Sea Star Homeworld, Red Line.
At the center of the RL1111 Area, which had already become a vast desert.
"Urgh! You... bastard!"
Crocodile gripped Cracker's struggling neck with one hand, a mocking sneer spread across his face.
[Whoosh------]
A gust of wind suddenly swept through, kicking up the yellow sand covering the ground and pelting the latter's scar-covered bare chest.
It also sent the former's Coat of Justice fluttering in the wind like a pitch-black flag.
All the yellow sand seemed to gather around the two of them, forming a ferocious giant crocodile before dispersing with the wind in the blink of an eye.
"Biscuit brat, remember this. There are countless talented people like you in this world. If, after this battle, all you know how to do is play petty tricks like you do now, then you'd better go home early and make desserts. At least that way, you won't die on some battlefield one day~"
Crocodile's words filled the suffering Cracker with shame and fury, while the big shots watching through Den Den Mushi fell silent.
Honestly, the final battle of the Paramount War had ended beyond everyone's expectations.
Fast. Far too fast!
They had originally thought Cracker could hold out for a day or two. After all, while the sandstorm looked terrifying, it should not have been difficult for an admiral-level fighter to handle.
But they had underestimated how quickly Dryness wore down Armament Haki.
Or rather, Cracker's Armament Haki had simply been somewhat lacking against Crocodile.
Especially since Crocodile had no intention of dragging things out. He had actually used the Sand Tornado to launch close-range attacks on Cracker.
A single Crescent Sand Dune, which transformed his arm into a curved Sand Blade, shattered Cracker's full-powered Roll Pretzel Roll.
It left a withered wound on Cracker's