"So that's how it is!"
"But as I recall, the 'large cannons' weren't this powerful, nor did they have this kind of range."
Above the Nether Sea.
Having completed his transformation, Jūra gritted his teeth and glared furiously at the ten Underworld Army warships below, which were still firing continuously.
In 1544, three years ago, Japan had introduced Frankish cannons from the Portuguese and called them "large cannons."
Naturally, the performance of these Frankish cannons could not compare to the large-caliber naval guns replicated by the Spirit Particle Research Institute.
Unfortunately, the current Spirit Particle Research Institute did not yet have researchers of Vegapunk's or Fashion's caliber.
"Forget it, I'll destroy them. No, I should leave them intact. They'll all be ours in the future!"
As Jūra's thoughts turned, the anger in his eyes transformed into greed.
[Boom!]
The moment he finished speaking, he shattered the sound barrier, becoming a dark-yellow afterimage too fast for the naked eye to track as he dove at the nearest warship.
"Hm?!"
But to Kyōra's surprise, a mass of icy-blue light suddenly came at him during his high-speed flight.
In an instant.
As he instinctively raised his arms to defend himself, a powerful force swept over his entire body.
The impact abruptly brought him to a halt.
"Who are you?!"
Jūra flew into a rage.
Then he saw the blue snowflake formation appearing on the deck of the warship below.
At the same time, his gaze met Akaza's across the distance. Akaza wore a cold smile, purple energy swirling around him.
"So it's him..."
Jūra immediately recalled the footage he had watched before.
This man had appeared in it, displaying his abilities on the battlefield.
Back then, he had looked forward to fighting an opponent who also excelled in hand-to-hand combat.
He had not