The vortex slammed into the shield with a thunderous crash. Cracker felt the hand holding it shudder, nearly breaking. Fortunately, the biscuit shield had been reinforced with Armament Haki; only with its increased hardness did it barely block Jinbe's attack.
"Kehehehehe!" Cracker lowered the shield, which was still smoking white, and gave a sinister laugh. "Looks like you've got some presence after all! But if this is all you can do, it won't be enough!"
Jinbe clapped his hands and stretched his limbs before saying to Ronglin, "Boss, there's no need to worry. Leave this petty clown to me. I'll settle him quickly!"
Cracker immediately became displeased upon hearing Jinbe's words. No matter how he heard it, Jinbe seemed to be looking down on him.
"The former Seven Warlords of the Sea, Jinbe?" Cracker raised his sword and pointed it at Jinbe. "Your reputation may be impressive, but that was in the past. A salted fish like you who has left the sea—what kind of waves can you possibly stir up?"
Jinbe thought for a moment, then said, "If you accidentally lose to me, won't you feel embarrassed when you remember what you just said?"
"Shut up! Laozi isn't joking!" Cracker-sama flew into a rage, spun around, and brought the twin swords in his hands down from both sides toward Jinbe. Black light enveloped the blades as Armament Haki Hardened them, greatly increasing the weapons' power.
Despite his bulky body, Jinbe was incredibly agile. He leaned forward and swept both hands out, forcing his palms into the gap between the two swords. Then, with a burst of palm force, he struck down at the blades with all his strength.
"Fish-Man Karate: Shark Tile Fist!"
The heavy blows of his two palms carried a shrill, howling roar as they suddenly struck