I the King of bandits of the East Sea

CP0 is the world's most elite secret intelligence agency.

White Mask, as expected, is a cold and emotionless killer.

But he's not just a killer—spycraft, conspiracies, and all kinds of underhanded tactics are CP0's specialties.

He is a professional, and no matter what happens, his emotions remain unaffected.

While stationed at the lookout tower, White Mask heard Sig speculate about his lurking presence, yet his heart remained utterly unshaken.

But now...

White Mask's mind was reverberating with three ultimate questions, leaving him completely dumbfounded.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Just moments ago, he had been lurking perfectly in place. Then, all of a sudden, his body lost control and darted forward to intercept the sword.

Even now, his body remained completely immobilized, unable to move an inch!

It wasn't just White Mask. Everyone on the deck was also staring blankly at this bizarre scene.

White Mask had charged out at a speed so fast it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

Most people had only heard a noise from above. By the time they raised their heads and then lowered them again, a tall figure had appeared kneeling on one knee on the ground.

"What just happened?"

"Who is this guy?"

"What is he doing?"

Ivankov, though slightly better off, also recognized CP0 like Sig did, yet his heart was equally baffled.

Why was CP0 kneeling on the ground, holding the sword like that?

Wasn't CP0 supposed to jump out and assassinate Sig? With that terrifying momentum and incredible speed just now, how did things turn into this...?

Both White Mask and Sig were now as still as statues, motionless.

A deep frown creased Ivankov's large face. The scene before him was simply beyond comprehension.

"I get it! I really get it this time!"

The bald man suddenly popped out, patting his head as if he had reached an epiphany.

"What did Boss Sig just say a moment ago... something like 'I have a sword that can make immortals jump'?"

Sig's eyelid twitched slightly.

"In any case, what just happened was that Boss Sig and this White Mask guy had a brief fight!"

"It's just that someone of Boss Sig's caliber moves so fast, battles between such powerful figures are completely beyond what the naked eye can perceive!"

"In just one second, this White Mask guy rushed out from the lookout tower, trying to launch a sneak attack on our Boss Sig."

"And in that same second, Boss Sig exchanged over a thousand blows with him! In the end, with just one sword, Boss brought him to his knees!"

"Their movements were so fast that before we even realized it, the fight was already over."

Listening to the bald man's nonsense, the others became even more confused.

Who would believe such a ridiculous explanation?

However, Ivankov suddenly trembled, his expression turning to one of astonishment.

While the bandits and revolutionary army warriors around him couldn't make sense of it, Ivankov had seen it with his own eyes—the terrifyingly fast charge of CP0!

To be fair, CP0's terrifying speed, combined with Sig's seemingly instantaneous swordplay that even Ivankov couldn't fully follow, did seem... somewhat possible.

"Could it be that this bald guy is actually onto something? Did Sig-boy really exchange a thousand strikes in an instant? Is this his true power?"

"Or maybe... it's not that exaggerated... Perhaps they only exchanged a few blows, and Sig-boy subdued him with a single sword after that."

As these thoughts crossed Ivankov's mind, he began looking at Sig with an entirely different expression.

No matter the process, the fact was that CP0 had been forced to his knees by Sig's sword and was now completely unable to move!

How strong was CP0?

Ivankov had personally felt his terrifying speed just moments ago. If it had been him in CP0's sights, he figured he'd have barely been able to lift his arms to block the attack in time.

But what truly shocked and even terrified Ivankov wasn't CP0's insane speed, nor was it Sig's overwhelming strength.

It was the words Sig had spoken before drawing his sword.

"This is all part of my plan."

"He already knew about CP0's presence, lurking in the shadows!"

"Sig-boy's plan... Assassinating the Celestial Dragons and dealing with CP0... Could this all be part of some grand scheme?"

"After learning that Garp had met with Sig, we revolutionaries initially thought that the assassination of the Celestial Dragon, meant to attract Garp, was just a misunderstanding on our part..."

The more Ivankov thought about it, the colder he felt inside. Sig's image in his mind became even more mysterious and formidable.

What he didn't know was that Sig himself was also in a difficult position at the moment.

After swinging that sword, Sig realized his body couldn't move either!

This is some overpowered control! It even affects me!

Sig's inner fantasies were completely shattered.

He had been dreaming about wielding a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, calling out the names of Emperors and Admirals one by one, lining them up for execution.

"Stupid system keeps messing with me! I thought I was finally transitioning into an invincible power fantasy!"

Sig roared internally.

The hand holding the sword could still be lifted, but... Sig didn't dare to move!

If the "Barehanded Blade Catch" were canceled, who would be able to deal with CP0?

Judging from the terrifying speed CP0 displayed earlier, he could probably kill everyone in an instant.

As Sig hesitated between advancing and retreating, he suddenly realized... something worse was happening.

The kneeling White Mask was trembling slightly, struggling with all his might.

Sig could feel an overwhelming force coming from his sword, so powerful that if he weren't immobilized by the system, he would likely have been knocked over already!

"Wait, he's still able to struggle!"

Sig suddenly remembered that even Li Jing's perfect version of the "Barehanded Blade Catch" wasn't omnipotent—it had once been countered directly by Nezha, who shattered the sword.

Sig's heart jolted with shock.

At that moment, he heard a low voice coming from beneath the White Mask.

"Armament Haki: Hardening."

The White Mask was still wearing his white gloves, with not a single bit of his skin exposed, but Sig could feel that the strength of the struggle had surged significantly!

The sword in his hand was now beginning to tremble slightly.

Sig could sense that the opponent's resistance was nearing the point of breaking free.

He likely wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer, and the enemy would forcibly escape!

"Could it be that the compatibility is too low, and since this isn't the perfected version of King Jing's ability, it can only control someone as strong as CP0 for a short time?"

Sig was beginning to panic.

The sound of his "Conqueror's Engine" was triggered again, thumping louder and louder, but the force pressing against his sword only became stronger after a brief moment of calm.

"Wait, does the opponent think I'm about to attack him, which is why he's struggling even harder?"

In his anxiety, Sig's peripheral vision caught sight of a large face leaning in from the side.

"Sig-boy, how are you planning to deal with CP0?"

Sig's eyes lit up instantly.

An idea came to him in that moment of desperation. Quickly coming up with an explanation, he cleared his throat and adopted a calm and indifferent expression:

"Previously, I was indebted to your Revolutionary Army for your assistance—you gave us intel and helped us escape the burning Terminus."

"This man... consider him my gift of thanks to your Revolutionary Army."

Sig stood there coolly, with his sword pressing down on the kneeling CP0, as he spoke.

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Who can guess the identity of CP0?