The Nun Didn't Panic

How strong could a human body possibly get in the world of pirates?

Kaido, who couldn't be killed? Big Mom, with her Iron Balloon? Whitebeard, who could sink half an island even with half his face gone? Even Akainu, whose build was close to that of an ordinary man, could take the Tremor-Tremor Fruit head-on and only spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, without suffering any serious injuries!

Figo used to think that a physique of 1,000 would let him reach the heavens. But after his physique surpassed 10,000, he still wasn't satisfied—not when he could feel a higher sky and a more powerful future waiting for him.

Higher, faster, stronger!

BOOM!!

Like a volcano erupting, Figo stomped through the intact planks beneath his feet. The medium-sized warship finally couldn't take any more punishment and snapped in half!

Waves came surging up.

The Worry Demon, standing on the rail, didn't need to worry about the seawater for the moment. First, he had to deal with Figo's attack! A figure flashed in front of him. Figo, water droplets clinging to him, appeared as if by teleportation and threw a punch!

"Five-Color Net!"

The Worry Demon spread his fingers, and the web of threads that had first blocked Figo's slash appeared again. But as Figo swung his fist, it didn't just carry Armament Haki—friction with the air made it blaze with scorching light, flames roaring around it!

"One-Force Fire Fist!"

CLANG!

The web melted through in an instant!

"This guy..."

The Worry Demon finally showed a hint of alarm. He crossed his arms and coated them in Armament Haki to defend himself, but when the collision rang out, he still couldn't stop the bitter taste rising in his mouth. He shot through the shockwave like a cannonball and crashed toward the sea. Hastily hooking a thread, he launched himself toward shore, where he landed and rolled, awkwardly bleeding off his momentum.

Then Figo plunged into the sea, only to spring and twist through the water like a swordfish. In an instant, he shot onto shore and charged straight at the Worry Demon!

The warship had snapped in two after being battered first by the Worry Demon and then by Figo. The section near the middle was sinking beneath the water, and the three CP9 agents and Xiao were struggling to keep their balance, each wearing a stunned expression.

"I—I almost thought I was looking at Vice Admiral Doug..." Little Tiger stammered. "He's a monster. No wonder he could throw a Giant flying earlier..."

"Yeah," Peslo agreed. No wonder his earlier sneak attack had done nothing.

Twenty-two years ago, Doug had pioneered and organized the Six Powers. He was one of the strongest Vice Admirals in the Navy. Most CP9 agents had trained under him to master the Six Powers, so they knew his fighting style. The Figo before them was almost his spitting image!

"He's only twenty-eight, right? He's still nowhere near his prime," the Female CP9 added.

The strongest in the pirate world usually reached their prime between thirty-five and fifty. In other words, as long as Figo's growth went smoothly, he was practically guaranteed a place among the Navy's top fighters—the Admirals—ten years from now! With his impeccable Navy credentials, Figo might even become Fleet Admiral!

The three CP9 agents fell silent.

Xiao's eyes were full of envy. They'd both been Captains in Impel Down at the same time, and both held the rank of Lieutenant. How had Figo left him so far behind in just eight years?

The Nun, the slave trader Peslo was holding, was also astonished, but she wasn't worried. Did they really think that man could beat Lord Chuck? Lord Chuck was much stronger than they imagined!

"What's going on?"

"We're going to fall into the sea!"

Confused shouts rose from the other half of the warship. The prison holding the Giants was sliding toward the sea along the tilting deck.

"Get the Giants out first! Head to shore!" Peslo motioned for Xiao to open their prison, then leaped ashore with the other two agents.

She was tossed onto the shore with a thud and coughed a few times from the impact, but the Nun didn't care. She craned her neck, trying to watch the two fighters as they battled farther and farther away.

Figo's stomps and blows, delivered with all his might, left the ground pitted and broken. When the Nun looked up, she saw the Worry Demon's Spider Web Wall get smashed apart by Figo, who sent him flying with a punch.

But the Nun wasn't worried.

Sure enough, even as the Worry Demon flew backward through the air, he spread his hands and grabbed at the space around him. Countless threads shot out, then drew together into one when he clenched both hands tight.

There it was—the Worry Demon's Super Strike Strangler Whip! Hundreds of threads had fused into one, now just about as thick as a lock of hair. Its cutting power had increased dozens of times over. The Nun had once seen the Worry Demon slice a whole building cleanly in two with ease!

Trying to take that head-on? Hmph, foolish!

"Two-Force Fire Fist!" Two fists wreathed in roaring flames smashed into the thread whip. The shockwave spread like the halo of a slash, cleaving several boulders along the coast in half!

A few drops of blood fell from Figo's fists, but with his incredible physique, such minor injuries probably wouldn't affect his fighting strength. And the Worry Demon's Super Strike Strangler Whip had actually snapped?

THUD! The Worry Demon was sent flying again!

But the Nun still wasn't worried.

Sure enough, as the Worry Demon shot backward, his hands moved like a conductor's, this time pulling out countless white threads that wove together into enormous white spiders.

Spider Attack Thread!

The giant spiders raced swiftly, surrounding Figo from every direction. As they drew close, they suddenly burst apart. Dense threads erupted at close range, swallowing Figo and turning into a white cocoon around him!

Beautiful! Hold him there, Lord Chuck!

Those white threads were tougher than any others. Nothing could cut them! They said Lord Chuck had once used this move to trap two Great Pirates with bounties over a hundred million for ten days and nights. When he finally opened it, what was inside was too horrible to look at!

When people got hungry enough, they'd do anything!

Keep him trapped, Lord Chuck! Come kill these CP9 agents first and get me out!

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

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

The Worry Demon kept wrapping fresh threads around it.

But he still couldn't keep up with the speed at which Figo was tearing it apart!

With a thunderous crack, Figo burst out and slammed into the Worry Demon like a charging bull, sending him flying and vomiting blood. At the same time, Figo flicked his fingers, and two threads shot toward his eyes!

Beautiful! Go for his weak point!

He missed, but the Nun wasn't worried.

Lord Chuck had already found the brute's weakness. No matter how tough his body was, surely even he couldn't take a hit to a vital point?

The two fighters moved faster and faster, their clashes growing more frequent. The Worry Demon shifted from wide-ranging attacks to precise ones, aiming directly for Figo's vital points!

Thread Saw! Foot Shaving Thread! Spring Thread!

Then, at a certain moment, the threads spread out over a vast area once more. The soil, stones, and sand on the ground all transformed into a sea of threads under the Worry Demon's power!

Here it came! Lord Chuck had awakened his Devil Fruit and could turn any non-living thing into a raging sea under his control. The waves surged and rolled, with Figo caught in their midst like a tiny boat in a storm, liable to capsize at any moment!

Was this going to finish him?

A flaming fist suddenly burst out of the sea of threads. Right behind it, sparks spread across the pristine white waves, burning them away in an instant!

But the Nun still wasn't worried.

Lord Chuck's attacks weren't over yet.

The remaining white threads rose high into the air and wove together at a single point. From every direction, they sliced inward like a Birdcage, moving at incredible speed!

Here it came! Lord Chuck's Saint's Cutting Punishment, said to cut through anything. In his awakened state, the threads were ten times more powerful!

Figo clenched both fists.

BOOM! BOOM! The crashes rang out without pause.

Dust and white threads filled the air, and the Nun could no longer make out the details of the fight. Suddenly, a pair of enormous white wings spread wide. The Worry Demon had woven them from threads and beat them as he took flight!

Here it came! Lord Chuck's Bird Thread. By weaving threads into wings, he could fly, making it the perfect way to travel or escape... Huh? Escape?

A figure caught up from behind and seized the Worry Demon by the legs, smashing him down onto the ground! As the earth shook with a thunderous crash, the Nun's expression slowly turned vacant.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The thunderous noises echoed for three minutes.

Then they stopped.

Through the dust, Figo emerged, his body covered in cuts from the threads and half drenched in blood. He dragged the Worry Demon, who had gone limp as a rag, behind him.

"You're tough. I'm starving now."

He looked savage, as if he were ready to devour someone alive!

The Nun was scared out of her mind.

I-is he going to eat me?