One Man Destroys a Nation!?

"W-what kind of ability is this..."

Gion's partner stared blankly at the cannonballs slowly reversing direction high above, his speech stuttering.

"The ability to... manipulate metal?"

Gion's expression was equally stunned.

Beside them, Momonga crossed his arms and chuckled, lighting a cigarette.

That guy Darren... his ability to manipulate magnetic fields is becoming more and more precise.

In the distance, Aboard the Saint Germain, Vinsmoke Judge watched this oppressive scene with pupils trembling violently, his teeth gritting in frustration.

However, the words Darren spoke next ignited the fury in his heart once more.

This Navy brat... what a massive ego!!

Does he truly believe that with the power of a single Devil Fruit, he can stand against the "Evil Army" of the Germa Kingdom?

"Don't joke around!! If I can't even deal with a brat like you, how can Germa 66 ever hope to dominate the North Blue!?"

Vinsmoke Judge roared with bloodshot eyes:

"All units, attack!! Ram them!! Smash their warship to pieces!!"

As the command fell, the Germa fleet surged into action once more. Dragged by the giant snails, they pushed their engines to the limit, accelerating madly toward the warship where Darren stood.

Darren did not speak.

He slowly raised his hand again.

His movement was so deliberate, appearing incredibly awkward compared to the dozens of Germa 66 warships roaring across the sea and churning up violent waves in their charge.

Even the tens of thousands of people from the Yadis Kingdom on the coastline could clearly see his gesture.

His long, powerful fingers stretched out gently in mid-air.

Then, He clenched his fist!

The next second, Hummmmmmm...

A violent, piercing sonic boom erupted.

Everyone widened their eyes.

They saw the dense swarm of cannonballs that had been blotting out the sky suddenly tremble violently.

An invisible storm seemed to manifest in the void.

Then, the whistling roar of air being torn apart rose up.

The curtain of cannonballs suspended in the sky, A web of death capable of easily leveling half a mountain, Followed the North Blue Admiral's gesture and shot back toward the Germa 66 fleet at twice the speed of their initial descent.

Vinsmoke Judge's pupils instantly filled with blood.

BOOM!!

The torrential rain of cannonballs crashed madly into the war fortress constructed by the dozens of ships.

Earth-shattering explosions bloomed one after another across the land of the Germa Kingdom, sending fire-red mushroom clouds rising into the sky.

Under such intense bombardment, the clone soldiers had no time to react, only able to watch helplessly as their cutting-edge technological weapons exploded beside them, before being mercilessly swallowed and engulfed by flames and shockwaves.

Raging fire soared into the sky, and the island-like Germa Kingdom trembled under the carpet bombing.

The massive explosions sent horizontal shockwaves rippling out across the sea in every direction, whipping up towering waves.

Thick black smoke billowed into the sky, and the tremors and wind from afar left the soldiers of the Yadis Kingdom on the coastline drained of all color.

On the warship, which rocked unsteadily due to the storm, all the Navy personnel—including Gion and her partner—clung tightly to masts and fixtures to avoid being thrown overboard.

Gion and her partner couldn't help but look toward the figure on the bow, who stood as immovable as a reef amidst the storm.

Silhouetted against the sky-high explosions of the Germa Kingdom in the distance, The North Blue Admiral puffed on his cigar, a familiar, composed smile still hanging on his lips.

The large, snow-white cape behind him, illuminated by the firelight, looked as piercing as blood.

In a daze, They finally realized, That the reason Darren was able to govern the chaotic waters of the North Blue so thoroughly and orderly, aside from his strong and sophisticated political maneuvering, Was, most importantly, his strength—a strength as monstrous as this!

A power strong enough to easily wipe out a nation single-handedly!!

The relentless explosions continued for a full minute before slowly coming to an end.

Once the cold sea breeze dispersed the thick smoke, everyone finally caught sight of the miserable state of the Germa Kingdom, composed of dozens of warships, and collectively gasped in shock.

The ground was scorched, littered everywhere with the embers of flames and craters of varying depths.

Towering, formidable gun emplacements and fortresses had collapsed, reduced to charred ruins.

The ruins were strewn with the bodies of clone soldiers, many of whom had been blown to pieces, leaving behind only blurred, mangled limbs.

On the main flagship, Saint Germain, the "Cross Falcon" flag hanging from the highest point gradually turned to ash amidst the flames.

--More than half of the Germa Kingdom had been razed to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

At this moment, a series of violent coughs suddenly rang out from somewhere within the ruins.

"Damn Marine brat... how dare you..."

As charred rock walls and rubble shook off, the figure of Vinsmoke Judge struggled to stand up from the ruins.

At this moment, he no longer possessed his initial arrogance; his body was covered in blood and filth, and he looked utterly wretched.

The cape branded with the "66" emblem behind him unfurled from his body as if it were a living thing.

"It seems you have already developed the first generation of Raid Suits..."

Darren raised his eyebrows, murmuring with great interest.

The Raid Suits of Germa 66 were high-tech products manufactured by Vinsmoke Judge.

These powerful combat suits were made of specially crafted shape-memory armor, making them extremely durable.

The cape served as a "shield," capable of resisting even flames.

It was precisely the defensive properties of the cape that had helped him block the impact of the explosions.

"In that case... let me test the power of this Raid Suit..."

Darren whispered softly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

He turned his head and spoke to the Marines.

"Hold on tight."

Gion and Gion's partner were stunned.

But before they could react, they saw the other Marines, including Momonga, tightly gripping the railings on the ship's hull.

Without time to think, they followed suit and grabbed onto the fixtures of the warship.

Then, Darren took a deep breath.

Hiss!

With that single breath, the cigar he was biting into burned down by a visible chunk.

The Marine Captain stared down the Saint Germain a hundred meters away with a disdainful gaze.

His knees bent slightly, His body sank, His cape billowed wildly behind him, His muscles tensed, compressing like a spring, His posture was like a cheetah ready to pounce!

"Hey, hey, hey... no way..." Gion's partner seemed to have guessed something, his eye twitching uncontrollably.

As if to confirm his suspicion, Darren, with his entire body taut and lowered, curled the corners of his mouth, And exerted force with his body, which had been compressed to the limit like a spring!

BOOM!!

A dull, thunderous sound erupted from the hull of the warship; Gion's partner and Gion felt as if the world before them had suddenly turned upside down, a terrifying centrifugal force surging forth that nearly threw their bodies into the air.

The entire massive warship was actually tilted by this single stomp from Darren.

The bow of the ship plunged into the sea, the stern rose high into the air, and the deck tilted at an angle of nearly 45 degrees!

BANG!!

Darren's feet erupted with incomparable force, and the massive, tilted warship was shoved several meters sideways!

Utilizing this recoil, Darren's figure shot out from the bow like an arrow released from a bowstring, breaking the sound barrier in an instant and causing the air to explode with a sharp sonic boom.

His figure whistled parallel to the sea surface, his speed so great... that the air waves he carried even plowed a long, white furrow into the sea.

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