Chiyu ended Caesar Clown in the most fitting way imaginable.

For a moment, the entire lab was blanketed in a chilling, suffocating atmosphere.

What was left of Caesar's body couldn't even be called a corpse anymore—just a steaming heap of mangled flesh and gore, reeking so bad it made people's skin crawl.

Still, considering all the twisted things he'd done, this ending felt… earned.

Vergo erupted in fury.

"Uchiha Chiyu! You've really decided to take on the entire underworld?!"

Chiyu didn't flinch. "Not just the underworld. The entire world."

Vergo growled, "Then I'll be the one to shut you down!"

He lunged forward, bamboo staff coated in Armament Haki, bringing it crashing down like a hammer.

Vergo wasn't just strong—he was elite in every sense: speed, technique, raw power, Haki mastery. You could say he was a grown-up version of Rob Lucci at his peak.

Chiyu swung Shusui, his black blade slicing through the air as he clashed with Vergo head-on.

Meanwhile, Law, though wounded by Vergo earlier, was still on his feet. He watched the fight silently, his expression a storm of emotions.

Law hated Vergo. Hated Doflamingo. Hated everything they stood for.

Even if Chiyu wasn't exactly a saint, Law would never stoop low enough to side with scum like them.

So, without a word, he slipped away.

He headed deeper into the lab to find what Caesar had stolen—his heart.

Elsewhere, Franky huddled with the rescued kids. No one dared leave the lab—outside was still flooded with Caesar's toxic gas.

Stepping out meant certain death.

Back in the chaos, Blade and Box—two majors trained under Chiyu—were locked in combat with Monet the Snow Woman.

Fighting a Logia-type Devil Fruit user was never easy. But both Blade and Box had learned the basics of Armament Haki. They weren't experts yet, but it didn't take much—just enough to actually hit a Logia.

Blade had a sword infused with the Elephant-Elephant Fruit. Box had eaten the Giraffe-Giraffe Fruit. In terms of brute strength, they weren't any weaker than Monet.

And when it came to swordplay and raw combat skills?

They had her beat.

Meanwhile, the tide of battle between Chiyu and Vergo had already turned.

Chiyu was in full control, his Haki evolving in real-time. With every strike, Shusui overpowered Vergo's staff more and more—until it snapped under the pressure.

"Tch—!" Vergo's face twisted. "That Haki… It's on another level!"

Sweat poured down his face.

"But you're not taking me down that easily!"

He coated his whole body in Haki, turning jet-black and glossy—like living armor, hard as stone.

Chiyu sneered. "Really feeling yourself, huh?"

Vergo snarled, "My Armament Haki rivals even the Admirals!"

Chiyu just smirked. "And?"

Vergo froze for half a second.

In that split second, Shusui lit up—wrapped in crackling black lightning and Haki. Chiyu vanished in a blur and struck like a thunderbolt.

CRACK!

A single, brutal thrust.

Shusui punched straight through Vergo's chest and out his back—right through the heart.

"Ngh… Impossible…"

Vergo stared at the blade impaling him, eyes wide, breath caught.

Chiyu looked down on him. "Admirals? You're not even in their league."

He'd fought Aokiji. He'd fought Kizaru. He knew exactly what Admiral-level power felt like—no weaknesses, no openings.

Vergo? Good in close combat, sure. Excellent Haki. But that was it.

Against an Admiral? He wouldn't last a minute.

Where did all that confidence even come from?

Still, Vergo wasn't weak. Objectively speaking, he could've qualified as a Warlord. Trafalgar Law—who was a Warlord—couldn't take him in a fair fight.

But Chiyu?

Chiyu was on a whole different level.

That single strike through Vergo's chest proved it. His Haki had already surpassed Vergo's.

Vergo, bleeding out, suddenly calmed down.

He coughed blood, grinned. "You think… killing me means you win?"

"Doffy won't let this slide. The Yonko won't. Hell, even the Navy and World Government will come for you."

"You've made the entire world your enemy!"

Chiyu yanked his sword out, eyes cold. "That's what I want."

Vergo froze—then burst out laughing, spitting blood as he went.

"In that case… let me leave you a gift."

"Your buddy. My subordinate. That idiot Smoker. He's been branded a traitor for helping you."

"He's locked up in Impel Down. Level Six. Personally thrown in there by Admiral Akainu."

"He'll die in there. Or worse…"

"Actually… nah. He won't die. They'll just keep torturing him till he begs for death."

"And if you go to save him? You'll die too."

"I'll be waiting in hell… cough... See you soon... Hahahaha—"

His laugh was cut short. His body hit the floor. Dead.

Chiyu's expression shifted.

He didn't care what the Navy, Yonko, or World Government thought of him.

But Smoker… Smoker was a friend.

And clearly, he'd been imprisoned because of him.

Chiyu knew it was bait. A trap. A giant, glowing "come-and-get-me" sign from the World Government.

But even so…

He had to go.

In fact, ever since he came to this world, he'd planned to go to Impel Down anyway.

Why?

Because he was going to wipe out every last monster locked inside.

He gave Vergo's body one last cold look.

Not far away, Monet had seen it all—Vergo's defeat, his death—and froze. She panicked. Tried to run.

Too late.

Blade and Box quickly overpowered her and captured her alive.

The battle was officially over.

"Chiyu-sama," one of them asked, "what should we do with her?"

Monet laughed darkly. "Go ahead. Kill me. My master will burn you all alive for this."

Chiyu shook his head. "No, he won't."

He knew Doflamingo better than anyone. To Doffy, everyone—Monet included—was just a puppet. Tools to be used and tossed aside.

All their "loyalty"? A sick joke.

Still, Chiyu didn't show mercy.

He nodded. Blade and Box killed Monet on the spot.

"…Too bad Law got away," someone said.

Chiyu didn't reply.

"Let's get the kids out of here first."

"Yes, sir!"

Franky gathered gas masks for the kids. One by one, they all boarded the Uchiha.

Chiyu stood at the railing, looking down at the scorched island.

He gave the order.

"Destroy it."

"Yes, Chiyu-sama!"

Cannons roared. Shells rained down from the Uchiha, leveling Punk Hazard to ashes.

The island—its labs, its freaks, its horrors—was erased from history.

Watching the flames, Hina's voice cut through the smoke.

"What about the kids, sir?"

"We'll send them home," Chiyu said.

"But first…"

He told them about Smoker.

Hina and Nami were stunned.

"This is a trap!" Hina cried. "If you go to Impel Down, you might not come back! No one's ever escaped from there!"

Nami looked panicked. "But if we don't go… Smoker will be tortured to death!"

Chiyu's voice was calm.

"I'll save him."

"And I will come back alive."

"But first, we drop the kids off at Dressrosa."

Hina nodded solemnly. "If it's a trap, they'll keep Smoker alive… but he'll suffer. A lot."

Chiyu said nothing more.

"Let's go."

"Yes, Chiyu-sama!"

The Uchiha turned toward Dressrosa.

Far behind them, in the burning ruins of Punk Hazard, a man in a gas mask silently watched the ship sail off.

In his hand—his own heart.

Law reinstalled it into his chest and sighed in relief.

"Just in time…"

"So Uchiha Chiyu really is going after that bastard Doffy."

"In that case… I'd better get moving too."

He glanced at the wreckage.

Not part of his plan—but Chiyu had just done him a huge favor.

"Dressrosa…"

Law boarded his small ship and set sail for the kingdom.

…

Meanwhile…

Doflamingo got the report.

"WHAT?!"

His usual smirk vanished. His face twisted with rage.

"Punk Hazard… destroyed?!"

"What the hell happened?!"

"It—it was Uchiha Chiyu! He wiped out the whole island! Caesar's gone. Monet too. Even Vergo's gone silent. We think…"

"Think WHAT?!"

"We think they're all dead… Chiyu killed them."

BOOM!

Doflamingo shattered the table in front of him.

"Uchiha Chiyu…"

"I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!!!"