Kaido stood to the side, observing what he considered an absurd "hunt."
His eyes held a complex mix of emotions.
On one hand, deep down, he wished for Saint Saturn to be torn to pieces.
After all, Saint Saturn had always been their common enemy—the world's highest authority, the most mysterious of the Five Elders!
"Ridiculous. Even the highest authority is nothing but a mortal body that bleeds just the same."
Witnessing this old man's defeat would bring him immense satisfaction.
On the other hand, he felt disdain for these two old rivals who were taking advantage of the situation.
In his heart, he held steadfast to his own principles and dignity.
Actions like ambushing from behind and kicking someone when they were down went against his beliefs.
He clenched his fists, his dragon pupils flickering with an elusive light—a mix of anger and helplessness.
"Once I recover..." Kaido swore under his breath, his voice low.
The flames burning in his dragon pupils were dangerous and intense.
"I'll do it myself..."
He thought, countless scenes of revenge already playing out in his mind.
...
Just then, Saint Saturn, who'd been enduring the attacks, seemed to have reached his limit.
The eerie black flame Divine Halo behind him erupted with a blinding radiance, so intense that everything around was enveloped in a dazzling curtain of light.
The runes on his eight spider legs lit up, his attacks becoming sharper and his speed increasing!
"You... are asking for death!" Saint Saturn's voice became inhuman, a sound interwoven with fury, agony, and madness that reverberated through the air, sending a shudder of dread through everyone present.
By now, Saint Saturn had descended into a frenzied rage, his wrinkled, aged face contorted beyond recognition by the sheer intensity of his wrath.
His eyes blazed with raging fury, determined to reduce everything before him to ashes.
His eight spider legs thrashed, each limb wreathed in eerie black flames that carved scorching trails through the air.
Wherever they passed, space itself seemed to ignite, crackling with a series of sizzling pops.
"Edward Newgate! You despicable old fool!"
Saint Saturn's roar was interlaced with inhuman snarls as the dark flaming Divine Halo behind him spun so fast it nearly tore through reality. His colossal frame began trembling.
By now, Saint Saturn disregarded the fresh wounds appearing on his body—under his madness, they seemed to no longer matter.
His mind fixated on revenge as he lunged toward Whitebeard with blinding speed, leaving blurred afterimages in the air.
Yet, Whitebeard moved like a slippery fish, his figure light and agile, evading Saint Saturn's lethal assaults each time by a hair's breadth.
He utilized the Thunder Fruit's power to its limit, his body shimmering with blue-white radiance as he darted across the battlefield like lightning.
Saint Saturn's spider legs only ever pierced through his afterimages, which lingered momentarily before dissipating.
"Gurararara!" Whitebeard laughed as he circled Saint Saturn. "Don't rush, old timer."
His voice echoed tauntingly through the air, provoking the enraged elder.
Whenever Saint Saturn attempted to shift targets, Whitebeard would strike from an impossible angle.
The Murakumogiri in his hands seemed to possess a life of its own—a flash of cold steel, and another wound opened on Saint Saturn's right shoulder.
Blood gushed anew from the injury, splattering across the ground.
"Swish!"
Yet another crystal-clear glass jar precisely caught the flying droplets.
Whitebeard's movements were swift as lightning, leaving no discernible afterimage.
He stored the container before resuming his elusive dance around Saint Saturn, seeking the next opening.
Saint Saturn trembled from head to toe, every muscle twitching in fury.
The raging black flames upon his eight steel-pillar-like spider legs flickered ominously, like a demon gasping in darkness, exuding a terrifying aura.
Within his pitch-black pupils burned insane wrath—a fury akin to molten magma ready to erupt and incinerate everything in its path.
"I... I'll kill you! Vermin! Ignorant vermin!"
Yet despite the boundless rage and hatred consuming him, he remained helpless against Whitebeard.
This cat-and-mouse combat style inflicted unprecedented humiliation upon Saint Saturn of the Five Elders, who'd always held himself as supreme and inviolable.
The shame pierced his heart like countless needles, tormenting every fiber of his being.
"You... you..."
Saint Saturn's voice distorted beyond recognition as he spewed incoherent curses.
The dark flaming Divine Halo behind him blazed with intensified brilliance, like an enraged serpent baring fangs, and shot forth dozens of black fire pillars.
These pillars of fire, carrying the power to annihilate everything, bombarded their surroundings.
Wherever they struck, the air twisted from the scorching heat, and the ground was blasted into massive craters, sending debris flying and dust billowing.
"A dark sensation... this aura... it's nauseating."
Yet, as if he'd anticipated it all along, Whitebeard moved with lightning speed, retreating to a safe distance.
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze revealing a trace of calm and composure.
Then, he weighed the newly collected blood sample in his hand, his expression as if admiring a rare treasure.
He nodded in satisfaction and murmured, "Not bad, not bad... but it's still too little."
Though his voice was quiet, it reached Saint Saturn's ears amidst the chaos and clamor.
Seeing this, Saint Saturn felt a suffocating tightness in his chest, nearly spurting out a mouthful of old blood.
He'd never imagined that he, a dignified member of the Five Elders, holding supreme status and authority in this world, would one day be treated as a "mobile blood bank"!
This humiliation tormented him more than his physical wounds, like countless ants gnawing at his heart, making him wish he could tear the person before him into a thousand pieces.
A flicker of ruthlessness passed through Saint Saturn's pitch-black pupils, as chilling as frost in the dead of winter.
He redirected his assault. His eight spider legs, coated in top-tier Armament Haki, shot toward Big Mom like razor-sharp spears, accompanied by a piercing sound that tore through the air!
"Die, you damned old hag!"
"Huh?"