Gin Shows His Might

Seeing this, Mr. 1 inwardly cried that things were bad and immediately warned, "Watch out!"

When Ener appeared again, he was already standing beside Mr. 3.

"Hmm?"

Mr. 3 had noticed Ener as well. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he even began to tremble.

"Candle Ball!"

Mr. 3's reaction had to be said to be swift. He transformed wax into a sphere that wrapped around him for protection.

"Whew..."

He could not help but sigh in relief as he thought, What kind of luck is this? With so many people here, why did he have to target me?

"Swish..."

At the same time, the Sandai Kitetsu in Ener's hand was instantly drawn. As a Master Swordsman, he could identify the flaw in the Candle Ball at a glance.

Just as he could sense the flaw in iron and thus cut iron.

Sandai Kitetsu traced a graceful arc through the air and sliced the Candle Ball straight open.

Then, after the Candle Ball was cut apart, its upper half slowly slid down and crashed onto the ground.

"Hiss..."

Mr. 3 sucked in a breath, a chill shooting from his tailbone straight to his scalp. Even his hair nearly stood on end!

In that instant, cold sweat had already soaked his back...

Because that strike had just grazed past his face.

It was as though his Candle Ball had been made of paper, sliced straight apart... One had to know that the wax he made was as hard as iron!

How could it have been cut so easily?

Most importantly, if that blade had gone even a little lower, his head would have been split apart just like the Candle Ball.

This was the closest he had ever come to death.

"You're courting death..."

Mr. 1 was enraged. Ener had bypassed him and attacked Mr. 3 directly. It was simply an insult.

He was the strongest person here.

Ener's opponent should have been him.

"Atomic Spurt!"

He took a deep breath and focused. The power of his Devil Fruit instantly surged from within him. Then, an astonishing sight unfolded—his feet began to transform, turning into incomparably sharp blades as if by magic! The blades gleamed with a cold light, as though they could effortlessly slice through anything.

Once the transformation was complete, he shot forward like an arrow leaving the bow, charging ahead at lightning speed. His figure was as fast as lightning, leaving behind only a blurry afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived before Ener, every movement smooth and without the slightest hesitation.

At the same time, his hands underwent a strange transformation as well. His palms and fingers rapidly turned into sharp blades, thin as cicada wings yet exceptionally hard, exuding a deadly aura. With a sweep of his arm, those blades pierced straight toward Ener with a fierce howl of wind.

Faced with such a swift and vicious attack, an ordinary person would likely have had no time to react. Once struck, the consequences would be unimaginable. It would not be a mere puncture wound—they could very well be cut into several pieces on the spot!

"Shave..."

At that moment, Gin vanished from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Miss Goldenweek.

Miss Goldenweek's entire body stiffened, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

"Gulp..."

She instinctively swallowed.

"This is bad..."

Mr. 3's expression changed dramatically.

The corners of Ener's lips curled up in a sly smile. His attack that had appeared to target Mr. 3 just now had actually been nothing more than a carefully planned feint.

The reason was simple: Mr. 3 and Miss Goldenweek had worked together for a long time and had developed exceptional coordination. This understanding made their cooperation in battle seamless.

Mr. 3 was constantly watching Miss Goldenweek's every move because he knew her weakness. If Ener had rashly launched a direct attack on Miss Goldenweek, then given the distance between Mr. 3 and Miss Goldenweek, as well as Mr. 3's strength, coming to her aid in time would have been effortless.

That way, not only would he fail to take down Miss Goldenweek, but he might even end up caught in a pincer attack.

Just like now, once Mr. 1 realized what was happening, he would rush to provide support immediately.

After careful consideration, Ener decided to use a feint. This would draw everyone's attention while leaving Mr. 3 too occupied dealing with his attack to spare any attention for Miss Goldenweek.

Without Mr. 3's protection, Miss Goldenweek was like a lamb waiting for slaughter.

After all, her strength lay in her powerful control abilities. But her physical combat skills were terribly weak. Once an opening was seized, with Gin's strength, she would likely already be down beneath his tonfa hammer before she could react.

"This is bad..." Mr. 1 and Mr. 3 came to their senses as if waking from a dream, but it was already too late. Like them, everyone else had been utterly fixated on Ener, completely overlooking Miss Goldenweek.

With a loud bang, Gin swung his hammer down, and the heavy blow smashed fiercely into Miss Goldenweek. Her eyes instantly became unfocused, as though she had lost consciousness, and her body went limp as she collapsed.

Almost at the same time, Sandai Kitetsu flashed forward in Ener's hand, precisely blocking Mr. 1's sudden attack. In an instant, a shockingly powerful recoil traveled along the blade. Ener's body merely swayed, and he quickly regained his footing.

By contrast, Mr. 1 staggered backward under the impact of that tremendous force, retreating three full steps before barely managing to steady himself.

The difference in strength was immediately clear.

"Miss Goldenweek..." Mr. 3 cried out.

"Candle Sculpture: Sword!"

The originally soft wax rapidly solidified, forming an enormous, incomparably hard sword in the blink of an eye. The sword glinted with a frigid light, as though it contained endless power and majesty.

In the original story, Mr. 3 had once used this move to nail the powerful Brogy's hand firmly to the ground. This alone showed that the move's power was not to be underestimated.

However, Mr. 3's target at this moment was not Brogy, but Gin!

Facing such a formidable enemy, Gin showed no fear whatsoever. He took a deep breath, tensed every muscle in his body, then abruptly began spinning in place.

Like a top spinning at high speed, he grew faster and faster, ultimately completing a full 360-degree rotation! The instant he stopped spinning, Gin used that powerful rotational force to smash the tonfa hammer in his hand fiercely into the great sword Mr. 3 had sent at him with thunderous force.