Ten Heroic Spirits, Scary Sengoku!

"Isn't there a long-range attack?" Garp asked, casually picking his nose.

Sengoku's eyes widened in shock. "This battle puppet is incredibly strong!"

Crane Vice Admiral nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's far beyond what we expected!"

"Ah... there's a long-range attack... and it's really powerful!" Kizaru said, looking confused. He stared at the scattered remnants of Akainu on the ground and shook his head slightly. "But remember, Sakazuki is a Logia user. This arrow looks terrifying, but it didn't really cause any damage to him."

"..." Sengoku nodded, but as he was about to agree, his brows furrowed. He stared at the lava scattered on the ground, his expression suddenly darkening. "What's going on? Why hasn't Sakazuki regained his solid form yet?"

Kizaru, also surprised, glanced over. "Could it be... that Sakazuki was actually shot to death?"

"Porusalino, stop joking around!" A deep voice boomed from the swirling magma.

At that moment, the previously still magma began to slowly gather together. However, everyone noticed that the process was much slower than expected.

It was as if a person, normally able to run 50 meters in 10 seconds, suddenly became sluggish, as though suffering from a delay in their movements.

The magma began to reform, but it took its time. Sakazuki's regrouping was oddly slow.

"Ah—!" Lu Bu roared upon seeing his target appear again. He raised Fang Tian's painted halberd, ready to strike.

"Stop!" Finn shouted immediately.

Lu Bu's furious expression shifted to a cold one, and he froze in place.

"Sakazuki, are you injured?" Kizaru asked, concerned as he approached the molten figure.

"Damn it, there's something wrong with his arrow!" Sakazuki's voice was strained, and his eyes were bloodshot. He staggered slightly, his head spinning. The arrow's attack wasn't just physical—it had triggered a stun effect, a side effect of Lu Bu's treasured weapon, the Five Soldiers of the Army God.

"I was careless earlier! Let's go again!" Sakazuki shook his head, trying to clear the dizziness.

"No need," Sengoku intervened quickly. "This was just to test the battle puppet's attack power. It's already proven that it can hold its own. Continuing would be pointless."

He turned to Finn. "Finn, the combat strength is clear. But having only one battle puppet isn't enough. If Marine is to break away from the World Government, we'll need at least double the current Admiral-level combat power."

"Fine," Finn replied with a wave of his hand. "How many do you need to feel secure about breaking with the World Government?"

Sengoku paused thoughtfully before responding, "Five or six should be enough to compete with the World Government. But if you have seven or eight, I'd feel more confident."

Finn's eyebrows shot up. "Only seven or eight can satisfy you?"

At this, everyone exchanged surprised glances.

"Only seven or eight? You're talking about the strength of Admirals here!" someone muttered, astonished.

Sengoku, realizing Finn's misunderstanding, clarified, "I mean, I'd need seven or eight battle puppets of this level to be sure we can take on the World Government."

"I understand," Finn shrugged, smiling slightly. "I'll go ahead and get ten of them. How does that sound?"

"Ten?!" Sengoku's eyes widened in disbelief. "You... what? Did you just say ten?!"

Roan and the others were equally stunned. They couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"Ten! That's right—ten!" Finn confirmed with a grin, holding up his hands to emphasize his point. "If not for the Summoning Pool's limit, I'd get you twenty, or even thirty!"

The group stood in stunned silence.

"Roan, are you... sure?" Crane Vice Admiral asked, his voice trembling.

Sengoku, now completely serious, stepped forward. "Finn, if what you're saying is true, I'll immediately agree to your terms and separate from the World Government!"

Finn's face lit up with excitement. "Alright, Grandpa Sengoku, when we gentlemen make a promise, we stick to it! I know you have a tendency to break your word, but today, in front of everyone here, you won't dare to deceive me again, will you? You're an honest man!"

Everyone exchanged confused glances.

At that moment, Finn began summoning the heroic spirits.

The Heroic Spirit Summoning Pool came to life. A series of blue lightning streaked across the sky as powerful magical ripples surged through the air.

And soon, figures began to materialize.

"I come at your invitation. I am Gilles de Ray, though the title of villain is not fitting."

A figure in a black robe appeared, speaking with a sense of dark pride.

Another figure followed, a cavalry Medusa with long purple hair, also clad in a black robe. "If you need a living sacrifice, I am at your service."

Then came a loud roar as Hercules, in his berserk form, appeared before Finn, his presence imposing.

One by one, powerful heroic spirits materialized, and the spectators' eyes grew wider with every appearance. Their jaws nearly dropped in disbelief.

Sengoku, utterly shocked, turned to Finn. "Do these battle puppets possess his strength?"

"Battle puppets?" Medusa raised an eyebrow, sizing Sengoku up. "You think of us as puppets? How quaint. You'd make a fine living sacrifice, I think."

The five-star Heroic Spirit Westwalker raised his staff with a displeased frown. "You insult us. Do you want to feel the Buddha's punishment?"

Nero, the four-star sword rank heroic spirit, walked over to Finn, ignoring Sengoku completely. With an air of arrogance, she spoke: "As your servant, I am satisfied with your appearance. From now on, you must call me by my name and be completely devoted to me."

Sengoku and the others stood frozen, dumbfounded.

After a long silence, Sengoku stammered, "He... Are they not just puppets?"