The Press-Press Fruit's Ability-Bypassing Mechanism

Boom!

A deafening explosion came from the direction of the shore. Flames shot into the sky, instantly lighting up the night and bathing half the island in orange-red.

Moria abruptly halted his escape. He stared toward the shore in disbelief, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints—he saw the pirate ship he had arrived on, now transformed into a massive fireball and burning fiercely.

Above the clouds, on the deck of the Herman Revenge, Stella licked her lips, breathed out a tiny flame, and pressed her hands together in prayer for Dawn.

Aside from Lucci, who still wore his eternal poker face, and Lafitte, who held a faint smile, everyone else looked worried.

On the ground, Moria slowly turned around and fixed his gaze on Dawn, who was strolling out of the forest at an unhurried pace. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a vicious ghost.

"Brat, if you wanted to anger me... you succeeded!"

That ship was not only his hope of making a comeback; it was also the result of more than two years of hard work. Now, everything had turned to ashes in the flames. His killing intent toward Dawn had become almost tangible.

"Stay here obediently and settle this with me, Moria."

With a thought from Dawn, countless broken stones and shattered tree trunks from the earlier battle rose into the air as though they had lost all weight. Then, like raindrops drawn by an invisible force field, they shot toward Moria in a dense barrage, shrieking through the air.

"This kind of harmless attack won't work on me."

Moria roared and swung his long blade repeatedly, unleashing several solid flying slashes that shredded every incoming stone and splintered log into fragments and dust. Then he stomped down. The ground collapsed with a boom, and his