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Impel Down, Level 1.2!
The pungent, metallic stench of fresh blood hung heavy in the air.
Byrnndi World collapsed.
The top half of his head had been sheared clean off.
A viscous, white slurry spilled out, followed by a geyser of vibrant crimson blood. It was a gruesome, blindingly bright display of carnage.
The scene was unspeakably brutal.
Jin activated the Munch-Munch Fruit. The demonic carrier's power swallowed the fallen pirate whole, instantly refining his essence and extracting the More-More Fruit.
"Hah... hah..."
Bullet and Redfield were panting heavily. Jin's overwhelming dominance had left both legendary monsters profoundly shaken.
These were two men defined by their absolute solitary strength, yet here they were, forced into an alliance of convenience.
And still, they couldn't secure a victory.
Worse, one of their own had been effortlessly executed.
Redfield's expression was grim. "I never imagined a monster like you could emerge in the outside world."
Bullet bared his teeth, a feral grin of excitement spreading across his face. "This is getting interesting!"
Jin's eyes flickered.
His Observation Haki flared, catching a sudden premonition.
Without warning, a brilliant cascade of light, like a shower of falling stars, swept toward him.
The sheer power radiating from the attack was staggering, even from a distance.
It was a barrage of crescent-shaped sword slashes, tearing through solid stone and steel with the force of a tidal wave.
Jin spun, bringing Shusui up in a backhand parry. A shockwave infused with Conqueror's Haki erupted from his blade like a cannon blast, shattering the incoming barrage of light into a million harmless fragments.
The sheer intensity of the Haki clash told him everything he needed to know.
This was a top-tier threat.
Jin looked up.
He knew exactly who had arrived.
The Supreme Commander of the God's Knights: Saint Figarland Garling.
And he wasn't alone.
Following his arrival, a series of pentagram summoning circles flared to life, illuminating the dark corridor. The rest of the God's Knights stepped out from the light.
"These guys..." Bullet's eyes narrowed.
"The God's Knights," Redfield noted, his posture tense.
Garling's gaze swept over the two escaped legends. "Bullet. Redfield. Do you desire your freedom?"
"Hm?"
Both men looked surprised.
Weren't these the World Government's ultimate enforcers? Weren't they here to put them down?
"Join forces with us," Garling commanded. "Help us kill Jin, and you will have your freedom."
Jin watched the exchange with utter calm. His expression remained completely unreadable.
The appearance of the God's Knights was entirely within his calculations. The moment he decided to intervene at Impel Down, he knew the World Government would inevitably make a move.
Sengoku had undoubtedly reported his presence to the Five Elders. And with Impel Down completely cut off from the outside world...
For Imu, the Five Elders, and the God's Knights, this was the perfect, isolated kill box.
They could assassinate Jin and simply pin the blame on the rioting prisoners. The World Government would keep its hands perfectly clean.
If Jin knew this was a trap, why had he come?
First, Impel Down was a goldmine of soul crystals, essential for the carrier's next evolution.
Second, he had absolute, unshakeable confidence in his own power.
Third, by drawing the World Government's ultimate enforcers here, he was actively diverting their attention and resources away from Marineford. This would inadvertently relieve some of the pressure on the Whitebeard Pirates, allowing the impending Summit War to yield far more devastating results.
"Join forces with you? To kill him?"
Bullet threw his head back and let out a booming laugh. "Hey, hey! Aren't you two supposed to be on the same side?"
He turned to Jin with a mocking sneer. "Looks like you've been betrayed, kid."
"Hilarious!"
Bullet crossed his arms, his face twisted in absolute disdain. "I don't play those kinds of games."
This situation struck a very personal nerve for Bullet.
At the age of eight, he had been a child soldier under the command of General Douglas Gray. His primary purpose was to act as cannon fodder—charging the front lines, clearing minefields, or running suicide bombing missions to open paths for the regular infantry.
In that brutal theater of war, the soldier who achieved the greatest merit was awarded a prestigious "Medal."
Having grown up with nothing but weapons and death, the young Bullet coveted that medal above all else.
But there was only one medal to give.
Bullet fought like a demon, achieving unparalleled results. Yet, on the absolute cusp of victory, he was betrayed by his own comrades.
They stole the medal and left him for dead, critically wounded.
The betrayal stemmed from fear. Bullet was simply too powerful. Even the other child soldiers, raised in the same living hell, felt threatened enough to murder him.
Bullet survived. He hunted down every single child soldier who had conspired against him, slaughtering them all and reclaiming his medal.
And in that bloody aftermath, he realized the true cause of his failure.
It wasn't just their treachery. It was his own carelessness, his own arrogance. It was the pathetic weakness of actually trusting his comrades.
From that day forward, Douglas Bullet trusted no one.
He fought solely for his own absolute victory.
Looking at Jin's current predicament, Bullet saw a reflection of his past self.
He wouldn't lift a finger to help Jin.
But he certainly wasn't going to team up with the World Government's lapdogs.
Redfield scoffed arrogantly. "I will take my freedom with my own two hands. I don't need your charity."
Garling's expression turned glacial. "Stubborn fools. Kill them all!"
"CHARGE!"
The God's Knights—minus the already deceased Saints Sommers and Killingham—launched a coordinated assault. Even Doflamingo was among their ranks.
This was an overwhelmingly powerful strike force. Armed with their immortal bodies and devastating Devil Fruits, they possessed enough raw power to wipe out any Yonko crew.
Saint Shamrock engaged Redfield.
A short-haired female Knight charged at Bullet.
The rest of the squad converged on Jin.
Jin's eyes locked onto the approaching Garling, his gaze as sharp as a razor.
Garling drew his blade, unleashing a blinding flurry of a thousand slashes. The brilliant arc of light resembled a falling crescent moon.
Jin swung Shusui to parry.
Conqueror's Haki clashed in mid-air, discharging violent arcs of black and red lightning.
The sheer concussive force of the impact sent Garling hurtling backward. He hit the ground hard, skidding awkwardly before regaining his footing.
"LORD GARLING!"
The other Knights gasped in shock. The Supreme Commander had been overpowered in a single exchange? It was unbelievable.
A terrifying killing intent spiked.
An arrow, moving so fast it seemed to tear through the very fabric of space, shot toward Jin's blind spot. It carried a chilling, lethal aura.
Saint Gunko had launched a sneak attack.
Jin didn't even turn. He simply threw a backhand punch.
CLANG!
His Haki-coated fist met the arrow head-on, deflecting it effortlessly.
Gunko was stunned.
Shecouldn't fathom how Jin's bare fist could possibly be hard enough to repel his supposedly indestructible arrows.
A skeletal figure wielding a massive black scythe closed in, the weapon radiating a suffocating aura of death, like a reaper straight from Hell.
A long-haired female Knight dove from above, launching a vicious, lightning-fast kick.
Jin moved with brutal efficiency. There were no flashy techniques, no wasted motion. Every strike was simple, direct, and devastatingly powerful.
He swung Shusui in a wide arc.
A massive pillar of Conqueror's Haki erupted upward, blasting the long-haired woman out of the sky.
He followed with a sweeping punch.
The shockwave shattered the aura of death and sent the skeletal Knight crashing into a far wall.
"ROOAAR!"
A deafening roar shook the corridor.
THUD... THUD...
The very earth trembled violently.
A hulking giant, resembling one of the monstrous Numbers, charged forward, swinging a colossal war hammer.
Jin met the charge with a devastating front kick. His foot slammed into the hammer, the sheer kinetic force sending the massive weapon—and the giant wielding it—stumbling backward.
"Sixteen Holy Assassin's Bullets: God's Thread!"
Doflamingo finally made his move.
Sixteen razor-sharp spears of condensed, Haki-infused string shot toward Jin, their tips gleaming with lethal intent.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The sixteen devastating strikes, all imbued with Conqueror's Haki, slammed directly into Jin's body.
But to Doflamingo's absolute horror, an aura of shimmering, incandescent light pulsed around Jin. His overwhelming Armament Haki formed an impenetrable, invisible armor.
The ultimate attack was completely deflected. Jin hadn't sustained a single scratch.
It was utterly incomprehensible!
Before Doflamingo could even process the failure, Jin vanished. In the next microsecond, he materialized directly in front of the Warlord.
Shusui lashed out in a horizontal slash.
Despite desperately layering his threads with Armament Haki, Doflamingo's defense was sliced open. A sickening SHLUCK echoed as blood sprayed from a deep gash across his chest.
If Gunko hadn't violently yanked him back with a tether of arrow-bandages at the last possible second, that strike would have cleaved Doflamingo cleanly in half.
Doflamingo coughed up a mouthful of blood, his heart pounding with raw terror.
The other God's Knights felt a cold dread settle over them.
Against Jin's monstrous Conqueror's Haki, their supposed "immortality" was proving to be completely useless??
"Divine Punishment!"
Garling charged again. His movements were ethereal, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake. His speed was entirely beyond the comprehension of ordinary men.
As the Supreme Commander, his combat prowess was in a league of its own.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
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