One Piece: Curse of Immortality

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Unlike any time before, this time, his target was everyone. "This is a life-or-death battle!" Shanks roared. Everyone moved, and their terrifying auras clashed in an instant. 

A malicious glint shone in Saint Saturn's eyes, and an ominous aura filled the space between heaven and earth as an inexplicable power continuously radiated from his body. 

The target of this power was the high-speed Arashi. 

"BOOM!" 

At that moment, Arashi's sword swung down, clashing with Saint Garling. "The genius boy who could take on an Admiral at the age of fifteen?" 

Looking at Saint Garling holding his sword with both hands, sweating profusely, and struggling to withstand his slash, Arashi grinned. 

"Just an empty reputation!" Saint Garling said with difficulty. 

"It's not an empty reputation!" Arashi raised his blade, slashed out, and clashed with Shanks, forcing the latter back a few steps. 

Immediately after, he twisted his waist and kicked the sword out of Mihawk's hand. A violent collision occurred between the two.

"When I was seventeen, I was still a weakling oppressed by nobles!" Saint Garling was startled, a look of shock on his face. 

"What?" Beside them, Saint Saturn's eyes were dark and cloudy. He thrust his cane forward with a cunning speed, cloaked in Haki. 

In that same instant, Arashi felt his body being imprisoned by an invisible force, unable to move. 

"Interesting!" 

A smile appeared on his lips. Arashi stood there, unable to dodge. 

"Pfft!" 

The cane pierced through Arashi's abdomen, and blood splattered out. "He wasn't lying to you, Saint Garling." 

"At seventeen, he was nothing more than a slave in a common noble family's household on the Sabaody Archipelago!" Saint Saturn's words shocked Saint Garling. 

"Seventeen, a common slave?" 

He couldn't even connect the peerless powerhouse before him, a man who struck fear into his own heart, with a slave from a noble's house.

Because at seventeen, he had been high and mighty, already making a name for himself in his circles. 

Just as his opponent had said, he was already capable of taking on a Marine Admiral at the age of fifteen. 

"Time is a magical thing. Just like when you met me when I was seventeen, you would never have imagined that more than twenty years later, today." 

Pausing slightly, Arashi smiled, raised his longsword again, and swung it down at Saint Garling. 

"You would be here, facing me like this!" As his words fell, Arashi's longsword also slashed down. 

"SWISH!" 

Saint Garling's pupils contracted. A long, bloody gash was torn across his chest and abdomen, and his entire body was sent flying backward. 

A shower of blood sprayed out. His body tumbled across the ground, staining the dust red and leaving a long trail, before he finally sat down hard on the ground. 

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A look of pain appeared on Saint Garling's face as he stared gravely at Arashi, who was once again locked in battle with the other three. 

"Am I getting old?" he murmured, unable to stop thinking about what Arashi had just said. 

At fifteen, he was endlessly glorious, hailed as a genius boy, already able to take on an Admiral. 

By twenty, he had secured his position as the commander of the God's Knights and participated in the battle at God Valley. 

Now, today, his chest and abdomen were slashed open by a single blow, and he had encountered the most terrifying enemy he had ever seen in his life. 

"Commander!" At that moment, a team of men ran over and helped him up. Someone quickly bandaged his wounds. 

"Lagis! Weren't you dealing with Arashi's subordinates?" Saint Garling stood up with difficulty. 

"The Blackbeard Pirates are dealing with them. Compared to that, we felt that this battlefield was the one we should join."

Lagis said in a low voice. Saint Garling was slightly taken aback, then nodded. "You're not wrong. But you should also be very clear about what you will face when you confront that man." 

This single sentence made the faces of all the God's Knights members present turn serious. 

"Of course, we understand!" Vice-Commander Lagis said slowly. 

"This is our mission, isn't it, Commander!" Rimo said in a deep voice. He was also already over fifty, older than the three Marine Admirals. 

"Let's fight! This war reminds me of that battle many years ago, the God Valley incident!" Sommers laughed loudly. 

"God Valley?" Saint Garling's vision blurred for a moment. Hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh as well. 

"That's right! That war, just like today, was truly a gathering of heroes!" That war, just like today, had brought together a host of great figures. 

One could say that the figures of an entire era. They had all appeared there. Rocks! Golden Lion Shiki, Gol D. Roger, Whitebeard Edward Newgate. 

Kaido, Charlotte Linlin. Tyrant, Bartholomew Kuma! And so on. The great figures who were incredibly active in that era had all appeared on that island. 

Just like today. Some of the names that once resounded throughout the era had already left the stage, while others were still alive and well. 

"Kaido of the Beasts!" 

"Big Mom." 

"Marine Fleet Admiral, Arashi."

 "Blackbeard, Marshall D. Teach." 

"Red-Haired Shanks, the World's Strongest Swordsman Mihawk." "

And those guys." Saint Garling's gaze shifted, and he saw Kuma locked in a fierce battle with the Blackbeard Pirates. Time was truly a magical thing. 

The little slave from back then has today become an indispensable great figure in the Marines. 

"This war will change the entire world!" he said softly. This was a strong premonition.

With his wounds bandaged by his comrades, the bleeding quickly stopped, and he felt a little more at ease. 

Grasping the longsword in his hand, Saint Garling smiled. "In a person's life! To be able to participate in two such grand spectacles, this life has not been lived in vain!" 

"Brothers!" He shook his longsword, his gaze becoming sharp. 

"With me, let's go witness this era!" The men behind him were roused, shouting: "Yes!" On the battlefield ahead. 

The battle had completely entered a white-hot stage. Wounds were constantly being added to the bodies of both sides, and blood was spraying outwards. 

Saint Saturn displayed his unique ability, which could immobilize people, rendering them unable to move. 

However, Arashi's madness shocked everyone present. The battle between the four was incredibly bloody. 

In just a short exchange, Arashi's body was already covered in flowing blood and countless gashes.

But the smile on his face grew wilder, even showing a hint of excitement. Yes, the more this man fought, the more excited he became. 

He swung the longsword in his hand, slashing down at Shanks. The movement was completely without frills, a perfect example of overwhelming power. 

But just as it was about to land, his body suddenly paused. 

"Saturn!" Arashi roared, struggling with all his might against the invisible restraining force. 

Mihawk took this opportunity to slash him, leaving a deep gash, and right after that slash, Arashi's longsword slashed down, directly cutting open Shanks's abdomen, causing him to cry out in pain as he jumped back. 

Saint Saturn's face was grim. He quickly saw Arashi charging straight at him. "Your ability is very annoying!" 

At this moment, Arashi looked somewhat ferocious, bathed in blood. He swung his longsword with his left hand.

And in his right hand, he held a lightning spear. Saint Saturn's expression was grave. He raised his cane to block the longsword. 

"CRACKLE!" 

A giant black and red lightning bolt erupted in the air, and a ferocious aura radiated outwards. Arashi's pupils contracted slightly. 

He could feel his opponent's spirit. It was like a beast, a king sitting high upon a cold throne. 

Clearly, as one of the Five Elders, the intensity of Saint Saturn's Haki was in no way inferior to his own. 

"I still underestimated you," Arashi said in a low voice. Saint Saturn remained silent, beams of light shooting from his eyes, enveloping Arashi's entire body. 

Instantly, Arashi's body stiffened. At this moment, Mihawk charged forward with his sword again. 

"Pfft!" 

This slash pierced through Arashi's right chest from behind, destroying his lung. 

But at the same time, the latter also turned, and the lightning spear in his hand, with a flash of electricity, pierced through his abdomen. 

"Urgh!"

Mihawk grunted, a searing hole appearing on his abdomen. He staggered back, blood flowing onto the ground, quickly pooling into a small river. 

This was a fatal wound, a testament to the cruelty and bloodiness of this battle. "Your immortal body, what kind of secret does it hold?" Saint Saturn asked. 

Arashi grinned, looking down at the hole in his right chest. "Who knows? But the secrets you hold." 

"They should be quite interesting, too!" He burst out laughing, a red light flashing in his eyes. 

He gripped his longsword and charged forward again, seemingly completely unconcerned about his injuries. 

"Arashi!" Saint Saturn raised his cane, clashing with him at high speed. Their movements were incredibly fast. 

What was even more shocking was that, at this moment, he was perfectly parrying all of Arashi's fierce attacks. 

"Starting to show your true strength?" Arashi laughed. He swung his sword continuously, clashing with his opponent again and again with heavy blows.

Causing great ripples to erupt. The blood from his body was flowing out madly. "If I keep fighting, I'll die! Then I'll die!" This immense voice vibrated in everyone's ears, casting a shadow over their faces. Because.... 

This man could not die! The battle was fierce. Bloody and cruel! Blood was practically spraying, falling onto the ground, staining large patches of soil red. 

Arashi swung his sword continuously, his body rapidly moving and shifting. In a single instant, he had clashed with Saint Saturn's cane a hundred times. 

Dazzling sparks and lightning intertwined around the two of them. As their four eyes met, another invisible ripple spread out. 

This ripple was small when it radiated from their location, but as it spread over a distance, it turned into a raging gale. 

"Exhilarating! Your strength surprises me, but it's also within reason!"

"If you, who stand at the pinnacle of the world, didn't possess such power, it would undoubtedly be unreasonable!" Arashi laughed heartily. 

"No, compared to us, you, Arashi, are the more fearsome man!" Saint Saturn retreated quickly. 

His cheeks, chest, and thighs were all gashed by the blade, leaving him in a sorry state with blood constantly welling up. 

The strength of this man was so great that he alone was simply no match. 

Even when using his Devil Fruit abilities to their fullest, he couldn't restrain or imprison his opponent for long in a one-on-one fight. 

The only things that had any effect were his Haki and his physical prowess: his combat experience and the level of his swordsmanship. 

But these were undoubtedly not his areas of expertise. "Hahahahaha!" Arashi laughed wildly. As he swung his longsword, blood splattered, and under the shining sun.

It created a wild and domineering image in Saint Saturn's eyes. For a moment, he was somewhat dazed. Deep in his heart, he was conquered by this man's power. 

It was truly an unprecedented level of strength! "Even Lord Imu." 

Involuntarily, a thought crossed his mind, and he began to compare him to the great figure residing high above in Pangea Castle. 

But in an instant, he dispelled this disrespectful thought. "How could I compare him to that great lord?" 

In his daze, a blinding flash of a blade slashed before his eyes, causing his expression to change drastically. 

"What are you spacing out for? Saturn!" 

The longsword cut through him as if he were tofu, slicing down from his chest and abdomen, then severing the three spider legs on his lower body. 

The intense pain made Saint Saturn scream out. He shot backward with his remaining legs, retreating quickly. 

Blood flowed from his body, and a large amount of sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Just thinking about some things!" Saint Saturn raised his head, his expression grave. 

"As an enemy, you wouldn't think that I would still adhere to a knight's duel and go easy on you, would you?" Arashi said faintly. 

"Of course not!" Saint Saturn said through gritted teeth. He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them, fully concentrating on the war before him. 

As he closed and opened his eyes, a mysterious power swept over his entire body. The wounds on him began to heal at a rapid pace. 

This was an astonishing scene because the speed of his wound recovery was too fast; it could even be considered a special kind of immortality. 

The gashes healed, and the severed spider legs grew back. It was nothing short of a miracle. 

"That's good! This is a battle to the death! And you will be buried here in this war. Take a good look at how you die. For you, that should be an important thing, shouldn't it?" Arashi said faintly. 

Saint Saturn's pupils contracted, and a malicious glint suddenly shone in his eyes. A silent gaze shot out and struck Arashi, sending him flying backward. 

"Saint Garling, it's time for your God's Knights to play their part!" Saint Saturn roared. Following his words, several figures flickered behind Arashi, surrounding him. 

It was Saint Garling, wrapped in bandages, along with the Vice-Captain of the God's Knights, Lagis, and the combatants Rimo and Sommers. 

As soon as a few of them arrived, they immediately launched an attack. "Is he Fleet Admiral Arashi? Observing him up close really makes one's soul tremble!" 

"What terrifying pressure! His Conqueror's Haki is almost constantly surrounding him, forming a domain of ferocious aura!"

"Anyone with a weak will can't even get near him." With just one glance, the members of the God's Knights felt their hearts tighten. 

They had never seen anyone who could cultivate Haki to such a degree. Even Rocks from over twenty years ago were a far cry from the man before them. 

"We can only brace ourselves and go for it! No matter how strong the enemy is, our mission target this time is him!" Lagis growled. 

His body quickly transformed, becoming a half-man, half-beast creature with a ferocious aura. He was a user of the Mythical Zoan fruit. 

As for the other two behind him, one was a Paramecia user, and the other a Logia, and they both launched their specialty attacks. 

Saint Garling, holding his sword, slashed down at Arashi's back with a grave expression. "It won't be this easy! And there's only one chance."

"In my current physical state, even with them, we would not be a match for him in a single exchange!" 

The voice echoed in his mind, and a cold light shot from Garling's eyes. In the blink of an eye, the two sides had already met. 

Arashi was still flying backward, his back to them. "The best chance! Kill him!" Lagis shouted. 

The members of the God's Knights were all incredibly excited. But suddenly. Before their eyes, it was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed past. 

Time and space seemed to pause for everyone for an instant. The figure with his back to them, at some unknown point, had already turned around. 

"What?!" Lagis's pupils contracted, his body shaking violently. He didn't even see how his opponent had changed his posture. 

"Who are you going to kill?" Arashi's voice came out like a devil's sneer. "SWISH!" He reached out a hand and grabbed Lagis's head.

The speed of his movement made everyone present feel a tingle on their scalp. The next second, the five fingers of his right hand tightened. 

"Ah~" Lagis let out a painful scream. Five indentations appeared on his skull. Arashi's terrifying strength seemed about to crush his head. 

"Let go of the Vice-Commander!" Rimo and Sommers's expressions changed drastically. 

They both charged forward, launching their attacks. But they were all easily neutralized by Arashi. The two couldn't even get close to him. 

"This man's Observation Haki!?" Rimo's expression was ugly. They finally understood a fact: the two sides were not on the same level at all. 

"I seem to have said! And Saint Garling has already reminded you. Minions should not participate in this duel between us." 

"That would undoubtedly detract from the spectacle of this war." Arashi smiled faintly, his right hand suddenly pressing toward the ground.

"Blue Hole!" After a deafening boom, the shockwave sent Saint Garling and the others flying, and a deep pit appeared in the ground. 

Lagis's eyes rolled back. He lay there spread-eagled, blood flowing out from under him, pooling into a puddle. 

The Vice-Commander of the God's Knights was defeated and lost his ability to fight in the first instant of his encounter with Arashi. 

"Since you won't learn your lesson, I'll have to teach you with a painful truth!" Garling's face was twisted, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably. 

Then he heard Arashi's demonic voice again. His heart pounded, and he looked up. 

"Tempest Kick!" Not far from him, Arashi appeared abruptly, his leg sweeping horizontally.

A sharp slash instantly struck Rimo, and black and red lightning bloomed in the void. 

"CRACK!" 

Space seemed to shatter. Then, his pupils shook violently as he saw Rimo's body.

It was severed at the waist, and a large amount of blood sprayed out. The combatant Rimo was sliced in two by this one kick! 

An instant, just a single instant. Arashi's speed was so fast that he couldn't even react. 

"Rimo!" Flames shot from Saint Garling's eyes; he was furious to the extreme. But Arashi's figure flashed and appeared again. 

This time, he was in front of Sommers. "A-A-Arashi!" Sommers was trembling all over. 

The fate of the Vice-Commander and Rimo had filled him with absolute terror at this moment. 

"Galaxy Impact." 

But Arashi didn't care if he was afraid, nor did he know the meaning of mercy. 

This was a battle to the death. Both sides were aiming to kill the other. 

Any mercy or holding back was suicide! War has never been a place for saints to reason; it is the ruthless domain of bloody killers.

"BANG!" 

The force of the punch went straight through his body. Sommers's eyes widened, instantly becoming bloodshot. Then, the light in his eyes gradually faded. 

Arashi pulled back his fist, shook off the blood, and glanced down at Sommors. Then, he suddenly turned and swung his longsword.

"CLANG!" 

The blade in his hand collided with Saint Garling's, sending out a shower of blinding sparks. 

"You have completely and thoroughly angered me, Arashi!" Saint Garling roared, seeing the miserable state of his men. 

"You will be joining them in hell very soon," Arashi sneered. 

"I'm going to kill you!" Saint Garling bellowed. He unleashed all of his power, attacking Arashi fiercely. 

This crazed state also inflicted more wounds on Arashi. But what made one's heart tremble was that Arashi's body seemed as if it weren't his own.

He paid no mind to his physical condition, swinging his sword with wide, sweeping motions.

"SWISH!" 

This slash nearly took off Saint Garling's chin, forcing him into a hasty retreat. The furious Saint Garling instantly calmed down, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. 

He had to admit that he alone was simply no match for his opponent.

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