strength—
Followed by prolonged weakness.
"Why are you hesitating?! Attack! We cannot allow someone like this to continue growing!"
Figarland roared, charging straight at Roldi.
His speed had increased by at least thirty percent.
The rapier slashed toward Roldi's arm—
Only to be blocked by pitch-black Armament Haki.
Their crimson eyes met.
Figarland poured all his strength into the blade.
Roldi's arm did not budge.
The Armament Haki coating it was unbreakable.
And in Roldi's gaze—
Figarland saw mockery.
"You don't seriously think you're the protagonist of this story, do you?" Roldysneered.
"You think borrowing power that isn't yours makes you capable of beating me?"
"You don't understand."
Figarland was faster now—
But Roldywas faster still.
After awakening, the Moa Moa no Mi didn't look flashy.
But its amplification had long since fused into Roldi's instincts.
Every part of his body could trigger burst multiplication at will.
Not a full 360-degree simultaneous amplification—
But he could switch enhancements fluidly.
Now—
At a frequency of once per second—
He alternated between amplifying speed and strength.
"You—!"
Figarland realized too late.
Roldygrabbed his left arm—
And began smashing him against the ground like a rag doll.
The brutality was sickening.
Garp, Sakazuki, and Borsalino tried to intervene—
But Roldyused Figarland as both shield and weapon.
Figarland was ruthless himself.
He endured Garp's "Fist of Love."
He endured Sakazuki's Great Eruption.
He endured Borsalino's light-speed kick.
Only then did he cough up blood.
Meanwhile — The Other Battlefield
"They're really going at it over there."
Sheen tiptoed slightly to peek toward Roldi's battlefield—while casually dodging a Vice Admiral's strike.
On their side, many Vice Admirals had already fallen.
Mihawk dueled Bogard in a fierce sword battle—this nameless Marine swordsman was strong enough to stalemate him.
Crocodile maneuvered against three Vice Admirals using his Logia powers.
Moria grit his teeth, holding off two injured Vice Admirals.
Sheen himself faced one elite Vice Admiral and two standard ones.
The situation remained deadlocked.
If anything, the four were still at a disadvantage.
Several Vice Admirals lay unconscious.
Two weaker ones had died.
But Vice Admirals were the backbone of Marine Headquarters.
Only someone as carefree as Sheen could afford distraction at this level.
"Arrogant pirates! Don't get ahead of yourselves! None of you are leaving today!"
The elite Vice Admiral panted heavily.
He looked battered.
After all, Sheen—worth 1.8 billion Berries—was individually stronger than him.
Still, he remained confident.
The Marines held the advantage in top-tier power.
Sabaody's proximity to Marine Headquarters and Mary Geoise worked in their favor.
If this dragged on—
Victory would belong to them.
"Run?"
Sheen tilted his head.
"Why would we run?"
His blue eyes locked onto the Vice Admiral.
At four meters tall, with serrated teeth and the ferocious aura of a shark Fish-Man, he was intimidating.
"Did you misunderstand something?"
"You think the World Government's played all its cards?"
"Who told you my captain doesn't have any left?"
"Nani?!"
Sheen's position was special.
He was Roldi's absolute confidant.
And also—
Roldi's favorite punching bag.
Because of that relationship, Sheen's strength had skyrocketed.
And he knew more about Roldythan Mihawk or the others.
For example—
There had been that day.
Roldyhad excitedly declared he wanted to demonstrate a newly developed ability.
From that day forward—
Sheen felt overwhelming pride in being a Fish-Man.
He was also deeply grateful—
That the battlefield that day had been near the sea.
He swore—
If gods truly existed—
They still wouldn't stand a chance against Roldyin that form.
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