Inside the casino's prison cell.
Fujitora and the bald man stood inside the room, behind them the already cut-open cage.
With Fujitora's swordsmanship, cutting open this cage mixed with Seastone was not difficult.
It was just that being trapped by the Seastone chair before prevented him from exerting force.
He slowly sheathed the cane sword in his hand.
As a user of the Gravity Fruit, he could easily manipulate gravity.
First using the power of the Gravity Fruit to let Sig's subordinates rush over was the fastest outcome.
"So, do you also want to rush over?"
Fujitora leaped lightly, and a section of broken wall beneath his feet levitated upwards, supporting his body.
He turned his head and asked Stussy and the others behind him.
In the ruins at the edge of the city.
Being pointed at by the gun barrel in Sig's hand, Aokiji's expression showed not much nervousness.
"As a great swordsman capable of splitting a storm, you're starting to use firearms now?"
"It seems your injuries are indeed already extremely severe. Crocodile was right; you were already at the end of your tether."
As Aokiji spoke calmly, the ice spikes floating beside him shot through the air like sharp arrows.
However, Sig also pulled the trigger at the same moment.
Scorching heatwaves spewed out from the gun barrel, the air itself twisting from the high temperature, illuminating Sig's face red.
If this weren't already a ruin, the flamethrower's effect would have been even stronger.
Those few ice spikes from Aokiji rapidly melted as they passed through the flames, the sharp, distinct spikes gradually becoming rounded, finally melting completely into water vapor.
Only a few small ice balls passed through the flames and hit Sig's body, but they merely dented his body slightly backward, then bounced back with a 'puff', completely melting in the flames.
"Ara ara, that's why I hate this kind of desert environment the most..."
Aokiji dodged sideways a few steps, avoiding the flamethrower's flames, the firelight reflecting red on his face.
He glanced somewhat helplessly at the surrounding cracked earth and the desolate ruins.
Having used "Ice Age" for a long time before to withstand the aftermath of the sandstorm, his own consumption was actually not small.
And walking onto this battlefield of Sig and Crocodile made Aokiji, the user of the Ice-Ice Fruit, even more uncomfortable.
Crocodile had previously used "Ground Secco," directly sucking dry most of the moisture in this area to create the sandstorm.
The air here was extremely dry; for Aokiji to create ice, it could be said to be getting half the result with twice the effort.
This current battlefield, for Aokiji, could be said to be the worst possible environment.
"My power consumption is too great. Fighting in a harsh environment, failing to stop this powerful great pirate Sig, makes perfect sense..."
Glancing sideways at Robin hiding behind Sig, Aokiji's gaze also wavered slightly.
"The child from Ohara back then has also grown so big...."
He had heard about Robin being brought from the West Blue to Alabasta by Crocodile some time ago and had always wanted to secretly probe the Sand Crocodile's background.
Therefore, the Marine Admiral who responded first to Cobra's report this time to arrest Sig was him, Kuzan.
It's just that Aokiji hadn't expected Robin to switch bosses again so quickly.
Aokiji opened his mouth, breathing out ice. A sharp, crystalline ice saber was already held in his hand, chilling air swirling around it.
He gave up his proficient Devil Fruit ability, merely condensing ice into a saber, preparing for close combat with Sig, using his own weakness to challenge the strength of Sig, this great swordsman.
But just as his foot took the first step, Aokiji's expression became solemn.
The sandy ground beneath his feet seemed to collapse downwards, forming a quicksand vortex, surrounding him completely.
His feet were already deeply sunk within this quicksand vortex.
Furthermore, from all directions, countless grains of sand floated up, dancing with the wind, forming giant walls of yellow sand, obstructing his line of sight.
This sudden change even stunned Sig for a moment.
"Is it Crocodile's ability?"
Sig subconsciously glanced in Crocodile's direction, only to see Crocodile still lying quietly in a pool of blood.
Sig frowned, pondering for a moment, activated his Observation Haki, and glanced towards a direction in the distance.
He saw, several tens of meters away, Fujitora slowly sheathing the cane sword in his hand.
This blind middle-aged man turned his head sideways, looked at Sig with closed eyes, and murmured:
"The righteous deed of the mountain bandit, the righteous words of the Marines, this old man has already witnessed."
"Unfortunately, this time, there is no opportunity to witness your sword of justice and sword of mercy, Sig."
Speaking to this point, a faint smile gradually appeared on Fujitora's face.
"Go heal your wounds, Sig. You have already done enough."
Fujitora left these words, then fell silent, standing still on the spot.
"Was it Fujitora who acted?"
Sig's face was calm, but he felt somewhat baffled inwardly.
He seemed to have barely exchanged a few words with Fujitora, right? Why did Fujitora seem so full of emotion and even take the initiative to act?
Although he couldn't figure it out, Sig didn't dwell on it at this juncture. He immediately met up with the approaching Crocus and headed towards the port.
Before leaving, Sig didn't forget to glance at the fallen and unconscious Crocodile, instructing his subordinates to bring him along.
Initially, when the crowds on both sides saw Sig approaching, their gazes held a bit of fear.
But upon seeing the few hideous and terrifying wounds on Sig's body, the original fear was gradually replaced by shock.
Before them was not some major criminal, but the hero who saved the city.
The original fear slowly turned into reverence and emotion.
Later, some people were even smiling and waving at Sig.
This positive reaction actually made Sig feel a bit unaccustomed.
Fujitora stood quietly on the spot. He reached out his hand, gently touching the two scars on his eyelids that he had personally carved.
"I originally thought, being unable to see is also a kind of fortune; the mortal world truly has too many filthy and despicable people that one cannot bear to look at..."
Speaking to this point, a smile gradually appeared on Fujitora's face. His closed eyes slowly opened, revealing only the whites.
"A major criminal with a bounty of four hundred million actually received a send-off with cheers lining the streets from the populace..."
"What kind of face does this figure, known as the King of Mountain Bandits, actually possess?"
"Just this once, I truly wish to open my eyes and see this King of Mountain Bandits of the sea, Sig."
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