One Piece: Curse of Immortality

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The Reverie was filled with heated discussions, fierce arguments, and outright insults. 

The vast hall echoed with noise, and King Cobra's previously composed demeanour had completely vanished. His face was ashen, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Heh, the Seven Warlords plan?"

"King of Alabasta, have you been bribed by pirates?"

"I'm beginning to suspect you're colluding with them!"

"Using pirates to stop the chaos of this world? How naive!"

"We should send King Cobra to the gallows for conspiring with pirates! And his entire family should face the same fate while we're at it!"

Mocking laughter and scornful remarks filled the room, creating a chaotic scene. Cobra clenched his fists, trembling with rage as the taunts grew louder. 

Although a few voices expressed support, they were drowned out by jeers and condemnation.

Despite their polished façades, the nobles were no different from ordinary people—perhaps even crueller when their masks of civility were stripped away. 

Their actions, once unmasked, could be far more savage than those of beasts.

Suddenly, a tall figure stepped into the chamber. The room fell silent as if a pause button had been pressed. 

Fear flickered across the faces of many present. An unexplainable aura swept through the hall, suffocating and oppressive, making everyone tremble.

"Who dares speak of executing the Nefertari family?"

The cold voice echoed through the chamber. The figure strode forward and sat beside Cobra, his piercing gaze scanning the room. 

Anyone who met his eyes recoiled instinctively, trembling in fear.

"I could have you executed first," the man said, his icy words cutting through the silence.

A frigid chill swept through the room, causing those who had spoken against Cobra to break into a cold sweat.

"Nefertari Arashi!"

"The legendary Vice Admiral with overwhelming power!"

"They say he's strong enough to be an Admiral. A terrifying man."

"The one who captured Pirate King Roger and Golden Lion Shiki!"

The atmosphere grew suffocating as everyone stared at the shirtless figure, his muscular frame etched with scars and visible power. 

The weight of his legendary exploits rendered the room speechless.

Some nobles, in particular, remembered the recent rumour of Arashi striking a Celestial Dragon. 

Despite this, he had faced no repercussions. The fear of provoking him and suffering the same fate silenced further dissent.

"The Seven Warlords plan was my idea," Arashi said calmly.

"Whether it's implemented or not is up to the World Government, not for you to argue over."

His voice was indifferent, yet his authority was undeniable. Crossing one leg over the other, Arashi sat back, disinterested in further debate.

"Prince Arashi is right," said an elder from the platform, his voice tinged with respect. 

"The Seven Warlords plan will be seriously considered. Let's move on with the meeting."

The elder's eyes revealed a trace of reverence. Unlike the others, he knew where Arashi had just been and what he had faced. 

For this man to return unscathed and sit here again spoke volumes.

The meeting resumed with the topic of the Seven Warlords tabled. Cobra breathed a small sigh of relief and turned to his brother, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Well?" he asked.

"Just a simple test," Arashi replied with a faint smile. "Both sides have reached a temporary balance."

"So, nothing happened?" Cobra pressed.

"Precisely," Arashi confirmed.

Satisfied, Cobra finally relaxed. Igaram draped a loose robe over Arashi's shoulders to cover him while Arashi leaned back, indifferent to the rest of the meeting. 

His eyes narrowed slightly as he fell into deep thought. The Five Elders and Im had been probing him, but Arashi did the same. 

The immense strength of the Five Elders and the enigmatic nature of Im were hurdles he would inevitably have to face. 

This exchange of tests left both sides wary, leading to a temporary equilibrium.

The World Government had avoided one problem, while Arashi had secured more time to strengthen himself. Yet the pressure they exerted was undeniable.

"They're all incredibly powerful," he thought. 

"Even a simple test couldn't reveal their true capabilities. But their foundations must be unimaginably deep to have ruled the world for 800 years."

His brow furrowed as he pondered. So far, the forces he had built were still insufficient to challenge the World Government.

"A hidden dragon should remain unseen," he mused. 

"When the time is not ripe, and the power is inadequate, one must accumulate strength in the shadows and wait for the right moment. And that is exactly where I stand now."

With that, his tense expression eased.

The meeting grew lively again, and soon, it was time for a recess. The participants left their seats, preparing for the next session the following day.

"It seems there's resistance to the Seven Warlords plan," Cobra remarked on their way out. "Why did you propose it? Do you truly believe it will benefit the world?"

"It's just an interesting suggestion," Arashi replied faintly. "But in the end, it's bound to be approved."

After all, this was the natural course of the world's progression. Even without him, this plan would have come to fruition eventually.

The plan would eventually be proposed and implemented by the World Government regardless.

"Where were you just now?" Cobra asked in a low voice.

Arashi was about to reply when he suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowing as he looked ahead. 

In the distance, a group of imposing figures approached, exuding a commanding presence. 

Leading them was a man Arashi had recently encountered—Figarland Garling. 

His iconic crescent-shaped red hair and piercing, sharp gaze made him instantly recognizable.

However, unlike their previous meeting, Garling was now accompanied by eight other figures cloaked in oversized robes, their entire bodies and weapons concealed, radiating an oppressive aura.

"The Holy Knights!"

Gasps of astonishment rippled through the surroundings as people recognized the group. 

Arashi's eyes narrowed as he focused on Garling while Cobra clenched his hands tightly, his expression tense.

The Holy Knights—a mysterious and powerful group with unparalleled authority, capable of even judging Celestial Dragons.

"CP0! The strongest shield!"

Another wave of exclamations followed as nine towering figures approached from another direction. 

Though Arashi did not recognize the man at the forefront, the murmurs from those around him revealed the group's identity.

"Arashi!" Cobra called out softly, sweat beading on his forehead. Instinctively, he stepped forward, shielding his brother behind him. 

Beside him, Igaram and Vivi stood on high alert, their faces tense with worry.

It was evident that both groups were here for them, though their intentions remained unclear.

"Nefertari Arashi," Garling said with a faint smile, "it seems you've violated the Celestial Dragons' rules."

"Oh?" Arashi raised an eyebrow and smirked.

In the next instant, his expression sharpened, and he stepped forward swiftly, placing himself between Cobra and the approaching group. His right hand moved to grip the sword's hilt at his waist.

Shing!

As the blade left its sheath, a sound like a dragon's roar resonated. 

At the same time, Garling's figure appeared before him, wielding a longsword that slashed toward Arashi.

Clang!

The clash of swords echoed, sparks flying as the collision sent shockwaves rippling outward. Those nearby stumbled back in alarm.

"Planning to fight it out here?" Arashi grinned, lightning crackling across his body as thunder rumbled above.

Garling squinted at him. "Just a friendly spar, nothing more. Look, they haven't even moved yet," he said, gesturing toward the other cloaked figures in the distance.

Arashi chuckled, glancing at the eight shrouded figures. "A spar, you say?"

"Exactly."

Garling's figure blurred as his longsword slashed down again, leaving a dazzling arc in its wake. 

But once again, Arashi blocked it with precision. The blades collided violently, and the ground beneath them cracked under the force.

"You're quite strong," Garling muttered, his pupils contracting slightly.

His sword twisted mid-swing, angling toward Arashi's centerline in an unexpected trajectory. 

Lightning flickered as the blade grazed Arashi's chest, while Arashi's sword, with equal swiftness, aimed directly for Garling's neck.

"This is too dangerous!" Garling thought, his heart pounding as he quickly retreated.

A flash of light followed as a piece of Garling's robe fluttered to the ground, torn by Arashi's counterattack. 

His expression darkened as he slowly raised his head, gazing at Arashi before returning his sword to its sheath.

"The Nefertari family has quite the remarkable individual," Garling remarked. "But in this Holy Land, it's best not to get too arrogant."

Arashi smiled faintly and sheathed his sword as well. It was clear that this was another test—a display of strength and a warning simultaneously.

Clang!

As Arashi's sword clicked into its sheath, rushing wind came from above. 

A fierce kick descended toward his head with such force that the air seemed to split like a blade.

Arashi looked up, a smirk forming on his lips. "CP0 wants to join the fun too?"

With a sudden burst of energy, a shockwave rippled outward from Arashi's body.

"Tekkai!"

The technique's name rang out, and the man delivering the kick smiled confidently.

"You're too reckless, too prideful!"

"Just Tekkai?" Arashi muttered disdainfully.

In the next instant, as the man's foot struck Arashi's head, a loud crack echoed, his expression shifting drastically.

"He's taken Tekkai to this level!"

Shock flooded his mind, followed by a searing pain that forced him to leap back and create distance. His eyes were now filled with unmistakable fear.

Garling's gaze flickered, narrowing as he watched the scene unfold. 

Both groups had now subtly blocked Arashi's path, while the surrounding nobles remained deathly silent, sensing that the situation was turning ominous.

Just then, two figures approached swiftly from the distance.

"Well, my dear disciple, who are you sparring with?"

"Why not I join you as well? It's been ages since I've had a proper warm-up!"

Laced with laughter and cold menace, the voice reached everyone's ears, causing Garling and CP0's expressions to shift slightly.

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