Chapter 444: SVOP - 444

Chapter 444: SVOP: Chapter 444

As soon as the words fell, a massive, tangible pressure descended upon them.

BOOM!!!

It was like a torrential downpour crashing down on the hearts of Blackbeard and his crew, instantly freezing them in place and stripping away all their arrogance.

In the next moment, within the space before them, a shadowy figure swiftly solidified into reality.

He wore the white robes of Las Noches, his hair slicked back neatly, and a katana at his waist. With a single step, he appeared directly in front of Blackbeard.

"The most evil ability in history? Don’t make me laugh."

Aizen turned his right hand over; dark light flickered in his palm, formed from highly compressed spiritual energy that radiated immense power.

"The First Mate of Phantom...!" Blackbeard gaped in disbelief. "Even if you have the ability to summon, you arrived far too fast!"

Aizen paid him no mind. With a twist of his hand, the concentrated spiritual power surged outward.

"Hadō #90 — Kurohitsugi!"

A heavy, swamp-like pressure engulfed Blackbeard and his men. Four walls of darkness rose up around them, forming a black coffin that completed itself in barely a second.

In the next instant, violent, dark energy transformed into countless sharp spikes, bursting forth from every direction inside the coffin.

Puff! Puff!

In an instant, the five men within were pinned down, unable to move. Hundreds of black spears pierced their bodies from all sides.

With a thunderous rumble, the coffin shook violently and then shattered completely.

As the spell dissipated, Blackbeard — who moments ago had been brimming with confidence — collapsed stiffly, eyes rolled back, soaked in blood.

He fell heavily to his knees.

"Da... damn it... Ugh!" He retched, vomiting a mouthful of hot blood onto the ground before him.

"Do you understand now? This is what true power looks like."

Aizen spoke calmly, his tone even and quiet. "That so-called ’most evil fruit’ of yours is nothing worth mentioning to us."

"That so-called ’most evil ability’ of yours is nothing worth mentioning to us."

Aizen looked down at Blackbeard, who knelt on the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

The Dark-Dark Fruit was indeed powerful and unique, even among the rare Logia types.

Unlike other Logia abilities, it did not grant an intangible body. Instead, its user suffered double the damage from physical attacks.

Its true power lay in transforming the body into darkness — a force possessing the gravitational pull of a black hole, capable of drawing in, compressing, and crushing anything it touched.

Even more terrifying was its ability to nullify the powers of other Devil Fruit users.

However, such an ability was useless against Phantom. None of Vladimir’s avatars relied on Devil Fruits, so they were naturally immune to its effects.

"Cough... cough..."

Blackbeard remained on his hands and knees, coughing violently and spitting pools of blood onto the ground.

"This... this is the power of a First Mate?!" His face was etched with terror, filled with the fear of death. "I... I couldn’t even withstand a single move!"

"That you are still alive surprises me. That you can still speak is even more impressive."

Aizen replied dispassionately, shifting his gaze toward the others behind Blackbeard.

"The Death God" Doc Q, "The Champion" Jesus Burgess, and "The Supersonic" Van Augur were already lying in pools of blood, completely unconscious.

Only one remained standing: Laffitte. At this moment, a pair of white wings had sprouted from his back, lifting him high into the air.

"You sensed danger beforehand and fled to the sky? You have quite a sharp instinct for threats."

Aizen smiled, looking up at him. "Unfortunately, it means nothing. Before the gap in power known as ’class’, resistance is futile."

As he spoke, he slowly drew the zanpakutō at his waist.

The blade glowed with a faint, mesmerizing blue light.

"Kyōka Suigetsu!"

High above, Laffitte felt a sudden chill. "Wait! First Mate of Phantom, this was all just a misunderstanding!"

But the moment the words left his mouth, Aizen vanished from his sight.

The next second, Laffitte felt a sharp pain in his wings — they had been brutally torn off and severed from his body.

He screamed in agony and plummeted toward the ground.

"When did you...?!"

He stared back in horror. Somehow, Aizen was now floating in mid-air behind him, holding one of Laffitte’s own wings in his left hand.

"What made you think I would ever show you mercy?"

Aizen tossed the wing aside casually, flicking the blood from his blade with a swift flourish.

"Tell me — where have you hidden the fruits?"

THUD!

Laffitte crashed to the ground right next to Blackbeard.

In just a few brief exchanges, the Blackbeard Pirates had been nearly wiped out.

"Aizen!" Blackbeard’s face was twisted in agony. However, having witnessed the absolute difference in strength, all his arrogance had vanished.

"The fruits... aren’t on us. If you kill us now, you’ll never get them!"

"Then I suppose I shall kill you just to vent my frustration."

Aizen spoke indifferently and raised his sword, preparing to strike.

"WAIT! WAIT! DON’T KILL ME!"

Blackbeard panicked. Ignoring his injuries, he shouted desperately, "I put them in a place that is absolutely safe! I... I can tell you where!"

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