Who Will Be the Future Air Force Marshal?

"Damn it... I... I am... a messenger of God."

Furious, Enel climbed to his feet from the crater-riddled ground, casually wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Driven by rage, he endured the pain in his back and gathered even more electricity around his body. The broad white wings on his back also began to blaze with brilliant azure lightning.

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In the blink of an eye, the lightning around his wings formed a lifelike Thunder Dragon coiling around him.

"Sixty Million Volts: Thunder Dragon!!"

As his furious shout fell—

The Thunder Dragon, brimming with terrifying lightning, immediately let out a soaring dragon roar and charged straight toward Borsalino.

Though it had the form of a dragon—

Its essence was still electricity, so it remained as swift as lightning.

From the instant it began moving, ordinary eyes could only barely catch a thick streak of lightning flashing through the air.

"That's far enough, lightning brat."

Seeing Enel launch another attack, Zephyr swiftly covered his left hand in a layer of Armament Haki.

Before he had even finished speaking—

His pitch-black fist, as huge as a basin, swung out and smashed the Thunder Dragon that had been about to streak past him head-on. With a thunderous boom, blue lightning exploded across the field.

"You!!"

Enel was furious. He glared coldly at Zephyr, but did not curse recklessly, because he recognized who the man was.

Before coming here, he had studied the profiles of every current minister, marshal, admiral, and admiral candidate in the military aboard the Ark.

Although his status as a Shichibukai and the formidable power of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit had made him exceedingly arrogant—

He was not truly some brainless fool who acted impulsively and did not even regard marshals or admirals as worthy of