Even Vinsmoke Judge himself had been modified by Germa's technology.
Therefore, Judge had no doubts about his own physical condition.
With the boost from Germa's technological power, his body was incapable of experiencing unexpected conditions like "illness."
His body was like that, and so were his eyes.
Judge had absolute confidence in his eyesight, and was certain he wouldn't experience anything like "blurred vision."
So when a black shadow flashed before his eyes, Judge was sure it was a tiny grain of sand!
Sand?
Judge's brow furrowed slightly, and he looked again at the man at the end of the distant main road.
Was it the power of the Sand-Sand Fruit?
To be honest, Judge was indeed very concerned about this.
After all, Judge had personally participated in research on the nature of Devil Fruits as a scientist.
Judge knew very well that "the simultaneous appearance of two users with the same Devil Fruit ability within the same era" was itself incredible!
That went against all existing theories about Devil Fruits!
But unfortunately, this was the "fact" that was currently happening.
Judge had indirectly encountered Crocodile, the "Sand Crocodile," but had never had the chance to meet "Golden Dawn" Ryan Rowan.
Therefore, he had been looking for an opportunity to see that man from eight hundred years ago with his own eyes.
If possible, perhaps he could capture him for research?
Mass-producing users of similar Devil Fruits—such a bold idea gradually grew in Vinsmoke Judge's heart.
However, to Judge's slight disappointment, the person sent by the Four Seas Alliance was neither "Golden Dawn" Ryan Rowan nor "Sand Crocodile" Crocodile.
The man who called himself an "emissary" looked far too ordinary.
He was not a master hidden somewhere in the world, nor was he Rowan or Crocodile in disguise.
Judge had seen the appearances of both of them in intelligence reports.
And judging by their personalities, they were certainly not the type of people who would enjoy hiding their true faces.
So who exactly was this man who called himself an "emissary?"
Why had a grain of sand flashed before his eyes just now?
Did that emissary have some connection to the Sand-Sand Fruit?
Several questions flashed through Judge's mind.
At the same time, the man, surrounded by three clone death warriors and watched by over a thousand clone soldiers, officially stepped onto the grand avenue leading directly to the throne of Germa Kingdom!
...
Mm… he's here.
Judge stroked his chin and narrowed his eyes.
Then let me test your strength, "emissary" of the Four Seas Alliance!
Judge made up his mind, made a slight gesture, and issued orders to the surrounding clone death warriors.
This order was passed down by one clone death warrior after another, eventually reaching the eyes of the three clone death warriors who were threatening the emissary.
Judge's intention was simple:
If he took another step, attack immediately!
Without any hesitation, the emissary took another new step towards where Judge was seated on the throne.
*Snap!*
His foot landed.
And at that instant, the three clone death warriors reacted simultaneously.
One of them immediately withdrew his blade and simultaneously aimed at the emissary's waist, stabbing with all his might!
Another kept his dagger in place, spun around, and came before the emissary, swinging his dagger horizontally, slashing towards the emissary's throat!
The third person continued in his original posture, simultaneously exerting force with his right arm holding the dagger, directly aiming at the emissary's neck, and "pressed" the sharp blade in his hand down!
The actions of the three were different, yet they were all firmly executing the orders of their "master," Judge.
Even though the man in front of them seemed to have no idea how to fight and exuded a weak aura, the actions of the three were not the least bit hesitant.
*Swish!*
In just an instant, all three of the emissary's vital points were locked on, and the three clone death warriors launched fatal attacks from three angles that were practically blind spots!
And just as those blades were about to hit, the emissary finally made a move.
His hand suddenly reached behind him, and he drew a short club, the length of his forearm, from the weapon bag hidden beneath his robe.
He swung the short club horizontally, first knocking away the clone death warrior in front of him, and then immediately swung it towards the back of the emissary's own head.
With a "bang," the clone death warrior behind him also took a solid hit, falling backward with his head tilted back, completely unconscious.
As for the clone death warrior who was knocked away by the short club, he only felt a sharp pain in his waist and abdomen.
Clone soldiers are still human. While they were absolutely loyal to the Vinsmoke family, they also had normal human reactions, such as pain.
The clone soldier's internal organs felt like they were churning, and he almost threw up his breakfast.
"Ugh…"
But even so, the clone death warrior endured the agonizing pain and stepped forward, directly hugging the emissary's body.
Using one's body as a shield or bait—this was a rule that the Vinsmoke family had long ingrained in the minds of those clone death warriors.
Even if it meant death, they had to create an opportunity for their own side to attack!
At the same time, the last clone death warrior found an opening and lunged with a dagger from the side, aiming for the emissary's neck.
And as his gaze shifted downward, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he inwardly sighed, "This is not good."
Because he clearly saw the short club in the emissary's hand press against the chin of his companion, who had embraced a death wish, turning the attempted grapple into a one-sided "close embrace."
There was no control, and thus no restriction on the opponent's actions.
The emissary suddenly rammed the short club upwards, pushing the clone death warrior who had tried to grapple him away. Then, he spun the short club in his hand and thrust it directly at the last clone death warrior.
*Swish!*
The tip of the club directly struck the clone death warrior's chest, sending him flying with a single blow.
But what truly astounded the watching clone soldiers was that the clone death warrior who was sent flying actually crashed through several walls before finally neutralizing the force of that blow.
"This guy?!"
The surrounding clone soldiers' eyes widened in disbelief, unable to understand why this seemingly ordinary "emissary" could unleash such powerful force!
Someone who could deliver such an attack would be no ordinary person, even on the high seas. Why had Germa 66 never had any intelligence on him?
But no matter what, Judge's second order had been conveyed to every clone soldier present through hand gestures.
The meaning of the second order was also very simple.
But it was an order that, if revealed to the outside world, or to anyone not present at the scene, would absolutely be unbelievable—
War, had begun.
One man, yes, Germa 66's "war," had begun!
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