ing destructive power of the "Momo Fruit," his threat to world peace far surpasses that of Whitebeard and Roger.He was so close, just a little bit more and he could have arrested this guy…Damocles the...It's hard to imagine that Pika, this goofy big guy, could have such a hilarious squeaky voice.
A huge shadow rose behind the naval officer, engulfing him completely.
However, Darren was not at all caught off guard and bewildered by the surprise attack. Instead, as if he had anticipated it, he stepped firmly onto the ground.
As stones flew up around his feet, the colonel, a smirk playing on his lips as he held a cigar between his teeth, suddenly turned and unleashed a powerful punch with his backhand!
For Pika, who excels in strength, of course, we need to use even greater strength...to crush him!!
Only this kind of brutal and savage fighting style can bring oneself the stimulation of punches to the flesh!
The next second,
Two fists of vastly different sizes collided in mid-air like meteors crashing into Earth!
Boom!
As if an ancient bronze bell had been struck with force, the surrounding air immediately rippled with undulations.
However, this stalemate lasted only half a second.
Under the increasingly horrified, contorted, and fearful visage of the rock giant, its gigantic fists, arms, shoulders, and even its massive body...all cracked and shattered with a resounding boom.
Countless cracks spread from the point where Darren landed his punch, eventually covering the entire body of the twenty-meter-tall rock giant in an instant.
The overwhelming power, like the breath of a dragon, surged from the naval captain's fist.
BOOM!!
The rock giant's body instantly shattered, crumbling into a shower of stones that rained down everywhere.
In the scattered rubble, Pika, clad in golden armor, stood dumbfounded mid-air, utterly disbelieving what her eyes beheld.
Darren's figure suddenly vanished from the spot.
In a blink of an eye, it appeared in the sky above Pika.
The black boots rose high, carrying with them a white wave of energy, toward Pika's head...
Like an axe falling!!
Bang!!
Pikachu was swallowed whole by the earth like a meteorite, and a massive tremor and roar exploded in the center of the town.
Within a radius of a hundred meters, the ground sank half a meter all at once. A huge column of dust and water shot up into the sky.
"Super Strike Whip!!"
At that very moment, a raspy roar echoed from afar.
A hundred-meter long thread suddenly whipped down from the sky, looking like a slashing strike from above. It directly "cut" Darren in mid-air and sent him crashing to the ground.
The sharp thread sank into the earth, and a violent tremor kept emanating. The ground in the center of the street was cut open, leaving a deep scar that collapsed inward.
On both sides of the street, buildings began to tilt and collapse with a deafening roar, sending up a vast cloud of dust.
Over a hundred meters away,
Doflamingo, covered in blood, struggled to crawl out of the rubble. He gasped for breath, his eyes fixed on the smoke-filled center, clenching his teeth as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth incessantly.
At this point, he was utterly devoid of the arrogance and reckless abandon he had displayed when first arriving on Ruebeck Island.
The sunglasses were covered in cracks and could shatter at any moment.
A head of golden short hair, mixed with mud and bloodstains, looked sticky and messy.
Her ribs caved in, a large area sunken. Her face was as pale as death.
"Did you succeed"
Doflamingo's eyes, hidden beneath his mirrored sunglasses, were fixed on the distant plume of smoke. He didn't even bother to look at the several injured subordinates sprawled on the ground around him.
The most powerful technique he wielded at this time was the Overwhelming Whip. Its power was so immense, it could easily cleave a pirate ship in half from stem to stern.
Even if it was that monster... it couldn't possibly—
At the moment this thought arose, Doflamingo seemed to have glimpsed something terrifying, his bloodshot pupils contracting into thin needles.
As the thick smoke was gradually blown away by the strong wind, a tall figure emerged slowly, indistinct yet imposing.
"Whew..."
Doflamingo heard a long, drawn-out sigh.
The smoke from the cigar, exhaled slowly, condensed in front of the terrifying figure, forming a banner.
Footsteps sounded slowly.
The first thing to step out of the thick smoke was a black boot.
Then came straight, long legs.
A body with well-defined muscles.
A defiantly handsome and cold face,
The cigar still burning in his mouth flickered red from time to time.
On his chest, there was a glaring bloodstain that wouldn't stop bleeding.
A sharp thread, embedded deep in flesh and blood, yet unable to sever its bones.
"Well, that's interesting... You actually hurt me."
Darren glanced down at the thread that was noticeably thicker now. He reached out and wiped some blood from his mouth, then licked it off.
Doflamingo suddenly felt every pore on his body stand on end, his whole body trembling uncontrollably!
This fellow... laughed!
He's actually enjoying the thrill of the kill, the pain!
Then, that's enough fun for now.
Darren pulled the thread stuck between flesh and bone with his hand, twisted his neck, and looked up at Doflamingo, that golden-haired little devil... a ferocious grin.
His knees sank slightly.
Give it your all!
BOOM!!
Behind him, swathes of land and ruins collapsed simultaneously, creating vast funnel-shaped depressions.
Darren's figure shot out like a bullet from a gun, rocketing away at a speed the naked eye couldn't follow.
Wow, that's fast!!
That's too fast!!
Doflamingo's pupils dilated.
He only felt a flash before his eyes, and a fist had already slammed heavily into his abdomen.
Bang!
Doflamingo bent over, spitting blood, his eyes bulging.
Bang!
Another punch struck his chin from below.
Plop!
He heard the sound of his jawbone cracking.
The figure rose in the air, thrown back by the impact of the punch.
The next moment,
Darren's figure also shot up from the ground, appearing before Doflamingo in an instant, and kicked out with his foot.
Bang!!
Doflamingo flew horizontally backward.
It hasn't landed yet.
A knee strike slammed into his back from behind, with a crushing weight...
……
Thus, on the edge of distant islands...
The flying squirrel, through the telescope, saw a scene that sent shivers down its spine.
The golden-haired imp, whose body flowed with the "noble" blood of the celestial Dragon People.
如同一隻皮球一樣，
In mid-air, he was repeatedly tormented, beaten, kicked, and elbowed by Darren.
Blood spurted out continuously,
It looked utterly miserable.
And around the ruined streets,
Doflamingo's several severely wounded family executives were terrified, their faces pale as they stared in dumbfounded horror at this exaggerated scene.
……
After a full minute...
With Doflamingo's shot, covered in wounds and with at least twenty broken bones, he slammed heavily into the ground.
Darren's figure also landed steadily.
He flicked the ash from his cigar, took a bite, and strode step by step toward Doflamingo, who was twitching incessantly, looking like a bloody man.
By the time he reached Doflamingo, the latter was struggling to pry open his swollen eyelids.
Darren extended his large hand and directly grabbed Doflamingo's head, lifting the latter into the air.
Let his eyes meet yours.
The setting sun pierced through the clouds after the rain, casting a thin veil of blood color over the world.
In the dilapidated ruins shrouded in thick smoke, a three-meter-tall naval colonel walked, carrying a golden-haired little boy no taller than his waist, drenched in blood.
The blood, ticking and tocking, flowed from her body onto the ground.
Darren stared silently at the near-unconscious Doflamingo, then suddenly grinned.
So, can we talk now
He paused, as if he had remembered something, and added:
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. That was rude of me."
A plume of smoke escaped the naval colonel's mouth.
"My name is Rogers Darren, the highest-ranking officer in the North Sea Navy. Everyone calls me 'The King of the North Sea,' but I prefer my other nickname..."
"— 'Scum of the Navy.'"
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