The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

On the city wall, Lucy quietly watched the white-haired, tattooed man with a dragon-like figure swimming among the crowd on the battlefield below.

Watching him easily break the bones and tendons of the naval soldiers with a single punch and kick, sending them flying into the air like rag dolls before crashing heavily to the ground.

Even if they don't die, their bones and muscles will be shattered, rendering them unable to fight.

Her gaze fell especially on Akaza's inhuman physique and the strange aura that emanated from his every move, a mixture of ferocity and something else entirely.

"Half-human, half-ghost?" she murmured to herself, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"If the navy sends out an expert who can deal with him, it will probably be quite troublesome. Fleet Admiral Sengoku has asked my men to deal with him."

She hesitated for a moment, then shifted her gaze slightly to the side, landing on the shadow at her feet that twisted and stretched with the changing light.

"Rogge, go ahead."

As she finished speaking, the shadow beneath Lucy's feet seemed to suddenly come alive, beginning to writhe and expand irregularly.

As if something was about to break free from that absolute darkness, the distorted shadow suddenly stretched upwards, and a human-shaped outline rapidly grew from the root of the shadow, becoming real!

And so, a man stepped out from Lucy's shadow.

He was also dressed in the Black Order's iconic black and white uniform, but the style was slightly different, being more fitted and streamlined.

He had a striking high white ponytail, neatly tied at the back of his head. His aura was strange; it wasn't simply powerful or cold, but rather an indescribable sense of disconnect.

What is most striking is his appearance; a strand of bangs hanging down his forehead is jet black, contrasting sharply with his white hair and ponytail.

The left side of his face had a normal skin tone, while the right side, from his forehead to his chin, had an unnatural, jet-black color.

It's like half his face is bathed in light and the other half is shrouded in darkness; this is definitely not like a normal, traditional exorcist.

Two completely different, even conflicting, auras emanated from him at the same time.

How can one person carry the aura of two people?!

His sudden appearance even made Fleet Admiral Sengoku, who was standing to the side, frown deeply and show a strong sense of vigilance in his eyes.

Sengoku's sharp gaze swept over Rogge, then looked at the woman's feet, at the shadow that now belonged to Lucy and had returned to normal.

I was deeply shaken. How could one person hide in another's shadow?

What ability is this?

Lucy keenly noticed the probing and wary gaze of Fleet Admiral Sengoku beside her, as well as the barely suppressed commotion among the naval soldiers below.

She didn't turn around but calmly said, "Rog Cheney, he used to be an exorcist, but he made some mistakes. Now he's with me, and he'll have to go through a probationary period before he can regain his identity."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Guo's brows remained furrowed, the eerie half-black, half-white face in his mind exuding a sense of incongruous patchwork.

Hermaphrodite?

It's more like two people who were forcibly stitched together by some force.

He was filled with doubts, but as a naval admiral, he was better at assessing the situation.

The Black Order is an extremely mysterious organization, and it must contain countless forbidden methods that are unknown to the public.

Developing human weapons is possible, but what does that have to do with him or the navy at this moment?

As long as he can defeat the formidable enemy before him and increase his chances of victory, there are some secrets he neither needs nor can delve into at this time.

There may be future collaborations, but right now he only needs results.

"Rogge will take care of that guy, and you'll have a day of free time afterwards."

As her voice faded, Roger Cheney, transformed into a deep shadow, flowed silently and swiftly down the city wall, gliding across the rough stone surface stained with gunpowder and blood, and finally merging into the ground.

This scene was witnessed by many naval pirates who were fighting nearby.

An indescribable chill swept through their hearts. How could a living person turn into a shadow and move around? Could this be a user of the Shadow-Shadow Fruit?

The shadow seemed oblivious to the stares around it.

It moves nimbly, blending perfectly into every boundary between light and shadow, cleverly using the shadows cast by every object on the battlefield as passageways.

Passing by naval soldiers, the shadows swaying beneath my feet moved so fast that they left only faint black streaks on my retina.

When it emerged from the shadows and reformed into human form, it stood firmly less than ten meters in front of Akaza, and that was Roger Cheney.

He stood ramrod straight, his high white ponytail perfectly in place, and his face, half black and half normal, appeared even more eerie in the flickering firelight of the battlefield.

His aura remained fragmented, a mixture of coldness and violence, calmness and restlessness. His only exposed, normal-colored left eye calmly gazed at his opponent.

Akaza, almost the instant Roger fully emerged from the shadows, abruptly turned around.

The maniacal smile on his face suddenly widened, the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears, not from anger or murderous intent, but from a pure, almost trembling excitement.

He felt it!

The powerful aura emanating from this strangely-looking man who had just appeared made his blood boil.

It's not just an energy-level pressure, but a resonance deep within the body, like two kindred spirits attracting each other.

Even from a distance, Akaza's beast-like intuition could clearly sense that beneath the seemingly not particularly imposing body lay a terrifying power far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Finally, someone decent has arrived," he thought, as he most enjoyed fighting against such strong opponents.

He hone his skills in life-or-death battles and broke through his limits in the clash of blood and bones. The weak only bore him; only the strong could make him feel truly alive.

Roger Cheney stood there expressionless, like an eerie statue.

His face, half black and half white, showed no emotion; only his normal left eye reflected Akaza's excitedly distorted face.

Akaza maintained his ancient martial arts starting stance, leaning slightly forward, and announced his name in a strong and clear voice: "Akaza—Nice to meet you!"

This was his battlefield etiquette, a recognition of a worthy opponent.

Roger Cheney stood silently opposite him, his half-black, half-white face flickering in the firelight. "Roger Cheney."

Two distinctly different terrifying auras, like slumbering beasts awakened simultaneously, erupted from the two individuals, testing the strength of the exorcist and the new Blackbeard Pirates officer to see who is stronger. The answer will be revealed tonight.