The Nun Doesn't Panic

In the world of pirates, just how strong could the human physique become?

Kaido the 'Immortal'? Big Mom the 'Iron Balloon'? Whitebeard, who could sink half an island even with half his face gone? Even Akainu, whose build was close to normal, could take a Tremor-Tremor Fruit hit head-on and only spit out a few mouthfuls of blood without serious injury!

Figo once thought a physique of 1000 was enough to reach the heavens, but now that his physique had broken past 10,000, he was far from satisfied—because he could sense an even higher sky, an even more powerful future.

Higher, faster, stronger!

Boom!!

Like a volcanic eruption, the intact deck beneath Figo's feet shattered under his stomp, and the medium-sized warship finally gave out, snapping in half at the middle!

Torrents of seawater churned upward.

Perched on the mast, the Worry Demon had no need to fear the sea for now—his first concern was Figo's attack! A figure flashed before him, and Figo, splashed with seawater, appeared as if teleported, swinging a punch!

"Five-Color Net!"

The Worry Demon spread his fingers, summoning the same web that had first blocked Figo's slash. But this time, atop the Armament Haki coating Figo's fist, violent friction with the air ignited a blazing inferno of flames!

"One-Force Fist!"

Clang!

The web melted through in an instant!

"This guy..."

The Worry Demon's expression finally shifted slightly. He crossed his arms in Armament Haki defense, but when the collision roared out, he couldn't help a faint sweetness in his mouth as he shot backward through the air like a cannonball, crashing toward the sea. He quickly hooked a thread, rebounding toward the shore, rolling clumsily on landing to shed the force.

Then Figo plunged into the sea, only to burst out like a swordfish, flipping and twisting, darting onto the shore in an instant to charge straight at the Worry Demon!

Because the warship had been snapped in half by the successive ravages of the Worry Demon and Figo, the section near the center was taking on water and sinking. The three CP9 members and Xiao were struggling to steady themselves, each with dazed eyes.

"I—I almost thought I was seeing Vice Admiral Doug..." Little Tiger stammered. "He's a total monster. No wonder he could fling that Giant around before..."

"Yeah," Peslo agreed. No wonder his earlier sneak attack had been completely ineffective.

Doug, who had pioneered and systematized the Six Powers 22 years ago, was one of the Navy's strongest vice admirals. Most CP9 members had trained under him to master the Six Powers and were familiar with his fighting style—Figo before them was practically his clone!

"He's only 28, right? Nowhere near his prime," the Female CP9 added.

In the pirate world, a strong fighter's prime generally fell between 35 and 50. In other words, as long as Figo grew smoothly, a decade later, a position as one of the Navy's top combatants—an Admiral—was practically guaranteed! With his spotless record, Figo might even have a shot at Fleet Admiral!

The three CP9 fell silent.

Xiao's eyes were full of envy. They'd both been Captains in Impel Down, same rank, eight years ago—how had Figo left him so far behind?

The Nun, a human trafficker dangling from Peslo's grip, was equally astonished, but she wasn't worried. Did you really think that guy could beat Lord Chuck? Lord Chuck was far stronger than you imagined!

"What's happening?"

"We're going in the water, we're going in the water!"

Confused shouts came from the Giants on the other half of the warship. On the tilting deck, the cages holding them were sliding toward the sea.

"Save the Giants first! Get ashore!" Peslo signaled Xiao to open the Giants' cages, then leaped ashore with the other two companions.

Thud. The Nun was dropped on the shore, coughing a few times from the impact, but she didn't care. She craned her neck to watch the two fighters, who were moving farther and farther away.

The ground under Figo's relentless stomps and blows was pockmarked with craters. When the Nun looked up, she saw the Worry Demon's Spider Web Wall shattered by Figo again, sending him flying with a punch.

But the Nun wasn't worried.

Sure enough, as he flew backward through the air, the Worry Demon spread his hands and grabbed, countless threads shooting out, then merging into one as he clenched his fists together!

There it was, Lord Chuck's Super Strike Strangler Whip! Hundreds of threads fused into one, finally visible, about as thick as a tuft of hair, with cutting sharpness multiplied dozens of times. The Nun had seen Lord Chuck effortlessly slice a building into two smooth halves!

Choosing to take it head-on? Hmph, foolish!

"Two-Force Fist!" His two fists, blazing with roaring flames, collided with the thread whip in a thunderous impact. The shockwave spread like a slash's halo, snapping several boulders along the coast clean in half!

A few drops of blood dripped from Figo's fists to the ground, but with his monstrous physique, such minor wounds probably wouldn't affect his combat ability—and Lord Chuck's Super Strike Strangler Whip had actually snapped?

Boom! The Worry Demon was sent flying again!

But the Nun still wasn't worried.

Sure enough, as the Worry Demon recoiled backward, his hands danced like a conductor's, this time pulling out countless white threads that combined into massive white spiders.

Spider Attack Thread!

The giant spiders sprinted at incredible speed, surrounding Figo from all directions. When they closed in, they suddenly burst apart, unleashing a dense web of threads at close range, swallowing Figo into a white cocoon!

Beautiful! Seal him in, Lord Chuck!

Those white threads had a toughness no other threads possessed—nothing could cut them! The Nun had heard that Lord Chuck once used this move to seal two pirates with bounties over 100 million inside for ten days and ten nights. When he released them, the scene inside was unspeakable!

When people are starving, they'll do anything!

Starve him to death, Lord Chuck! First come kill these CP9 and rescue me!

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!

A drumming sound suddenly rang out from inside the white silk cocoon. Under the Nun's disbelieving gaze, fine cracks spread across its surface.

The Worry Demon kept wrapping new threads around it.

But he couldn't keep up with Figo's speed of destruction!

With a thunderous explosion, Figo crashed into the Worry Demon like a wild bull, sending him flying back with blood spewing from his mouth. At the same time, Figo's fingers twitched, and two threads sprang forth, stabbing toward the Worry Demon's eyes.

Nice, aiming for his vitals!

He missed, but the Nun remained calm.

Lord Worry Demon has already found this brute's weakness. No matter how tough his physique, can his vitals really withstand attacks?

The two combatants moved faster and faster, their clashes growing more frequent. The Worry Demon shifted his attacks from area-wide to pinpoint strikes, targeting Figo's vitals exclusively!

Thread Saw! Foot Shaving Thread! Spring Thread!

Until a certain moment, a vast expanse of threads spread out once more. The mud, sand, and stone on the ground all transformed into a sea of threads under the Worry Demon's power!

Here it comes! Lord Worry Demon's Devil Fruit has awakened, turning all non-living matter into a surging sea under his control. The sea churns and overturns, engulfing Figo like a small boat in a storm, on the verge of capsizing at any moment!

Is he about to finish him?

A flaming fist suddenly burst through the sea of threads, followed by specks of fire spreading across the white sea, burning it to ashes in an instant!

But the Nun remained calm.

Lord Worry Demon's attack isn't over yet.

The remaining white threads rose high, weaving a web centered on a point in the air, slicing inward from all directions like a birdcage at incredible speed!

Here it comes! Lord Worry Demon's 'Saint's Cutting Punishment,' said to cut through anything. In its awakened state, the threads' cutting power is ten times stronger!

Figo clenched his fists.

Booming explosions rang out without end.

Dust and white threads filled the air, and the Nun gradually lost sight of the battle's details. Suddenly, two enormous white wings spread open. The Worry Demon formed wings from threads and flapped them, taking flight!

Here it comes! Lord Worry Demon's Bird Thread, forming wings from threads for flight—perfect for travel and escape... Huh? Escape?

A figure shot past from behind, grabbing the Worry Demon's legs and slamming him hard into the ground! As the earth shook with a loud rumble, the Nun's expression slowly turned dazed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thunderous sound echoed for three minutes.

Then silence.

From the dust, Figo emerged, his body covered in cuts from the threads, half soaked in blood, dragging the Worry Demon, who had been beaten into a limp mess.

"Tough bastard. I'm getting hungry."

His aura was fierce, as if he could devour someone!

The Nun was panicking.

Is... is he going to eat me?

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