Naruto, the strongest Uchiha from signing in.

In the New World, on an island, a country that is not a member of the World Government.

"Since that lord has asked you to join us, then let us see your strength. We, the Knights of God, do not accept idlers..."

The members of the Knights of God below, dressed in noble military uniforms and holding swords, were all dissatisfied with this child who came from the sky and was not even half their age.

"At this age, he probably can't even hold a knife steadily, but he wants to be inserted into our Knights of God. I don't know what the higher-ups want to do?!"

"Who knows? To be able to invite the Five Elders, it must be that a Celestial Dragon who is close to them has spent a lot of money to gild himself in order to become famous among those good-for-nothings."

"Be careful, you've been a little too arrogant recently, Elena Gong."

"Why, you want to compete with me? It just so happens that I have disliked you for a long time, Mei Zisheng..."

clap clap clap!

A series of crisp applause echoed, and everyone turned around to look at the young figure with bright red hair that looked like a crescent moon.

"Alright, alright, how can you entertain newcomers like this? Don't listen to their nonsense. As long as you can get into the top ten in the next hunting competition, we will officially welcome you."

At the same time, on the rooftop not far away, Ancient Saint Fegalando Green raised his eyebrows and asked the bald man next to him.

“Do we really want to let this brat take charge of the Knights of God? Saint Izambaron V. Nasujuro, even if he has unlimited potential, isn’t it too much to let him take charge of the Knights of God now?”

Izambalon V. Nasujuro lowered his eyes, the first generation of Kitetsu restrained his demonic aura, and was ready to strike.

"Potential? His power is enough to dominate the Knights of God. His potential is unparalleled, surpassing everyone in this world..."

"Look carefully, this is his power..."

The strong self-confidence in his words made the ancient saint Fegalando Green suspicious, and the members of the Knights of God below also felt a chill in their hearts following the childish and cold words.

"why?"

"Why? This is the moment for us, the Celestial Dragons, to show our nobility to those lowly slaves. Don't worry, there are plenty of prey. As long as you work hard, you should be able to get into the top ten..."

"Why waste time?"

Instantly, all the members of the Knights of God present were stunned and looked at him.

"Wasting time? What a joke! We fought one-on-one with the strong slaves just to wait for today and win the reward that belongs to the Knights of God..."

"You ignorant little brat, there must be a limit to your arrogance, you..."

A world of blood and darkness came into view at some point, and cold blades instantly covered my entire body.

With a flick of his fingers, there was a thud, and the member of the Knights of God who had been shouting earlier fainted on the ground with bloodshot eyes.

"You...you guy!"

"You still have the energy to shout. Your willpower is pretty good. At least it's much stronger than those rubbish in Mary Geoise."

At this moment, everyone stared at this delicate and graceful child, and for no reason, a chill arose in their hearts.

"How amazing! You solved it in an instant without even revealing a trace of murderous intent. Is this your ability? You don't seem to be a devil fruit user."

The red-haired man with a distracted look spoke nonchalantly. The sword on his waist seemed conspicuous, but it was never unsheathed, and he did not regard the child in front of him as a threat.

Faced with many members of the Knights of God who were alert and retreated subconsciously, and the island in the distance was filled with noise and screams of fear from time to time.

He had no expression on his face, but his body seemed to be free from gravity and flew into the sky.

"What kind of fruit ability does he have?"

"No, on the contrary, he has never eaten a devil fruit. His power comes from his bloodline. This is also the most terrifying part..."

Facing the confusion of Ancient Saint Figalando Green, Saint Izambaron V. Nasujuro looked solemn, and even revealed a hint of fear in his eyes.

"When power can be inherited through blood, as long as the corresponding method is mastered, it can be replicated endlessly..."

"That child is the one who can replace the ancient weapons and become the strongest sword of the Celestial Dragons to cut through the ages!"

The sky was cloudless, and the being bathed in sunlight had an expressionless face. The exquisitely intricate nine-magatama red jade stared downwards and slowly raised its right hand.

"Super Shinra Tenzheng!"

The pure white light blends with the sunlight and falls on the earth.

Countless members of the Knights of God looked up at the sky, and a terrifying sense of crisis lingered in everyone's heart.

"This is……"

His pupils shrank as he saw the scene before him: waves and islands being pushed aside by invisible forces. Although Izambalon V. Nasujuro had anticipated this, he still subconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife.

On the side, Saint Fegalando Gringu was filled with fear. This feeling was just like the great fear between life and death in the battle of God Valley more than 30 years ago, which was still fresh in his memory.

The surroundings were silent and desolate.

The surging waves rose without wind, like a magic sword that destroyed the planet, destroying all the non-governmental member states below.

The roar in their ears continued to buzz until the pure white that swallowed everything dissipated. Only then did the members of the Knights of God look into the distance.

At this moment, everyone was shocked beyond words, because the island that existed before in front of them had now completely turned into dust and merged into the sea.

After the figure floating in the sky landed, its cold and ruthless red eyes swept around and its tone was icy.

"Boring."

He turned and left with an expressionless face, ignoring the crying and wailing beside his ear. The wailing of the dead souls could not shake him for a moment.

Until the figure disappeared, many people collapsed to the ground, and the sloppy young figure shook his head again and again.

"How terrifying! This is our future leader, worthy of being the one who inherited the bloodline of the Creator. But why is his hair blue and his eyes red..."

"What are the characteristics of the Creator?!"

........................

Navy, inside the Eighth Research Institute.

Vegapunk lowered his eyes, and the concept of six clones was getting closer to reality in the drawings.

"Really? Who sent so many Baileys? I feel like I forgot something. But this idea is really ingenious. The flame of the sun, endless energy, my ideal world..."

"However, this handwriting always feels very strange, but it is surprisingly consistent with the thoughts in my mind. Who wrote it?"

The messy workbench was filled with materials such as the concept of the Seraph, the second-generation improvement of the Pacifist, the concept of the Mother Fire, etc.

On the other hand, in the basement of Wano Country, in the thousands of petri dishes, figures condensed from nothingness, making Kazuki smile gently.