Cheng Xiaoyu stood before the ice block, his gaze sharp, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
For frozen within this massive ice block was none other than Warudo, the Momo Fruit user, known as the World Destroyer.
"Ygritte, split it open."
"As you command, My Liege."
Ygritte straightened his posture, gripping the black greatsword in his hand, its blade wreathed in flowing shadowy power like dark mist.
He stepped forward, raising the greatsword high, and as the blade descended, a fierce sword qi tore through the silence, precisely striking the colossal ice block.
"Crack—"
The ice block cracked in response, the fissures spreading rapidly like a spiderweb, and in an instant, the entire massive ice block disintegrated into countless ice crystals, scattering in all directions.
A figure standing in the center of the ice block emerged, his body still carrying a chill as he slowly stood upright.
His figure was robust and slender, silver-grey hair cascading over his shoulders, his musculature lean and powerful, appearing overall like a savage statue.
His deep-set eyes slowly opened, a trace of confusion in his gaze.
Whether from the cold or prolonged inactivity, he trembled slightly, like an ancient beast on the verge of awakening.
He paused, then asked in a low, hoarse yet imposing voice: "Now... what year and month is it?"
"Year 1522 of the Sea Calendar."
Cheng Xiaoyu stood with his hands behind his back, his thin lips slightly upturned, a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Ygritte and Jian Ya, meanwhile, stood alertly on either side of Cheng Xiaoyu, while Pell silently stood behind, his red eyes hidden beneath his cloak still fixed on the person before him.
"Year 1522..."
Upon hearing this number, the man first froze for a moment, then burst into a loud laugh.
His laughter shook the entire dungeon, echoing incessantly, "So... thirty years have truly passed! Hahahahaha!"
"Roger, Whitebeard, those guys, they must be old men by now! And I, Warudo, am still in my prime!"
Warudo laughed arrogantly, as if he had already envisioned himself reigning supreme over the world.
"Prime?" Cheng Xiaoyu sneered, "Everyone grows old, but shadows do not. Become my shadow, Warudo."
"Shadows do not?" Warudo instantly stopped laughing, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's, "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like." Cheng Xiaoyu snapped his fingers.
The next second, Ygritte, Jian Ya, and Pell simultaneously attacked, launching a fierce assault on Warudo!
The black greatsword in Ygritte's hand sliced through the air, stirring up gusts of wind, and struck towards Warudo's head.
"Song of Blazing Fire." Jian Ya also unleashed a powerful fireball, sending it hurtling towards Warudo.
Pell, meanwhile, remained hidden in the darkness, biding his time, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Warudo at any moment.
Facing the encirclement of three powerful Shadow soldiers, Warudo dared not be careless and quickly used his Momo Fruit ability.
"Momo - Tenfold Speed!"
Warudo roared, his figure suddenly blurring, moving like a phantom.
Ordinary people's naked eyes couldn't even catch his movement trajectory, only seeing afterimages flash by.
He was like a whirlwind, raging through the dungeon, dodging Ygritte's fierce sword qi and Jian Ya's scorching fireball.
At the same time, his entire body was covered in a layer of formidable Armament Haki!
The strength of his Haki was so immense that he could directly withstand Ygritte's slashes.
Cheng Xiaoyu stood still, watching the battle before him with a cold expression.
He had no intention of acting personally from the start, choosing instead to observe how his three Legion Commanders would deal with this once-renowned legendary figure.
"Momo - Tenfold Shotgun!"
Warudo laughed wildly, slamming his hands together in the air!
Countless fragments of air, accelerated to terrifying speeds by his ability, transformed into a storm-like barrage of bullets, heading straight for Cheng Xiaoyu.
At that moment, the entire dungeon seemed to be engulfed in a tempest.
Every "shot" carried an aura of destruction, tearing apart everything in its path.
Jian Ya strode forward, standing in front of Cheng Xiaoyu, his hands raised high.
Song of Protection!
A magical shield appeared out of thin air, enveloping Cheng Xiaoyu.
The bullet rain struck the shield, emitting a sharp tearing sound.
"Boom boom boom—!" A series of deafening explosions echoed through the dungeon.
"Song of Gravity!"
The next moment, Warudo's figure suddenly froze, a powerful gravitational field instantly engulfing him.
His lightning-fast speed suddenly went out of control, as if a great mountain had suddenly pressed down on his back; he actually stopped mid-air and crashed heavily onto the ground.
"This—the power to change gravity?!" Warudo was immediately shocked, prostrating on the ground, his eyes glaring furiously at Jian Ya.
However, the "surprises" Cheng Xiaoyu's Shadow Army had for him did not stop there.
Now!
Pell, hidden in the darkness, sneered, his previously concealed figure flashing out like a phantom.
His ten-meter-long, scaly tongue, imbued with a black and red intertwined Armament Haki, lashed out fiercely.
"Puff—" The tongue, like a sharp blade, pierced directly through Warudo's side, pinning him to the ground.
"Ah ah ah—!" A heart-wrenching scream erupted from Warudo's mouth, his body trembling violently, his face instantly turning ashen.
Pell's tongue was coated with a potent venom, which rapidly spread through the wound to Warudo's entire body.
Warudo felt a sudden dizziness, his body gradually losing control, finally collapsing weakly to his knees.
Warudo wanted to struggle, but the gravitational suppression and the venom's corrosion left his limbs powerless, and he watched helplessly as his life rapidly drained away.
"Damn it... just regained freedom... and now I'm going to die...?"
Warudo's eyes were filled with unwillingness; he hadn't even had time to figure out what these shadows in front of him truly were.
"Now your body is consumed by venom, your speed is confined by gravity, and your glorious years have long passed."
Cheng Xiaoyu observed everything unfolding before him; it was clear that with the perfect coordination of the three Legion Commanders, this strong man of the old era would not last much longer.
Warudo's gaze was fixed on Cheng Xiaoyu, his eyes full of incomprehension.
"Why did you save me, only to kill me! Do we have a grudge?"
Cheng Xiaoyu slowly walked forward, each step like a stomp on Warudo's heart, making him gasp for breath.
"No." Cheng Xiaoyu's tone was relaxed, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
Warudo gritted his teeth, blood gushing from his mouth.
"Close your eyes; it will be over soon, very soon..."
Cheng Xiaoyu seemed to be comforting a dying man, his tone calm yet imbued with a bone-chilling coldness.
Warudo's consciousness gradually blurred, everything before his eyes becoming distorted.
He seemed to see thirty years ago, himself full of vigor, challenging the strong figures of that era: Roger, Whitebeard, Golden Lion...
Although they all ended in failure, he always managed to retreat unscathed.
Then he saw himself being arrested by the Marine and frozen in Impel Down...
"I... am not reconciled..." Warudo used his last ounce of strength to let out a low growl, then completely lost consciousness.
Cheng Xiaoyu nodded in satisfaction; the strength of these three Legion Commanders, even in the Pirate World, which was full of experts, was enough to rank among the top-tier powerhouses.
Ding, successfully killed the World Destroyer, Momo Fruit user, Warudo.
"Stand up, Warudo." Cheng Xiaoyu commanded in a low voice.
The next second, Warudo's shadow quietly extended from the ground, like a wisp of smoke being drawn from his body.
The shadow grew denser, finally forming a clear human shape, identical to Warudo's appearance in life, but imbued with a stronger murderous aura and coldness.
Shadow extraction successful!
"Very good, now, we should move on to the next target."