"Rokushiki—Moonwalk!"
With a thunderous roar, CP0's foot slammed down.
The platform beneath his feet cracked with a deafening boom, launching him forward like a cannonball.
Each step through the air came faster than the last, his movements a blur to the naked eye.
By the third step, he had reached a terrifying speed—so fast, he seemed to vanish from sight, only to reappear directly in front of Luoyu.
Gasps echoed across the battlefield.
Far off in the rubble, Spandam, who had finally come to, was being supported by Gabra and the others.
Seeing CP0 take action, he grinned maniacally.
After all the humiliation he had endured, he didn't care how it happened—so long as that arrogant Admiral Luoyu suffered, even just a little, he'd die happy.
"Let's see how you handle this, you brat!" CP0 howled.
His right fist clenched, muscles swelling like boulders beneath his skin as he launched himself forward.
"Rokushiki—Heavy Cannon Fist!"
But—
"…Didn't I just say I'm off the clock?" Luoyu muttered, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses.
He sighed, then slowly brought his hands together—fingers interlaced—and lifted them in the most leisurely gesture imaginable.
Compared to CP0's rapid blitz, Luoyu's motion looked absurdly… lazy.
Too lazy.
Even Admiral Kizaru paused mid-step, his expression twitching as an unexplainable sense of danger crawled up his spine.
The air twisted.
No—shredded.
For the briefest moment, Kizaru felt as though he were standing inside a meat grinder.
"Whirlwind—Iron-Cutting Fist."
Hummmm!
The air howled.
An invisible gale exploded outward, shredding everything it touched.
This wasn't a flashy attack.
This was precision death.
Unlike Luoyu's signature "Flowing Rock-Breaking Fist," which emphasized relentless, impenetrable force, this one—the Whirlwind Iron-Cutting Fist—focused on blinding speed.
What looked like a single, lazy punch… was in fact hundreds of strikes layered in perfect harmony.
A deluge of invisible blades, born from pure air pressure, engulfed the area.
Ten meters around Luoyu became a vacuum of annihilation.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!
The sound of tearing flesh and splitting earth rang out.
Slashes burst across CP0's body, crimson blood erupting from countless wounds.
His pristine white cloak disintegrated in midair, sliced into rags by the invisible storm.
The entire platform split open like a jagged wound across the battlefield—cracks spiderwebbing across the stone.
It was as if an unseen beast had clawed the earth apart.
Then—
CRACK!
CP0's mask shattered.
A long, horse-like face was exposed, frozen in disbelief as he vomited blood midair.
The force flung him like a ragdoll, smashing him into a distant heap of broken debris.
But he wasn't the only one.
Even Admiral Kizaru, standing nearby, was not spared.
Gashes appeared across his suit—his arms, torso, even his neck—as if the wind itself had sliced him to pieces.
His body collapsed into the dust, scattering in chunks.
Even his head rolled to the side.
Everyone on the field gasped in horror.
He cut down one of his own?!
No one had even seen Luoyu move.
Only that casual raising of his arms—and then slaughter.
At the center of the devastation, Luoyu calmly reached for his gourd, took a swig, and turned to the heap of bloodied wreckage that was CP0.
"Honestly… CP0 really is just 'average,'" he muttered.
"You should stop forcing me to stay late."
"Yo~ Admiral Luoyu~" Kizaru's head suddenly rolled up, a crooked, greasy grin on his lips.
Despite being "cut to pieces," he chuckled.
"Your hand-to-hand style's really something scary…"
He glanced toward CP0's twitching body. "Looks like you were right. That guy really couldn't protect anyone."
He rose—his scattered body shining with golden specks, reassembling into light.
"I'll go make the report to old man Sengoku. Looks like there's nothing else for me here."
And just like that, he vanished—gone in a flash of photons.
The contrast was unbearable.
Kizaru, a Logia user, had been cut to bits and came out smiling.
CP0, who claimed to be "more than enough," had been turned into a bloody mess.
The myth of CP0 being the strongest shield of the World Government shattered in a single instant.
"Admiral Luoyu… what about the World Noble?" Tashigi asked hesitantly.
Everyone's eyes turned to Charlos.
He was still unconscious—his face a canvas of blood and bruises, his helmet shattered, looking nothing like the lofty Celestial Dragon he once was.
The scene was surreal.
Someone had beaten a World Noble senseless… and then clocked out like it was nothing.
Luoyu rubbed his temples and sighed.
"Ugh… he just had to be paired with a CP0 that's 'average'."
He looked at his watch.
"Five-oh-one PM. I'm already one minute into overtime. Have CP9 clean up the mess. No idea if Sengoku will give me overtime pay, but now I've got a headache."
He turned to Hancock, whose gaze still locked on him, dress soaked, hair disheveled, stunned into silence.
"…Don't glare at me like that. I'm not doing free overtime just so you can ogle me."
"Change clothes. And if anyone else wants to fight…"
He patted the handle of his sword.
"…you've got fifty-nine minutes and counting. Tomorrow's shift starts at nine sharp.