One Piece: Wielder of the Void

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The battle between the two sides had raged on for nearly half an hour.

Both sides had endured heavy clashes, but it was Anos who managed to remain composed despite suffering some injuries.

Although his body bore the marks of combat, the wounds weren't deep enough to cause lasting damage if treated properly.

Anos's strategic mind was already calculating his next move, knowing his injuries could be managed with the right care.

On the other hand, Olvia Omoro and his subordinates were in a dire situation. They had started the fight with confidence, their elite training as CP2 agents bolstering their morale.

But as the battle wore on, the intensity of the confrontation and Anos's relentless attacks began to wear them down.

What had once been a team of highly skilled agents was now a group of desperate men, cornered like ants on a hot plate, scurrying in search of a way out.

"King Tru, do you really intend to take things this far? Is there no room for negotiation?" Olvia Omoro's voice was cold, his eyes narrowed in frustration.

Despite his usual composure, the cracks in his calm demeanour were beginning to show. His team was dwindling, and the pressure was mounting.

Anos looked at him with a sly, sinister smile, his demeanour radiating malevolence. He didn't seem concerned about his injuries or the prolonged nature of the fight.

He appeared to be enjoying himself, revelling in the chaos and suffering around him. His confidence remained unshaken, and his eyes gleamed with a cruel, calculating glint.

"Do you really think it matters if I stop now?" Anos responded, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You, the leader of CP2, would never allow us to leave peacefully. I know you well enough. The moment you step out of this kingdom, you'll come after us with everything you've got. So why bother pretending?"

"Instead of worrying about what happens next, you should start accepting the reality that you won't be leaving here alive. Why not stay? It's quite pleasant, don't you think?"

The grin on Anos's face widened as he surveyed the increasingly desperate group. His words were laced with mockery, designed to instil doubt and fear.

It was clear that Anos was not merely fighting for survival, he was enjoying the psychological warfare, relishing the terror he inspired in his opponents.

One of Olvia's subordinates, a man wearing a red tie, couldn't contain his frustration. His voice was filled with rage as he shouted.

"Boss, why are you wasting time with this guy? Just kill him already! If we take him down, the barrier will collapse. When that happens, we'll make sure this entire kingdom is reduced to rubble!" His eyes were wild with desperation, reflecting the hopelessness of their situation.

Anos laughed, the sound echoing through the battlefield like the cawing of a crow over a corpse.

"Oh, really?" he mocked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Do you honestly think that's all I've got? How many times have you threatened me like this? And yet, here we are, still locked in the same situation. You're amusing, I'll give you that. But you're playing a losing game."

The man with the red tie clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over. He knew the truth deep down. Without finding a way to neutralize Anos's spatial abilities.

It didn't matter how long they fought or how hard they tried. Sooner or later, they would tire, and a single strike from Anos could be fatal.

Olvia, however, remained focused. His mind was racing, searching for a strategy to overcome their seemingly invincible opponent.

"Guike, stay close to me from now on. Don't act recklessly. Wait for the right moment. When you see an opening, strike quickly and kill him!" Olvia barked his orders with authority, his voice tinged with urgency.

He was a seasoned leader, and he knew they had no margin for error.

Olvia's observations were sharp. Using his Kenbunshoku(Observation) Haki, he had already sensed the presence of multiple strong individuals outside the barrier.

Although the unexpected presence of reinforcements surprised him, his immediate priority was to deal with Anos. Once they had neutralized their primary threat, they could assess the new situation.

Until then, there was no room for distractions.

Guike, a veteran of many battles, nodded in acknowledgement, his expression serious.

Meanwhile, Kova, another member of the CP2 team, abandoned his search for an exit and repositioned himself closer to Olvia and the others.

Out of the six agents who had arrived with CP2, two were already dead, and one was seriously injured. Only three remained, and it was becoming increasingly clear that Anos could strike at any moment.

The tension in the air was palpable, and even these highly trained agents were beginning to feel the weight of impending doom.

"You don't seriously think the Space-Space Fruit is only for defence, do you?" Anos's voice cut through the air like a knife. He was smiling again, his gaze fixed on the remaining three agents. His words were a taunt, designed to provoke a reaction.

Olvia's face went pale. He had feared this revelation from the beginning. The other two agents may not have fully understood the implications of Anos's words, but as the leader of CP2, Olvia knew exactly what they were up against.

The mission from the higher-ups had been clear: retrieve the all-powerful Devil Fruits, particularly the Space-Space Fruit, which was classified as one of the most dangerous and overpowered fruits in existence.

The Space-Space Fruit's abilities were nothing short of terrifying. Among Devil Fruits, it was considered a bug a fruit whose powers transcended the normal limits of logic and reason.

The ability to control space itself was a despair-inducing power, one that could easily spell doom for anyone unfortunate enough to face its wielder.

Olvia had initially assumed that Anos only knew how to use the fruit's defensive capabilities, creating barriers and manipulating the battlefield to his advantage.

But Anos's words confirmed Olvia's worst fears Anos was not limited to defence. He had mastered the fruit's offensive potential as well.

This was no longer a battle for survival; it was a struggle against an overwhelming force of nature.

The barrier surrounding them was proof of the fruit's incredible power. Despite the immense force of the attacks exchanged within it, not a single leaf outside the barrier had moved.

The spatial manipulation was so precise, so absolute, that it left the surrounding environment completely undisturbed.

Olvia's hands trembled slightly as he realized the full scope of their predicament. He had been confident at the outset, but now his confidence was eroding.

Anos's power was far greater than he had anticipated, and the young king's taunts only deepened the sense of dread creeping over him.

"Guike, suppress his movements. Kova, support with side attacks. We can't let him have any room to retaliate!" Olvia's voice cracked slightly as he issued his orders. He was no longer thinking of victory he was thinking of survival.

If they could at least keep Anos from attacking, they might have a slim chance of making it out alive.

The two agents sprang into action. Guike focused on restricting Anos's movements, while Kova moved into a flanking position.

The man in the red tie, however, had his own plan. With grim determination, he began to release a large bubble something he had never used before.

The bubble was at least three meters in diameter and shimmered with vibrant, rainbow-like colours.

"Both of you, stay back! I'm going to take him down with me and break this barrier!" the man in the red tie shouted, holding the massive bubble above his head. His intent was clear he was willing to sacrifice himself to destroy Anos and free his comrades.

But Anos was not about to let that happen. He had fought too hard to let these invaders ruin his plans now.

Just as he prepared to strike, Kova rushed forward, forcing Anos to react defensively.

Anos activated his Space Jump ability, disappearing in an instant and reappearing a short distance away.

Unlike traditional teleportation, Space Jump allowed him to move freely within the spatial boundaries he controlled.

He could appear anywhere within the space at will, making it nearly impossible to predict his next move.

"Echolance" Anos roared as he reappeared behind the man in the red tie. His sword flashed through the air, the attack swift and deadly.

Before Kova could warn his comrade, Anos's blade came down. But Olvia, ever vigilant, was already on the move.

Transforming into his Silver Moon Wolf form, Olvia appeared beside Anos, launching a ferocious claw strike at him. The attack was precise and devastating.

Anos, caught off-guard by the combined assault, had no time to defend himself. Olvia's claws raked across his chest, leaving three deep, bone-exposing wounds.

Blood poured from the injuries, staining Anos's clothes as he was hurled against the edge of the barrier. His body slammed into the invisible wall with a sickening thud.

The young king, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, crumpled to the ground, trembling from the pain. His hands shook uncontrollably as he struggled to catch his breath.

This was the closest he had ever come to death, and the realization sent a shiver down his spine.

If not for his rigorous training, which had enhanced his physical endurance, he might have died from the blow.

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