Crocodile raised his hand, generating windblown sand.
But it was no longer a violent, twisting Sables. Instead, it condensed into Sand Blades vibrating at high speed.
In an instant.
This Desert Spada carried the force to tear through everything.
Ignoring the thousands of Biscuit Soldiers blocking its path, it slashed directly toward Cracker.
Cracker reacted quickly.
He immediately gathered a large number of Biscuit Soldiers together, forming a neatly arranged shield wall before him.
At the same time, he remotely coated them in Armament Haki, dyeing the shield surfaces with an inky-black sheen.
To be fair, in terms of sheer quantity, his Haki was inferior to monsters like Bullet and Kaido.
But he was still extraordinarily gifted, far surpassing ordinary people.
Excluding Big Mom, only Katakuri in the Charlotte Family could probably compare to him.
Its quality was no slouch either; even ordinary Admirals would struggle to overpower it.
Not to mention Vice Admirals, who would find it difficult even to damage the Biscuit Soldiers.
[Boom!]
The next moment.
The Sand Blade, which had cleaved through the ground along its path, slammed violently into the connected great shields.
The tremendous impact made the layers of shields tremble violently, countless cracks spreading across them like spiderwebs.
Cracker himself was shaken back several steps, his blood and qi churning, but he was not injured.
"I-I blocked it!"
Excitement immediately surged through him.
He could feel pain, but it was bearable—a dull ache like being struck by something heavy, still within his limits.
"I really have grown stronger!"
"I can even endure the pain of injections. This is nothing—"
However.
Cracker was celebrating too soon.
A cold glint flashed in Crocodile's eyes in the distance. "Looks like it needs to hurt a little more."
Before his words had faded, his figure suddenly blurred,