Blackbeard turned his head numbly, only to find an empty shoulder. One of his arms was gone.
Now transformed into a Behemoth, he looked utterly ferocious, yet at that moment his expression was blank, filled with disbelief.
"I might not be bald, but my fists are just as hard!" Smoke rose from Rogge's fist. His movement had been so fast that friction against the air had made it smoke.
"How is that possible..." Blackbeard stared at Rogge, wide-eyed. He possessed an unprecedented three Devil Fruit powers, yet Rogge had still punched his arm clean off?
"Having more fruit powers doesn't mean anything. I used to think fruit powers were incredible, that having one could put you beyond ordinary people. Later, I realized that fruit powers aren't everything. They're just another tool at best. If you want to get stronger, you still have to keep improving yourself instead of relying on fruit powers. After all, Devil Fruits have weaknesses and counters too."
Rogge walked up to Blackbeard. Facing an opponent several times his size, he raised his fist again.
"No!!!" Blackbeard screamed.
Bam!
The darkness receded. Rogge blew Blackbeard's head apart with one punch, then grabbed his corpse and hurled it onto the Ark.
Thud!
Blackbeard's corpse landed on the Ark. Ham and the others brought out several bags of fruit and emptied them over him, burying his body beneath the fruit.
"Two!" Everyone grew excited when they saw the fruit change.
They didn't have the Dark-Dark Fruit, so the fruits' rebirth came down to probability. The fruit they were using had been specially cultivated with SAD potion. It was similar enough to Devil Fruits to attract their powers and serve as hosts.
That meant success wasn't guaranteed. Their chances were roughly fifty percent, so they were naturally delighted to recover