One Piece: Holy Light Swordmaster

"Fufufufu… Wright, you bastard! Did you really think my family would obediently stay in place and let you slaughter them?!"

Doflamingo sneered, his grin twisted with rage as he watched Wright casually delegate tasks. "Family! Attack the center of the arena with everything you've got! Let's see how strong your so-called ability really is!"

"Hmm, an all-out assault won't work for you all... But we have three people, don't we?"

Wright watched Rosinante head toward the eastern arena while Smoker entered the southern one. Ignoring the taunts of Diamante in the western arena, Wright walked straight into the northern arena, where Doflamingo awaited.

Rosinante and Smoker, armed with the Lightforged Beacon Crystal and unwavering justice, could freely move in and out of the Cross Arena.

The same could not be said for the Donquixote Pirates. The Holy Light's protective power came with an extra barrier against evildoers like them.

"Doflamingo... among your family members, only you and Pica can wield Armament Haki effectively," Wright said as he slowly approached Doflamingo and Monet. "So I'm not the least bit worried about you breaking the Cross Arena."

"Five-Color String!"

Before Wright could finish speaking, Doflamingo launched his attack without hesitation.

Monet transformed into snow, her Logia powers unable to bypass the Holy Light barrier, leaving her to spread a blizzard in an attempt to slow Wright's movements.

"Monet! Fall back!" Doflamingo growled through gritted teeth. "Even if you're a Logia, fighting him is futile!"

"Too slow!"

Wright drew Ashes, his blade suddenly flashing as he accelerated. In an instant, he appeared behind Doflamingo, slashing into the air with deadly precision.

"Ahhh!"

A scream echoed as Monet's partially re-materialized body emerged from the blizzard. The edge of Ashes had cut deep into her left shoulder.

"Damn it! Foot-Shave String!"

Doflamingo hadn't even noticed Monet's exact position, but Wright's Observation Haki easily pinpointed her elementalized form. Imbued with Armament Haki, his single strike rendered her helpless.

"Little lady... whether it's combat skills, Devil Fruit mastery, or battle instincts, you're miles behind Kuzan," Wright said coldly. He sidestepped another of Doflamingo's attacks, tossing the gravely injured Monet to the ground. "The difference in our levels is too vast—one strike is all it takes."

"Y-young master..."

Monet gasped weakly. Since eating her Logia fruit, she hadn't felt pain in years. Now, in the face of this young Rear Admiral, she was no different from an ordinary person.

"Monet..."

Doflamingo's smile vanished, replaced by a grim expression. "You really lack any sense of gentlemanly conduct, Wright… Come at me!"

"As you wish."

Rosinante, cigarette in his mouth, exhaled a plume of smoke as he stepped into the eastern arena.

"Behihihi… Corazon—no, Rosinante..."

Trebol sneered, his slimy voice grating as usual. "Have you come to die?"

The younger members, Baby 5 and Buffalo, hesitated at the sight of the familiar figure.

"Rosinante! You traitor! Unforgivable—G—!"

"Diweng Fist!"

Lao G, a martial arts master, struck a dramatic pose before launching an attack on Rosinante.

To the Donquixote executives, this former punching bag—beaten to a pulp years ago—was now rushing to his death.

"Silent Domain!"

Rosinante activated an invisible field, and in an instant, the entire eastern arena fell into utter silence.

"Fix·Finger!"

With a calm command, Rosinante's ability locked Lao G's middle fingers in place as his body, propelled by his own momentum, continued forward uncontrollably.

"..."

Inside the silent field, Lao G made no sound, nor could he hear anything. His fingers dislocated painfully as his own force twisted his body into an awkward sprawl.

Behind him, Trebol's goggle-covered eyes bulged in disbelief. His mouth gaped, but no sound emerged.

What just happened?!

"Without your middle fingers, you can't even form a proper fist," Rosinante muttered, though no one could hear him. "As Wright says—better to cripple two fingers than injure ten."

"Rankyaku!"

Rosinante's long legs swept the air, launching vacuum slashes that sent the flailing Lao G flying.

"Soru!"

Rosinante appeared mid-air above the falling Lao G.

"Fix·Foot!"

Lao G, just regaining his balance, found one of his legs locked in place.

"..."

With a silent crack, Rosinante's descending kick shattered Lao G's ankle, leaving him incapacitated.

From Lao G's initial attack to his complete defeat, only seconds had passed. Rosinante's eerie powers left no room for counterattack.

"What kind of Devil Fruit power is this?!" Trebol finally reacted, his expression frozen in terror as Baby 5 and Buffalo stood dumbfounded.

Rosinante's newly developed Silent·Fix abilities had been kept secret until now, and this battle marked their first true test.

As Lao G tried to rise again, Rosinante, ever mindful of Wright's "strike when they're down" philosophy, gave him no chance.

"Fix·Throat!"

Lao G clutched his neck in desperation, unable to draw breath as his airway felt entirely sealed off.

"..."

Seeing this, Trebol launched a sticky chain of mucus to drag Lao G back.

"Fix·Heart!"

In a cruel twist of fate, Trebol's attempt inadvertently caused Lao G's heart to slam violently against his ribs. Lao G collapsed, unconscious, coughing blood.

"...???"

Trebol, utterly baffled by his own actions, handed Lao G off to Baby 5 and Buffalo before stepping forward to confront Rosinante himself.

Within the silent domain, Trebol's ability to deliver mocking taunts—a key part of his strategy—was useless.

Another sticky attack was met with "Soru" as Rosinante dodged.

"Fix·Circle!"

Rosinante trapped Trebol's mucus projectiles in a small suspended area, rendering them harmless. Trebol, now visibly panicking, watched as Rosinante calmly removed his cigarette.

"Trebol… I know you far too well."

"Barrier of Severance!"

Rosinante placed a barrier strong enough to block even Garp's punches, then pressed his lit cigarette to the trapped mucus.

"..."

The resulting explosion consumed Trebol entirely, silencing even his screams.

Behind the barrier, unharmed, Rosinante lit a new cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"Eastern arena, secured."

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