One Piece: Wake up on the eve of the summit and crush Luffy!

Bepo's body fell heavily to the ground, his eyes filled with pain and unwillingness.

Luo's eyes fell on Bepo. Looking at his face twisted in pain, his heart felt as if it had been hit by a blunt object.

Guilt and self-blame surged into his heart like a tide. He hated his own incompetence, hated himself for not being able to protect every one of his companions, and hated himself for putting them in such a situation.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

Every breath seemed to fuel the fire of his life, and every breath felt so heavy it seemed to crush him.

He knew that he couldn't fail here and let his companions' expectations go to waste.

Forcing himself to stand, his limbs shook, every muscle protesting the decision.

Luo's eyes became firm again, showing his determination for survival and his desire for the future.

But his physical condition obviously didn't allow him to cheer up so easily.

Luo's body was shaking, and every movement was accompanied by severe pain. His wounds kept reminding him how deadly the attack he had just endured was.

"Crack", Luo's feet suddenly slipped and he almost fell to the ground, but he finally managed to keep his body steady.

His arms involuntarily rested on the ground to help him support his heavy body.

Despite this, there was no sign of giving up in Luo's eyes. He gritted his teeth, squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, and stood up again resolutely.

"Oh my, didn't I tell you not to move? Otherwise it will only make things more difficult for your captain."

Kizaru looked at Bepo and other members of the Heart Pirates struggling, and no one knew what he was feeling at the moment.

"Damn Kizaru! Let us out! We would rather die here!" Bepo was furious, his eyes were red, and he was roaring at the top of his lungs.

He couldn't bear to watch Luo suffer such heavy pressure while he was powerless to do anything.

"Captain... I'm sorry... we didn't obey your orders this time!" Xia Qi clenched his teeth in pain, regret intertwined in his tone.

Every member felt an unprecedented sense of restraint, and their hearts were filled with guilt because of their own powerlessness.

"Ah!!!" Pekin, Baiyan, and Qiangbaru, one after another, each of them tried to break through the restraints set by Kizaru, hoping to share the pressure for Luo.

However, their actions brought an even more cruel response. Kizaru's movements were so fast that it was almost impossible to see how he made his move.

There were flashes of golden light, accompanied by screams, and members of the Heart Pirates were attacked one after another.

One hand after another was ruthlessly cut off, blood splattered, and the scene was extremely tragic.

Every blow is not only physical pain, but also mental torture.

Kizaru's attacks were ruthless and precise, and no matter how hard the members of the Heart Pirates tried, they could not escape the cage he set.

The air on the battlefield was filled with the smell of blood and despair. Even in desperate situations, they still refused to give up hope and were unwilling to give up their captain.

"Bebo, Xiaqi, Peijin, Baiyan, Qiangbaru, you..." Luo's voice was choked, and his heart seemed to be torn apart.

Seeing his companions being so cruelly hurt one after another, his heart felt as if it was cut by a sharp blade, and it was heart-wrenching.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, sliding down Luo's cheeks, and every drop of tear contained endless self-blame and pain.

He clenched his hands into fists, his nails almost digging into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain because the torment in his heart was more intense than the pain in his body.

Luo could no longer remain calm. His vision blurred and his ears were filled with the shouts of his companions and the ridicule of his enemies.

He felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, a despair he had never experienced before.

"Kaji, let's end the battle quickly." There was a hint of strange emotion in Kizaru's voice, and he seemed to be touched by the tenacity and indomitable spirit of the Heart Pirates.

He no longer watched Luo's struggle leisurely as before, but instead looked at Kaji with some urgency.

Although Kizaru's tone remained calm, his words revealed his intention to end this long battle as quickly as possible.

"General Borsalino, it seems that you are still too soft-hearted. Well, let's complete the mission quickly." Upon hearing this, Kaji smiled lightly, with a hint of amusement in his voice.

His figure then walked towards Luo, his steps steady and powerful, and every step seemed to step on the hearts of everyone present.

As Kaji approached, Luo felt a strong pressure coming towards him, but his eyes still showed no sign of retreat.

Although his heart was filled with intense emotions, his face was unusually calm, as if he was ready for the final blow.

Kaji's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he had grasped a sharp blade flashing with cold light in his hand without knowing when.

The sunlight reflected on its surface, casting a dazzling light, which was like the announcement of the god of death, indicating that the battle was about to end.

"Luo, everything ends here." Kaji's voice was calm and firm. He raised his arm, and the blade in his hand seemed even more dazzling in the sunlight.

"Spiral White Blade!" Kaji's movements were smooth and fast, making it almost impossible to catch his trajectory.

Faced with this fatal blow, Luo did not give up any chance of resistance.

"Baton SHOOT!" He activated ROOM with difficulty, releasing the last of his strength.

He greatly lengthened the saber and then made it waver in an attempt to block Kaji's attack.

As Kake's ruthless slashes swept in like a hurricane, Law's figure seemed unusually lonely on the battlefield.

He gathered all his strength into the longer sword in his hand, trying to build the last line of defense.

But facing Kaji's overwhelming strength and speed, Law's defense was as fragile as thin paper.

The sounds of metal colliding and the whistling of air being torn apart intertwined into a tragic symphony, announcing that the battle was about to end.

There was a flash of unwillingness in Luo's eyes, and his arms trembled as he endured the violent blows from his opponent.

Every time the metal touched, his body trembled involuntarily and his blood rushed, as if every muscle and bone was shouting in protest.

Finally, as the last ray of light slipped from his blade, Luo finally exhausted all his strength.

The knife in his hand slipped weakly from his fingers, making a crisp sound, symbolizing the end of resistance.

Luo's body slowly tilted backwards like a puppet with its strings cut. His eyes gradually lost focus, revealing a deep and distant confusion.