In the blink of an eye, Garp swept past Lancelot like a gust of wind.
Faced with such swift movement, Lancelot showed no intention of intercepting him; similarly, Garp ignored Lancelot despite their close proximity.
The reason was simple—both had matters they considered more urgent to attend to.
Garp moved with clear purpose, heading straight toward Luffy without hesitation.
Meanwhile, Lancelot's gaze remained fixed on the three Devil Fruit users: Trafalgar Law, Urouge, and Jewelry Bonney.
The abilities possessed by these three were formidable, each more powerful than the last, making them forces to be reckoned with.
Therefore, Lancelot couldn't afford to let this rare opportunity slip away.
However, these three were cunning, fleeing in three separate directions.
For a moment, Lancelot was uncertain—who should he target first?
After a brief moment of consideration, Lancelot finally settled his gaze on Trafalgar Law.
With a low shout of "Soru…", Lancelot sharply raised his right foot and stomped it heavily onto the solid ground. Instantly, an overwhelming force erupted.
The ground, originally paved with sturdy bluestone, gave way under this impact.
With a deafening roar, it shattered into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.
Lancelot himself vanished without a trace, as if disappearing into thin air. Clearly, he had entered a state of high-speed movement.
At that moment, the rapidly fleeing Trafalgar Law seemed to sense something amiss.
He glanced back, and in that single glance, his pupils contracted to pinpricks, his face contorting with disbelief.
Although he saw nothing in that direction, his Observation Haki had already detected Lancelot's impending arrival.
"Damn it!"
Cold sweat beaded on Trafalgar Law's forehead.
"ROOM!"
But Trafalgar Law reacted swiftly. He first directed his palm toward the ground, generating a rotating, hollow white typhoon-like vortex beneath it.
After spinning for a few revolutions, the vortex released, forming a hemispherical space that enabled him to activate his ability.
The space he created instantly enveloped the surrounding hundred-meter area.
Lancelot, naturally, was included within it.
Lancelot's eyes flickered.
He had to admit, Trafalgar Law's Paramecia-type Op-Op Fruit was remarkable.
It allowed him to dissect and reassemble any object within the hemispherical operating room "ROOM" he created.
Moreover, within this space, Trafalgar Law can sense any object.
He can freely cut, reassemble, exchange, manipulate, or combine targets located within the space.
People and living beings whose bodies are cut by the Ability User within the space don't die, don't bleed, and don't even feel pain—as if undergoing surgery.
This ability can even be applied to extract harmful toxic substances from within the severed target's body.
Furthermore, it can eliminate sound within the space.
Law typically uses his cutting ability in conjunction with his sword "Kikoku," and there are no limitations on the hardness, material, or distance of what he can cut.
Only Armament Haki of a certain caliber can defend against his cutting ability.
Law can also manipulate high-frequency electrical discharges from automated defibrillators within the spatial range, causing those struck to suffer internal organ damage due to the high-frequency current coursing through their bodies.
He can even slice targets into multiple pieces, and even Logia Ability Users can't restore their original forms.
Additionally, within the spatial range, he can separate a target's mind and body.
If used on multiple targets simultaneously, he can even perform mind swaps.
After the fruit's awakening, it becomes even more formidable.
Post-awakening, Law no longer needs to be inside the "ROOM" to manipulate the objects within it.
He can attach the "ROOM" to other objects, such as enveloping his sword "Kikoku" with a "ROOM."
This type of "ROOM" is referred to as "K-ROOM."
Law can freely manipulate objects within the K-ROOM and even affect the size of objects inside by altering the dimensions of the K-ROOM.
Objects imbued with K-ROOM can pierce through other things and, while vibrating, influence the pierced objects.
He can also remotely control the ROOM, which is called R-ROOM.
In Lancelot's view, the Op-Op Fruit undoubtedly ranks among the top ten Devil Fruits in the pirate world.
"Shambles!"
Without the slightest delay, Trafalgar Law activated his technique.
This move, Shambles, allows for the transposition of objects within the hemispherical or spherical space created by the Ability User.
It can cut objects or living beings into multiple pieces and reassemble them within his controlled range.
It also enables spatial movement, allowing entry into buildings that are normally inaccessible.
As this technique is more supportive than offensive, using it wasn't an attack directed at Lancelot.
"Whoosh!"
In the next instant, Lancelot's figure vanished from his original spot like a ghost. However, astonishingly, another figure abruptly appeared in his place.
This figure was striking—tall and robust, akin to an unshakable mountain.
Even more notable were the wings on his back, unique to the people of Skypiea.
Without a doubt, this figure was none other than the renowned Supernova—Urouge.
"Urgh!"
When Urouge saw that the person standing right before him was actually Lancelot, he froze as if struck by lightning, his body rigid and unable to move an inch.
And it wasn't just him—even Lancelot himself was stunned, his jaw dropping wide enough to fit an entire egg.
It had to be admitted, Law's maneuver was brilliant!
However, according to the original setting, Law shouldn't have been able to swap the positions of two people like this.
Normally, all he could do was exchange his own position with inanimate objects, such as stones or pieces of wood.
...
But now, Urouge had appeared right in front of him.
Faced with such a rare opportunity, how could Lancelot possibly let it slip away?
After all, this was exactly the scenario Trafalgar Law had hoped to see.
If he had only swapped places with an object, he'd have, at best, created a slight distance between himself and Lancelot, but he wouldn't have escaped Lancelot's relentless pursuit.
Only if someone else stepped forward to block the terrifying Lancelot in his place could he possibly find a glimmer of hope for a successful escape.
Thus, after careful consideration, Law set his sights on Urouge, who was still within his control.
"Law, you despicable bastard!"
Urouge snapped back to reality and roared in fury.
But there was no time to think—almost instinctively, he raised his arm, clenched his fist, and launched a thunderous blow straight at Lancelot's heroic and imposing face.
It wasn't that Urouge wanted to confront Lancelot head-on, but the distance between them was simply too close.
If he didn't force Lancelot back a few steps to create enough space and time for himself, turning to flee would be equivalent to handing his life over to Lancelot.
So, despite knowing the high risks, Urouge had no choice but to go all out and take the gamble.
Faced with Urouge's powerful, full-force strike, Lancelot stood as still as a statue, making no move to dodge or counterattack.
He remained standing straight in place, not even shifting his body an inch, as if the intense scene unfolding before him had nothing to do with him.
"???"
Urouge stared at Lancelot in shock and confusion, his eyes wide with disbelief.
He couldn't understand why this guy was so calm and composed.
Was he really so confident in his own strength that he could withstand Urouge's attack with his bare body, unharmed?
Or did he simply not take Urouge seriously at all?
To him, the latter seemed more likely.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Urouge quickly realized that this was nothing short of blatant contempt!
How dare he so openly disregard Urouge's all-out attack? It was insulting!
After all, he was one of the eleven renowned Supernovas—how could he tolerate such humiliation and disdain?
As the saying goes: A scholar prefers death to humiliation!
Enraged to the core, Urouge let out a low, guttural roar from his throat, like a wild beast driven to madness.
The already formidable fist now carried even greater force, driven by raging fury as it smashed toward Lancelot.
The air seemed to tremble from this punch, with faint visible ripples appearing in the surrounding space—a testament to its terrifying power.
"Boom!"
A deafening roar erupted.
In that instant, Urouge's hammer-like fist, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, struck squarely against Lancelot's chest.
Yet, astonishingly, faced with such a ferocious blow, Lancelot stood as steady and unyielding as a towering, indestructible mountain, not moving an inch.
Urouge's punch felt as if it had struck an impenetrable fortress, failing to budge his opponent even slightly.
But this immense force didn't dissipate, instead, it collided against Lancelot's chest, intertwining and compressing to form one surging shockwave after another.
These shockwaves spread outward like raging tidal waves, distorting the air wherever they passed.
At this moment, Urouge gritted his teeth tightly, his face contorted grotesquely from the extreme exertion.
Every muscle in his body bulged, veins protruding as if about to burst through his skin.
His entire frame was tensed to the limit, every nerve stretched taut.
Clearly, Urouge had pushed himself to his absolute maximum, unleashing two hundred percent of his strength.
Yet even so, Lancelot remained composed, like a serene immortal deep in the mountains, undisturbed.
His posture remained as steadfast as a mountain, unshakable by anything in the world.
The only thing affected was the Justice Cloak fluttering on his back.
Under the relentless assault of the shockwaves, the Justice Cloak whipped and snapped loudly, as if cheering on this breathtaking confrontation.
"How is this possible?"
Urouge's face was a mask of shock, his jaw slack and eyes wide as if witnessing the end of the world. He could scarcely believe what was happening, his mind reeling with turmoil.
That was his all-out strike!
Channeling all his strength and skill, he had believed it would at least deal a heavy blow or successfully repel his opponent!
If he could just force him back, his goal would be achieved.
Yet reality was harsh—his attack had struck an immovable mountain, ineffective.
Not only had he failed to injure his opponent, but even making him shift his position proved an impossible hope.
This stark contrast shattered Urouge's confidence instantly, his fighting spirit extinguished as if doused by icy water.
Just then, Urouge felt a chill crawl up his spine, his body stiffening involuntarily.
He had accidentally met Lancelot's gaze.
Though Urouge was far larger in stature, in that moment he felt insignificant, unable to hold Lancelot's stare.
Lancelot's gaze was like two icy bolts of lightning, piercing straight into Urouge's heart.
The intense pressure felt like an invisible mountain pressing down on Urouge, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Urouge's legs felt weak, as if they might buckle and send him kneeling to the ground at any moment.
"Gulp!"
He swallowed hard, his throat moving involuntarily with a dry, rasping sound.
His heart was racing wildly, pounding so fiercely it seemed about to burst from his chest and leap out of his throat.
Then, he heard Lancelot's authoritative and uncompromising voice.
"Join my ranks, or die."
The words struck Urouge's ears like a thunderclap, leaving his head ringing.
Urouge looked up to see Lancelot's stern face, his eyes radiating a chilling coldness.
A shiver ran down Urouge's spine as he thought to himself, "This guy is definitely not joking!"