Instant Kill! Vaporizing an Entire Ship with One Move

"Enough."

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Kahn kicked the dagger away.

The dagger turned into a cold streak of light, grazing Bluejam's scalp before embedding itself in the mast behind him.

It sank deep into the wood.

Bluejam dropped onto the deck in terror, his crotch instantly soaked.

"Watch yourself next time."

Kahn lowered his foot.

He looked at the two fierce men kneeling on the ground.

In fact, he had subdued these two two years ago.

Back then, the two fools had come to East Blue to lie low and make some money while they were at it.

And of all the ships they could have robbed, they had targeted one of Kahn's transport ships.

In that battle.

Kahn had not even used his hands.

He had simply glared at them and cut their ship in half.

From then on, the two had become Eclipse's most loyal dogs.

"Get up."

Kahn waved a hand.

"Now that class is over, it's time to settle the bill."

Garino and Salome rose to their feet as though they had been pardoned, scrambling up and respectfully taking their places behind Kahn.

Like two highly competent bodyguards.

Kahn turned around.

His gaze crossed several hundred meters of sea and landed on the pirate ship.

It landed on Bluejam, who had already collapsed in terror.

"Hey."

"You fat peacock in the ridiculous clothes."

Kahn crooked a finger.

"Who did you say you were going to twist the head off just now?"

Bluejam trembled.

He wanted to run.

But he found that his legs no longer obeyed him.

"M-Misunderstanding!"

Bluejam forced out a smile uglier than crying.

"Those nobles made me do it!"

"I... I can give you money! I have money! I'll give you all of it!"

"Money?"

Kahn smiled.

His smile was brilliant.

But in Bluejam's eyes, it was the smile of a demon.

"Isn't your money already my money?"

"Once you're dead."

"Every single Beli on this ship will be mine."

Kahn raised a hand.

Golden light gathered in his palm.

It was not Haki.

Nor was it a Devil Fruit power.

It was pure, violent, high-temperature energy from a star.

"Since you all like playing with fire so much."

"Then let me show you."

"What a real... Sun is."

Boom!

A golden pillar of light erupted from Kahn's hand.

It crossed several hundred meters of ocean.

In an instant, it swallowed Bluejam and his pirate ship.

There was no explosion.

Because under that horrifying heat, wood, steel, and even that unlucky fat man—

Were directly vaporized.

Not even ashes remained.

All that was left on the sea was a huge, still-boiling hollow.

And steam rising into the sky.

One strike.

Instant kill.

Ace, Sabo, and Luffy.

The three brothers gaped at the vanished pirate ship.

Their jaws nearly hit the ground.

This was Big Bro's strength?

This was... the target they wanted to catch up to?

Wasn't this way too unfair?!

"All right."

Kahn clapped his hands as if he had just done something trivial.

He turned around.

He looked at the three brats, who had been so devastated they were questioning their lives.

"That's it for today's class."

"Go back and write a self-criticism."

"The title will be: Why I Am Just a Little Brother in Front of Big Bro."

"Ten thousand words each."

"One word short, and tomorrow's Sun will be your end."

With that.

Kahn put both hands into his pockets.

He led the two meek great pirates.

And swaggered toward the depths of the forest.

The sun was setting.

It stretched his shadow longer and longer.

Like an insurmountable mountain.

It pressed down on the three brothers until they could barely breathe.

Yet it was also that mountain.

That blocked all wind and rain.

The sea breeze blew along the coast of the Goa Kingdom and into Gray Terminal.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of scorched matter and the salty stink of boiled seawater.

Not even a fingernail-sized piece of wood remained from the magnificent pirate ship that had been moored in the bay.

That fat man Bluejam seemed as though he had never existed in this world at all.

Seawater poured back into the huge hollow created by the extreme heat.

It gave off a deafening roar.

The great fire on Trash Mountain had been extinguished by that terrifying pressure before it could even begin.

Dead silence.

Only the sound of waves crashing against the reefs remained throughout the ruins.

Luffy was the first to climb to his feet.

He wiped the blood from his cheek.

The wound was still seeping blood.

But he did not care at all.

He ran to the edge of the cliff and stuck his head out to stare at the boiling seawater below.

His eyes were as wide as two brass bells.

His mouth hung open wide enough to fit a watermelon inside.

"That was so cool!"

Luffy suddenly shouted.

He waved his uninjured arm and hopped around on the spot.

"What was that beam Big Bro shot out of his hand just now?"

"It was ten thousand times stronger than that fire oil stuff!"

"I want to learn that move too!"

"If I learn it, can I cook the Lord of the Coast right in the sea?"

"Then I won't even have to waste time starting a fire!"

Luffy's train of thought always revolved around food and fun.

He had long forgotten the dagger that had nearly slit his throat.

His rubber body could take a beating.

But the chill from that dagger had truly pierced his skin.

If Ace had not shouted when he did.

He would not even have had the chance to yell that he was hungry.

Ace smacked Luffy on the back of the head.

He could barely stand steadily now.

The strange power he had unleashed earlier had drained all his strength.

He slumped onto the ground, which was covered in oil stains and black ash.

He panted heavily.

His chest heaved violently.

"Idiot."

"Do you think that was some kind of circus trick?"

Ace gritted his teeth.

His fist slammed heavily into a sheet of scrap metal beside him.

The metal gave a dull clang.

Even when the rusted sheet cut open the back of his hand, he showed no reaction.

His mind was filled with the black fist thrown by the giant named Garino earlier.

It had been an utterly unreasonable crushing defeat.

The black substance coating that fist had been as hard as a mountain.

And there was also Kahn's casually delivered mockery.

It was no different from a dog's bark.

Ace's pride had been pressed into the mud and ground against it again and again by those words.

For the past three years, they had been beaten every day on Mount Colubo.

He had thought he was already used to being utterly crushed by Kahn.

He had thought the gap between himself and that monster was shrinking bit by bit.

But today, he realized how ridiculously wrong he had been.

When Kahn fought them before, it had not even counted as a warm-up.

He probably found even playing house with them boring.

Any two dogs he casually pulled from under his command were great pirates with bounties exceeding one hundred million.

And they were the kind of ruthless killers who did not blink while murdering people in the New World.