Dark Fruit's Top Fruit

Demon Sword vs. Demon Sword—the air crackled as two blades, coated with Armament Haki, clashed.

The bald-headed elder wielded the Third Generation Kitetsu, its surface swirling with dark, coiling energy. His Armament Haki, honed through centuries of combat, shimmered like a shield of molten steel. Yet, despite its potency, it couldn't rival the sheer intensity of Finn's mastery—a Haki so advanced it bordered on perfection.

Their swords met, sparks igniting like fireworks in the tension-filled air.

But then, something went wrong.

The Haki flowing through Finn's Enma wavered, disintegrating into thin strands of black energy. These wisps of power floated toward the blond elder standing behind the bald swordsman. A swirling black hole materialized in front of the blond elder, hungrily devouring the escaping Haki.

In moments, Enma was stripped of its power.

CLANG!

The unenhanced blade clashed against the Third Generation Kitetsu. Despite Finn's strength, the Haki-reinforced demon blade overwhelmed his own, forcing Finn to retreat several steps.

The bald elder stood firm, his expression triumphant.

The morale of the surrounding CP0 agents surged as they witnessed the rare sight of Finn being pushed back. The Marines, on the other hand, faltered, uncertainty creeping into their hearts.

Finn narrowed his eyes, his mind working rapidly. His gaze shifted to the blond elder, standing smugly in the distance.

"Your ability..." Finn muttered. "You can absorb Armament Haki?"

The blond elder sneered. "Not just Haki, boy. Any energy you bring will vanish into my Black Hole Fruit. You're outmatched."

As the bald swordsman charged again, the blond elder followed closely, their coordination impeccable.

Finn exhaled, frustration flickering across his face. "Fine. I wanted a duel of demon swords, but if you're going to play dirty…"

With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed Enma into a pocket dimension. Then, leaping into the air, he twisted his body mid-flight, building momentum.

"Evening Elephant!"

The atmosphere thickened, the pressure of his ultimate physical technique suffocating. An air cannon, massive as an elephant's foot, roared toward the bald elder.

But just as it seemed the attack would crush its target, the black hole reappeared. The energy flowed into it like water down a drain, vanishing completely.

Finn landed, his jaw tightening. "So, it absorbs everything?"

The blond elder chuckled darkly. "Everything you throw at me is mine now. Haki, energy, it doesn't matter. You've already lost."

Before Finn could respond, a familiar voice broke through the chaos.

"Finn, be cautious!" Vice Admiral Crane's voice carried authority and wisdom. "His Devil Fruit—it's likely the Superior Black Hole Fruit, a legendary evolution of the Dark-Dark Fruit."

Finn's eyes flickered with understanding. He trusted Crane's insight more than anyone's.

"Heh, the old crone is sharp," the blond elder said mockingly. "But it doesn't matter. Even if you know my fruit's name, there's nothing you can do. My ability is flawless."

Vice Admiral Crane smirked. "Flawless? Hardly. Your fruit may absorb energy, but it has limits. There's a daily threshold, isn't there?"

The blond elder's face faltered for the briefest moment before he masked it with a mocking laugh. "Limits? You overestimate yourselves. Even if all of you combined your efforts, you wouldn't scratch my capacity."

Crane shot Finn a look. "The key is simple: overload him."

Finn grinned, his confidence rekindled. "So, there is a way."

He cracked his knuckles, his mind racing with strategies. If this elder could absorb energy, he'd give him more than he could handle.

The blond elder sneered. "Do your worst, boy. It won't matter."

Finn's grin widened. "Oh, I will. Let's see if that smug face holds up when you hit your limit."

The battlefield fell silent, the tension rising as Finn prepared his next move. Whatever came next, one thing was certain: the blond elder was about to regret his overconfidence.