Buggy hadn't been exaggerating when he said it felt incredibly satisfying.
Old Boar was truly a tank.
Across the entire Great Sea, there were only a few who could withstand attacks from Akainu, renowned for his devastating power, and survive multiple Kami-bashi from me, the Joker.
Kaido might count as half of one. Old Boar was the whole thing.
He had fully inherited the wild boar's natural place as a thick-skinned, tough-as-nails beast.
What made him even harder to deal with was that, like Saturn and the Sand Worm, Old Boar had a quality that made him almost impossible to kill.
It was somewhat similar to the Devil Buggy had devoured.
The Nine-Tailed Fox walked into the room and found it in utter disarray. The only intact Visual Den Den Mushi cast a pitch-black image from its eyes.
Old Boar lay sprawled on all fours, each leg pinned down by a Seastone knife. Scalding magma had been forced into the wounds on his body; the moment new flesh appeared, it was melted away.
The black flames beside him had dwindled.
Akainu sat on Old Boar's back, deliberately leaving one wound open. Whenever fresh flesh grew over it, he scraped it off with his finger.
He roasted it in his palm for a while. Grease sizzled, and the aroma of meat soon filled the air.
Now that was fresh!
Akainu could never have come up with a move like this on his own. That was the Joker's suggestion. It would've been even better with some chili powder and white rice!
Every time he scraped off a slice, Old Boar gave a muffled grunt beneath him, his eyes filled with exhaustion and despair.
Old Boar's assessment of himself hadn't been wrong.
With the overwhelming Conqueror's Haki that could match the Joker's, and