"ah!!!"
The redhead's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his gaze filled with rage.
Anger overwhelmed him like a surging tide, and he roared as he lunged forward again.
Completely disregarding the combat techniques he was familiar with, he swung his sword wildly as if he wanted to crush it, his sword moves wide and sweeping.
Each swing seemed to cleave the surrounding air, yet there was no discernible pattern to it.
Roger, however, remained as calm as an iceberg that had never melted.
His sharp, hawk-like eyes precisely caught a flaw amidst the red-haired man's ferocious attacks.
His figure flashed like a ghost in an instant and disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, Roger's longsword, gleaming with a chilling light, was like a deadly serpent that had been lurking for a long time and suddenly sprang into action, swiftly emerging from its hole and thrusting straight at Red Hair.
With a dull yet chilling "thud," the longsword slashed into the red-haired man's shoulder without any resistance.
Blood splattered everywhere, like a tragically blooming blood flower, instantly staining large areas of his clothes red.
"captain!"
Beckman and Rakiro witnessed this scene, and their hearts felt as if they were being gripped by an invisible hand. They both cried out in alarm.
The two acted almost instinctively at the same time.
Beckman moved with lightning speed, and his pistol was already chambered without anyone noticing.
The moment he raised his hand, a series of incredibly precise shots poured out.
The bullets seemed to possess a soul, carrying his pent-up anger and urgency, whistling as they hurtled towards Roger like a swarm of deadly bees.
Each bullet was precisely aimed at Roger's vital points, and the sharp shooting trajectories seemed to weave a net of death in the air.
Even with his exceptional skills, Roger had to be distracted at this moment.
He darted sideways like a gust of wind, his clothes fluttering in the wind, narrowly dodging the deadly hail of bullets.
At the same time, Rakilu's massive, mountain-like body suddenly unleashed astonishing speed.
With each step, shallow footprints were left on the solid ground beneath their feet, raising clouds of dust.
He was like a heavy cannonball fired from the barrel, rushing towards Roger with a whooshing sound.
The fist, as big as a clay pot, was raised high, carrying the power to shatter boulders and a whooshing sound, and slammed hard towards Roger's side.
The force of the punch was so powerful that it caused ripples to spread across the surrounding air, as if a giant rock had struck a calm lake.
However, just as Roger was about to ignore their attacks and insist on killing Shanks again,
A terrifying slash, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens, struck from the side, forcing him to abandon his original plan and retreat rapidly away from the red-haired man.
It turns out that Hawkeye intervened in time.
The group finally managed to force Roger to step aside, temporarily preventing him from launching a fatal attack on Shanks and saving Shanks from danger.
"Captain, are you alright?!" Rakiro asked with a worried expression, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and hitting the dusty ground.
Redhead clutched the still-bleeding wound on his shoulder, clenching his teeth as he forced out a few words.
“They’re not dead yet, it’s just Nex and the others…” His words were a mixture of grief and anger.
"Since that's the case, then let's avenge them!" Lucky Roux roared, his fury burning no less than Shanks', "I don't care what kind of Pirate King he is, he'll all die today!"
After he finished speaking, everyone tensed up again and got into position.
Despite the excruciating pain from his wounds, Shanks raised the greatsword with one hand, his remaining arm bulging with veins.
Beckman reloaded his pistol and fixed his piercing gaze on Roger.
Lakiru clenched his fists, his massive body crouching slightly, like a prehistoric beast poised to pounce.
Yasopp had already set up his sniper rifle, hiding in the shadows, searching for Roger's weaknesses through the scope, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.
Hawkeye held a black knife, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground. A chilling sword aura surrounded him, seemingly blending into the surrounding space, yet also appearing out of place.
The battle erupted instantly. Roger took the initiative, swinging his longsword and sending several sharp blades of light shooting towards the crowd like lightning.
Redhead roared and swung his sword to defend, the greatsword clashing with the blade's edge, sending up dazzling sparks.
Each impact caused his wounds to reopen, and fresh blood seeped out again, staining the bandages red.
Beckman moved nimbly, dodging the blade's edge while firing accurately. The bullets grazed the blade's trajectory as they flew towards Roger, attempting to disrupt his rhythm.
Lakiru, with his thick skin and tough flesh, charged forward despite the blade's edge, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, exuding an aura of dominance.
Each punch he threw created a shockwave as he tried to get close enough to entangle Roger.
Seizing the moment Roger dodged the attack, Yasopp decisively pulled the trigger, and the specially made bullet flew away with a sharp whistling sound.
At a crucial moment, Hawkeye unleashed a green slash wave, the sword energy seemingly capable of cleaving through space, crisscrossing and forcing Roger to constantly change positions.
But as time relentlessly passed, Roger's immense strength gradually became apparent, and Shanks and the others gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.
After all, those resurrected through the Impure World Reincarnation technique possess endless stamina and never feel tired.
Roger seized an opening in the crowd, swung his longsword horizontally, and delivered a powerful sweeping blow.
The blade's light resembled a materialized crescent moon, its surging, domineering aura compressing the air into sharp blades. The crowd struggled to defend themselves and were forced to retreat repeatedly.
Roger then locked onto the redhead, his eyes filled with a chilling, almost tangible killing intent.
He raised the longsword high, his body radiating brilliant light, and boundless power gathered on the blade before slashing down fiercely—the incomparably powerful Divine Evasion Strike, aimed directly at the red-haired man's neck.
In this life-or-death situation, Beckman, Hawkeye, Yasopp, Rakiro, and the others dared not slacken in the slightest and attacked simultaneously.
Beckman's pistol bullets poured out, forming a barrage of metal bullets.
Hawkeye's slashing waves resembled green lightning, crisscrossing and intersecting.
Yasopp's sniper bullet, carrying a swirling airflow, accurately struck the trajectory of the long sword.
Rakiro lunged forward, arms outstretched, trying to use his massive body to withstand the blow.
Roger, however, was now in a bloodthirsty frenzy, enduring their attacks and letting them rain down on him.
His clothes were torn and his body was smashed, yet he did not retreat an inch, determined to slash the red-haired man with a single blow.
Redhead's eyes widened as he stared at the deadly blade that was so close he couldn't avoid it, and he frantically raised his sword to defend himself.
A loud "crack" resounded, like a thunderclap exploding in one's ears.
Redhead felt a sharp pain as his only remaining arm was severed by that terrifying force, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Just as Roger was about to behead the red-haired man with a single blow, a majestic figure descended from the sky like a meteor.
It was an old man with red hair, dressed in a magnificent robe with gold patterns. His white hair was as white as snow but stood upright, and his red eyes were like burning flames.
With a single wave of his hand, a longsword with an ancient design yet exuding a powerful aura was instantly drawn from its sheath.
The sword flashed with light, and an extremely powerful force exploded forth.
Roger's deadly strike landed on it, but it seemed to vanish into thin air.
All the force vanished without a trace, and the aftershocks cracked the surrounding ground, sending dust flying everywhere.
"Hey, long time no see, Roger. What do you intend to do to my son?!"
The newcomer, like Shanks, had red hair, and even in his old age, his red hair had not faded.
He is none other than Figarand Garin, the leader of the Knights of God and the biological father of the red-haired man.
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