Crack!
At this moment, Caesar should have been grateful that Frankenstein had been designed with a petite build and a shorter reach. Otherwise, that hammer would not have struck his abdomen—it would have struck his head.
A blunt weapon hitting the head was undoubtedly highly lethal. Even in this world, where everyone had unusually high endurance, it could easily lead to irreversible consequences.
If you did not possess a body fated to be made of rubber, surviving such a blow would undoubtedly be extremely difficult.
Kin'emon might be worth trying, though. After all, that creature's miraculous physique allowed him to take Kaido's Thunder Bagua directly to the head without dying after training twenty years less, then get back up after lying down for a while.
That last hammer blow had broken an unknown number of Caesar's ribs.
If the pressure field generated by Frankenstein's warhammer had not disappeared after Caesar was sent flying, allowing him to turn into gas again, he would have been in even worse shape now.
"This isn't right. That's not Seastone. What the hell is that hammer? Did that guy make another monster?"
Caesar's fundamentals were sound. When the hammer struck his body, he had not felt weak, so it was obvious that it was not Seastone's effect. Unfortunately, he did not know how far Oran's research had progressed, and the pain in his abdomen was becoming unbearable.
Even if he turned into gas again after being injured, the damage inflicted beforehand would not disappear. And now, Caesar faced an even more fatal problem.
"You said you were going to break me?"
The spherical warhammer crackling with electricity hovered before Caesar's face. That previous blow had knocked him out of the Void World he had created. If he turned into gas now, his body would be