The pinnacle of pirates! Beginning as a trainee in Roger's crew

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One-handed, eyes glowing crimson like a god of judgment, Ozz tracked Shamrock's every move.

His posture looked relaxed, but his hands moved with blinding speed.

Clang.

Clang.

His blade danced like a storm, striking from all angles. Black slashes surged like a tidal wave.

Teleportation Style: Thousand-Blade Barrage.

Ozz nearly gave in to the urge to yell out the name. But he held back, focusing instead on overwhelming speed.

Each flash of his blade seemed to fill the air completely.

"That speed!!"

Shamrock's heart pounded as he parried desperately. Crimson slashes bloomed around him, his sword spinning in a dazzling dance, barely keeping up.

But muscle could only go so far.

No matter how fast you swing, you can't beat instant movement.

Ozz feinted left then, in the blink of an eye, struck from the right.

The change was so sudden, Shamrock only had time to twist his body slightly.

But even so, blood flew.

The blade cloaked in black lightning always found an angle like a beast stalking its prey, darting in and out of reach.

The crowd could see it clearly now: Shamrock was falling behind.

Ozz's face remained calm, lips curled in a faint, unreadable smile.

Shamrock's face, on the other hand, was grim and tight.

Because when you were the one under pressure you couldn't smile.

"Damn it…"

With a clenched jaw, Shamrock unleashed a massive slash, his blade sweeping in a wide arc.

Ozz parried it, but was pushed back several meters.

"What's the matter? Getting serious now?"

He stomped the ground and surged forward again.

The sheer force of the reaction cratered the earth beneath him, forming a deep pit like a meteor impact.

Longblade in hand, cloaked in raw power, he loomed like an ancient war god.

This time, he wanted to set the tone decisively.

Even if this next strike didn't knock Shamrock out, it would at least cripple him.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

Amidst the red-black lightning, twin crimson lights locked onto Shamrock like twin crosshairs, cutting subtle fissures in the air itself.

Ozz closed the gap in an instant

"Divine Departure!!"

A single slash turned the sky black.

Just the sight of it made everyone watching think one thing:

If you try to block that, you die.

The surface of the Red Line trembled. The ground split apart. The world seemed to teeter on the edge of a yawning abyss.

Ozz's gaze sharpened with resolve.

He couldn't help it. He had to say the move name.

He'd been holding back for too long.

Shamrock, facing the brunt of that monstrous slash, broke into cold sweat.

His eyes dropped to his blade.

No more holding back.

If Ozz could use his fruit power, so could he even if it wasn't his own ability.

Against such a terrifying strike, Shamrock slowly raised his sword.

A massive surge of energy gathered around it.

Then the blade transformed.

"What is that?"

Red light flared in Ozz's eyes.

And then, with a flash of understanding, he frowned.

Mythical Zoan…

Hellhound Cerberus.

The blade swelled and twisted grotesquely.

Chains snapped. Black mist poured out.

Three monstrous heads erupted from the sword's core, each wearing spiked collars and snarling with jagged fangs.

Ozz had never seen a transformation like this not with that distinctive awakened mist.

From each gaping maw, steel fangs protruded, exuding a hellish aura.

Conqueror's Haki wove through the smoke, making the beast heads even more terrifying.

"Dotor Ozz!!" Shamrock shouted. "This is what a Devil Fruit's true power looks like!!"

His expression turned solemn. This was his all-out move.

Three hellish heads opened wide, each launching blades wreathed in Conqueror's Haki, spiraling toward the lone figure of Ozz.

Triple Cerberus Execution.

The same technique once pushed Giant Prince Loki to the brink of death.

This wasn't just Shamrock's own power it was the awakened form of a Mythical Zoan.

And this time, it was even stronger, infused with full Armament and Conqueror's Haki.

Ozz could block it.

Of course he could.

He struck back with a blade wreathed in sword aura and Haki.

He shattered two of the hellhounds outright.

But by the time he reached the third

His strength ran out.

"So this… is what patch-note privilege looks like."

As the shockwave tore through the mist, Ozz emerged from the explosion, landing steadily on the ground.

His eyes met Shamrock's again.

The young knight's spirit had not faltered. His sword still shimmered, the outlines of snarling heads flickering along the blade.

"Well then…"

Ozz's grin widened as he slowly sheathed his sword Ace.

Seeing Shamrock's confused expression, he slowly slipped on a pair of black gloves.

"Guess I'll pull out a little trick of my own."

He clenched his fists.

"Let's see what happens… when I fight at full power."