Lin Xuan merely cast a mocking glance at Saint Rosward and chuckled softly.
"Heh, so this is what they call the World Nobles?"
As for Uchiha Madara—he didn't need any further instructions. He simply moved.
"Get lost."
Madara's cold voice rang out as his leg whipped through the air, smashing into Saint Rosward's face with unstoppable force.
Boom!
The glass helmet on Saint Rosward's head shattered instantly. Madara's boot slammed into his face, twisting his features grotesquely as his whole body shot backward like a fired cannonball!
In the blink of an eye, two of the three lofty Celestial Dragon had been gravely injured.
The only one left unscathed was the same woman who had earlier claimed she wanted Madara captured alive—Saint Shalria.
At that moment, she was completely dumbstruck.
The rest of the audience was on the verge of fainting from terror.
"H-he actually attacked Saint Rosward too!"
"Insane! He's absolutely insane! He's dead for sure now!"
"The Marine Admirals and the fleet will be here any second!"
"Run! If we don't get out now, we're all done for!"
The elegantly dressed elites had lost all composure, screaming and scrambling for the exits.
In their panic to escape, the crowd jammed the auction hall's doors, bodies piling and pushing against each other in a ridiculous frenzy.
The noise finally snapped Saint Shalria out of her daze.
Looking at her father and brother lying bloody and unconscious, her eyes flared with hatred.
Her shrill voice tore through the hall:
"Kill him! Blow the collar—blow him to pieces!"
The auction staff finally snapped out of their own shock.
In truth, the auctioneer had wanted to press the detonation switch long ago.
Now, with the lady's command, he didn't hesitate for a second.
Then—
BOOM!
A deafening explosion erupted.
The slave collar around Uchiha Madara's neck detonated, and his head was obliterated in an instant!
Those nobles who were halfway to the exit froze at the sound.
They turned back to see Madara still standing, his upper body shrouded in smoke, motionless.
Everyone let out a long breath.
At last—this monster was dead.
Saint Shalria also exhaled in relief, but her fury burned hotter than ever.
She turned her gaze toward the only man still sitting calmly in his chair—Lin Xuan.
"Seize him! He's the one behind this! I'll tear him apart piece by piece to avenge my father and brother!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
The guards she had brought finally regained their wits. Terrified but obedient, they charged at Lin Xuan, intent on surrounding and cutting him down.
But Lin Xuan didn't so much as flinch.
Why should he?
While watching the earlier "show," he had spent some of his newly earned Prestige Points in the Prestige Store, buying a few little enhancements.
Shaolin Great Return Pill!
Super Gene Serum!
Body-Tempering Magic Potion!
Each cost over ten thousand Prestige Points —and after using them all, his physical strength was now twenty times what it had been before.
Perhaps in the One Piece world that wasn't much, but dodging bullets and dealing with ordinary guards? Child's play.
Still, Lin Xuan wasn't interested in fighting personally.
As the guards closed in, ready to attack, he chuckled lightly and said,
"Did you really think he'd die that easily? You're underestimating the power of Impure World Reincarnation."
Everyone froze, staring at him as if he were deranged.
A guard sneered, "Oh yeah? Then why don't you tell me how someone with his head—wait, what the—?!"
He stopped mid-sentence, eyes bulging as he turned toward where Madara had stood.
Others followed his gaze—and every one of them froze in utter disbelief.
What did they see?
The smoke around Madara was swirling, the air thick with dust and chakra.
And right before their eyes, the scattered ash and dirt at his neck began to reform—taking shape—rebuilding into a perfectly intact head!
"This… this is impossible!!"
Saint Shalria, along with the upper-class survivors who had paused mid-flight, all turned ghostly pale.
Even Rayleigh, who had been quietly watching from the shadows and had been about to slip away, was rooted to the spot in shock.
What in the world is this?
A Devil Fruit power?
No… no Devil Fruit could do something this terrifying!
While everyone was reeling, Madara began to move again.
His Impure World Reincarnation body had finished regenerating, though his limbs were still a bit stiff.
Even so, step by step, he advanced toward Saint Shalria.
By the time he stood before her, Uchiha Madara—who everyone had just witnessed get his head blown apart—was completely whole once more.
"Thud!"
Saint Shalria collapsed onto her rear, face as white as paper.
The arrogance she'd shown earlier was gone—replaced by pure, quaking terror.
Her voice trembled as she shrieked,
"D-don't come any closer! Stay away from me!"
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