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Anos had never been the type of person to rush things. From beginning to end, he watched with a detached curiosity, allowing the opposing group to make their moves.

He was always more interested in what tricks they would come up with. After all, to him, they were lambs ready for slaughter, trapped within his domain.

The swirling mist surrounding the battlefield was thick, a reflection of his Space-Space Fruit powers.

It distorted the air, creating a sensation of unease for his enemies as if they were disconnected from reality itself. With a simple thought, he could manipulate this space, bend it, twist it, even reshape it. But he chose not to, not yet.

He wanted to see what they would do.

His lips curled into a faint smile. Amusing, he thought, watching them carefully from a distance. They think they can break free.

He knew the truth. No matter how strong or resourceful they were, his space barrier was an inescapable trap.

The dome of shimmering energy was a solid, indestructible force, a void that sealed them in this location. And unless they found a way to destroy the barrier, they had no hope of leaving. Not alive, at least.

At first glance, Olvia Omoro and the others appeared to be nothing more than a well-coordinated team.

Their movements were fluid and synchronized, and their cooperation was seamless and flawless.

They were the best the Cipher Pol divisions had to offer agents trained in the art of assassination, espionage, and manipulation.

They had taken down many powerful adversaries before, and today, they faced a swordsman they underestimated.

Olvia was leading them, his sharp eyes never leaving Anos. So confident, Anos thought. But for how long?

Even a natural-type Devil Fruit user, like one of the feared Admirals of the Marines, might fall prey to the hands of these agents. Their precision and teamwork were unmatched.

However, Anos was no ordinary opponent. He had been observing them closely, noticing their tactics, waiting for them to reveal their strengths. And in their overconfidence, they had already suffered.

Out of the original six Cipher Pol agents, one had been gravely injured during their initial skirmish. The man lay at the edge of the field, groaning in pain, unable to fight.

Another had disappeared, likely searching for a way to disable the space barrier.

That left four members, all of whom had shown considerable skill in their own right.

Their strength was not something to take lightly, that much was clear. Two of the remaining four had demonstrated their Devil Fruit abilities, and Anos had taken note of them.

But there was still an air of uncertainty surrounding the other two. What hidden powers lay within them? What surprises would they attempt to spring?

He sought to challenge himself, and this moment was the perfect opportunity.

The battles ahead would be far more intense, with opponents stronger and more cunning than any he had faced before.

This was his chance to push his limits, sharpen his skills, and prepare for the inevitable trials.

In the future, only those who adapted and grew would survive, and he was determined to be among them.

He could feel the weight of what lay ahead, but instead of fear, it ignited a fire within him driving him to become even stronger.

Anos mused, gripping the hilt of his demon sword, Muramasa. Whatever tricks they have, they will not be enough.

He had grown tired of watching. His desire to toy with them had faded, replaced by the need to finish this fight. Let's end this.

With a sudden surge of energy, Anos gathered his power. The space around him seemed to shudder, bending to his will.

He raised Muramasa high, its blade gleaming ominously in the dim light.

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"Dark Cleave!" Anos shouted, his voice reverberating through the battlefield.

In an instant, nearly a dozen sword lights materialized, flashing through the air like streaks of lightning.

They surged toward the remaining four Cipher Pol agents with blinding speed, their edges shimmering with deadly precision.

The power behind the attack was immense each sword light was capable of splitting the earth in half, and if these opponents weren't seasoned fighters, this attack alone could have killed them outright.

The energy behind the Dark Cleave attack was palpable, the air crackling as the sword lights sliced through it.

Each streak of light was infused with Haki, making them nearly impossible to deflect or avoid.

From below, the attack surged upwards, striking with such force that the ground itself began to split apart, creating deep, jagged fissures in the marble flooring beneath their feet.

Olvia Omoro, quick as ever, reacted immediately. His Observation Haki flared for his life, his senses tingling with danger.

In a blur, he moved, retreating at lightning speed, just barely avoiding the deadly sword lights.

But as he turned to regroup with his team, he saw the destruction left in their previous position, blood-red slash marks scarred the marble floor.

"Boss, who would've thought this kid was a swordsman?" the man with the red tie shouted, his voice tinged with surprise and frustration.

Anos's expression didn't change. He stood tall, his eyes narrowed as if daring them to come closer.

The aura of dominance surrounding him was overwhelming. He wasn't just a king by title his presence alone commanded authority.

Olvia's gaze darkened as he observed the young king. The realization began to dawn on him. They had misjudged him. Severely.

"Don't talk nonsense," Olvia snapped, his voice harsh. "The opponent's attacks are lethal. One misstep, and we're dead. Stay alert. Our goal is to hold him off until we find a way to break the barrier. He'll suffer later!"

Olvia's sharp orders snapped his team into action. The time for playing around had passed.

It was clear that Anos was a far more formidable opponent than they had anticipated, and if they weren't careful, this battle would be their last.

They shifted into a more serious stance, gathering all their strength for what was to come.

As Olvia spoke, his body began to change. His human form melted away, replaced by something far more primal. His clothes shredded as his body grew in size, muscles bulging, fur sprouting across his skin.

This was his true form, the full power of the Silver Moon Wolf a mythical zoan-type Devil Fruit that gave him the ferocity of a legendary beast.

The transformation was complete, and Olvia towered over the battlefield. His once-human eyes now glowed with a predatory gleam, his sharp teeth bared as a low growl rumbled from his throat.

"Silver Moon Wolf, the Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit," Anos muttered under his breath, a small smirk curling his lips. "It seems we've caught a big one today."

He had read about this Devil Fruit in the encyclopedia. Among all the animal-type fruits, the mythical varieties were the most powerful, their abilities transcending the norm. To see one in action was rare. To face one in combat is even rarer.

No wonder he's the leader of CP2, Anos thought, tightening his grip on Muramasa. But I'll bring him down all the same.

Olvia's transformation had shifted the balance of power, but Anos remained unfazed. He had faced powerful foes before, and no matter how strong this wolf-man was, he would fall.

The man in the red tie, meanwhile, revealed his own Devil Fruit ability. His was a Paramecia-type the Bubble-Bubble Fruit. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured large bubbles that floated through the air.

But these weren't ordinary bubbles. They shimmered with an unnatural light, pulsing with energy, and as they drifted toward Anos, they exploded violently, sending shockwaves across the battlefield.

Anos dodged swiftly, moving with grace as the explosions rocked the ground around him.

He felt the heat of the blasts, but his space barrier shielded him from the worst of it.

The third fighter had been the one seriously injured at the start of the battle, and as of now, his Devil Fruit ability remained a mystery.

From the looks of it, he was in no condition to fight, barely conscious as he lay by the water's edge.

But Anos's focus was on Olvia now. As the massive wolf charged toward him, claws outstretched, Anos gathered his energy. This fight's far from over.

Suddenly, Anos's body froze. It was as if something had taken control of him, his muscles locking in place.

Even Muramasa fell from his grip, clattering to the ground. What...what is this?

In an instant, Olvia took advantage of the situation. He lunged forward, striking Anos directly in the abdomen with a powerful punch.

This time, the blow connected, sending Anos flying across the battlefield. He crashed into the ground, skidding more than ten meters before coming to a stop.

Anos's head spun, his vision blurry, but at the last moment, he regained enough control to shield himself with Armament Haki, protecting his vital organs from the worst of the damage.

Even so, the pain was intense. He slowly pushed himself up, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Damn it, he thought, wincing. What kind of attack was that?

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Mental attacks...

It was a rare and dangerous ability, one that few could guard against. If not for his immense willpower, that attack might have left him completely helpless.

Olvia, seeing his moment of triumph, barked orders to his team. "While he's down, finish him off!"

Olvia didn't want to miss such a good opportunity. Although the opponent had the ability of the Space Devil Fruit, it was clear that Anos's actual combat experience was much weaker in comparison.

The Cipher Pol agents sprang into action, rushing toward Anos, weapons were drawn.

Anos squatted on the ground, took a deep breath, and then slowly stood up. By this time, they had already closed the distance.

"Barrier..."

A blue light curtain suddenly appeared around Anos, blocking the others from reaching him.

However, he seemed overly confident in his Space Fruit. The moment Olvia Omoro rushed forward, he transformed into the Silver Moon Wolf and attacked the space barrier with a powerful claw.

Although Anos believed the barrier to be an impenetrable defence, several cracks appeared almost instantly.

While the cracks were slowly mending, if the opponent continued attacking swiftly, hiding behind the barrier would no longer ensure his safety.

"Muramasa..."

At Anos's command, the Demon Sword Muramasa, which had been lying on the ground, flew toward the barrier.

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