Evil Has No Way Out in This World

Gismonda moved. His tower-like body erupted with terrifying speed utterly disproportionate to his size, leaving only a ring of turbulent air where he had stood.

The muscles in his right arm bulged like coiling dragons. His massive fist tore through the air, carrying the will to smash everything as it shot straight for Adams's heart.

Before the fist arrived, the violent wind from it had already viciously torn the streak of silver hair before Adams's forehead backward.

Adams did not retreat. His feet rooted themselves into the shattered ground, and he lowered his stance before throwing out an equally ferocious punch.

There was no technique, only the unleashing of raw, savage power.

Boom—!!!

The instant their fists collided, time seemed to freeze for a frame. Then, a condensed milky-white ring-shaped shockwave exploded outward.

Like a devastating tsunami, it swept across the entire clearing with unstoppable force. Several young agents closest to them did not even have time to scream before they were sent flying, coughing blood like rag dolls struck by an invisible giant hand.

Crack! Crack-crack—!

With the two of them at the center, the ground collapsed and fractured madly like fragile thin ice. Spiderweb cracks instantly spread more than ten meters outward, and an enormous crater took shape amid the teeth-grinding groan of rock.

Dust filled the air. Adams slowly withdrew his fist. A deep red fist mark was clearly visible across his knuckles, and a crimson drop of blood slowly seeped from the peak of his fist before falling onto the rubble at his feet.

Gismonda's pupils suddenly shrank. More than anyone, he knew the power of that punch. It could leave a deep imprint in a thick iron plate, and if the steel were thinner, it could even punch straight through it.

Yet when it landed on his opponent, it had left behind only such a negligible mark.

"Is your justice really this weak?"

Adams's icy voice pierced through the drifting dust.

"Bastard, don't look down on me!"

Gismonda's roar was like the howl of a wounded beast. Battle intent and humiliation completely ignited his blood. His massive body instantly transformed into a blurred storm of slaughter.

Fists, elbows, knees, legs... every part of his body became a deadly weapon. He moved so fast that countless afterimages trailed behind him, accompanied by explosive booms that tore through the air. Together, they formed an impenetrable net of death that completely engulfed Adams.

Adams blocked clumsily. In Gismonda's eyes, his movements were riddled with openings, like the pathetic performance of a street thug.

He could only take the overwhelming majority of the savage attacks head-on with his body. Dull impacts rang out across him like heavy hammers beating drums.

Yet from beginning to end, beneath strikes terrifying enough to warp steel, Adams's body stood like a divine statue rooted in the earth. He did not move back even a single step.

The battlefield looked as though it had been trampled repeatedly by a berserk beast. The ground churned and shattered madly, while enormous cracks spread like spiderwebs.

Shattered rocks were swept up by the shockwaves and fired in every direction like cannonballs, forcing the young agents to scramble backward on all fours as terrified screams rose one after another.

Before the projection, Kalifa's delicate body trembled violently, her eyes behind her lenses filled with disbelief.

Kaku stared fixedly at the figure on the screen that kept enduring heavy blows without budging. For the first time, there was no trace of ease on his face.

Lucci's gaze was sharp as a blade, and deep in his pupils burned a heat that even he had not noticed.

Stussy watched that figure standing firm amid the storm-like assault. Light flickered violently in her eyes, growing brighter and brighter, firmer and firmer.

The more Gismonda fought, the more alarmed he became. At the start of the battle, the fighting skills of the silver-haired brat before him had still seemed laughably crude, like an infant who had only just learned to walk.

But strangely, every one of his opponent's clumsy blocks was undergoing subtle changes. It was as if he were a greedy sponge, absorbing the core essence of Gismonda's battle-hardened killing techniques at a speed that made one's scalp tingle.

I can't drag this out any longer!

Alarm bells rang wildly in Gismonda's heart. A chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. If this continued, this brat would only become more and more terrifying.

Gismonda suddenly darted backward. His massive body displayed unbelievable flexibility and explosive force.

The knotted muscles across his body instantly tensed to their limit. Veins bulged under his skin like enraged dragons as he drew back his right fist. Terrifying power gathered frantically, and a faint dark-red glow even appeared around his fist.

"Six Powers Secret Art: Rock-Breaking Cannon!"

Facing this strike, Adams abruptly sank downward, as though melting into the devastated, shattered ground beneath his feet.

The earth let out a dull, terrifying roar! Soil, rock, and severed tree roots surged upward madly, gathering and solidifying.

A colossal figure thirty meters tall rose from the ground. It was made of the most primitive, heaviest soil, rock, and twisted vegetation, rough and savage, radiating an ancient, primordial pressure.

Adams in giant form slowly raised an enormous palm and brought it down.

Boom!!!

The fist collided with the giant stone palm, producing an earth-shaking explosion as violent airwaves burst outward.

Gismonda's right arm, which contained terrifying power, began from the fist—skin, muscle, bone...

It was as though an invisible gigantic force were viciously tearing and twisting it apart from within. His skin cracked inch by inch, blood sprayed out like a fountain, and the dense sound of shattering bones made scalps go numb. His attack instantly collapsed.

The giant palm did not slow, carrying the dreadful force to crush everything. Like a collapsing mountain, it smashed viciously into Gismonda.

Pfft—!

Gismonda was like someone struck head-on by a battering ram. He sprayed out a mouthful of scorching blood, his burly body flying backward like a broken kite amid the chilling sound of bones breaking.

With a thunderous crash, he smashed through the sturdy lower wall of Banyan Tree Tower and embedded himself deep within the dust filling the tower, leaving behind only a human-shaped hole.

Rubble trickled down. Giant Adams bent over, lowering his huge head near the hole in the tower wall. His hollow stone eye sockets stared at the blood-soaked Gismonda inside.

"Any last words?"

Gismonda lay amid stone fragments, and every labored breath brought froth of blood from his mouth.

His unfocused pupils struggled to focus as he glared at the face above him, like a god looking down upon an ant. A rasping sound came from his throat as he used his last strength to howl, every word drenched in blood.

"Justice... will prevail... Evil... has no... way out in this world!!"

Adams did not respond. The giant arms of stone slowly rose, like two moving mountains. Under Gismonda's desperate gaze, they came crashing together with the resolve to crush everything.

Boom—!!!!

The deafening crash was like the collapse of the world. The sturdy levels of Banyan Tree Tower were instantly squeezed apart and crushed as though they were made of paper.

Rubble, wood splinters, and dust mixed with blinding crimson, violently spraying from the gaps between the closing giant palms like a fountain.

When the giant palms of stone and soil slowly separated, all that remained between them was a blurred, sticky mass of crimson flesh, no longer recognizable in shape.

A suffocating silence once again drowned the clearing.

The wind, breathing, heartbeats... every sound had been completely drained away and crushed by that devastating scene.

The young agents seemed to have been struck by the most vicious petrification spell. They stood frozen in place, their eyes bulging from their sockets in terror, all color drained from their faces. Only utter bewilderment and bone-deep fear remained.

Before the projection, there was the same oppressive silence. The blinding patch of crimson on the screen seemed to have frozen time itself.

Within that madness-inducing silence, a figure moved.

Stussy gently brushed aside a young agent standing rigidly before her like a statue. Her movements were as elegant as if she were weaving through a crowd at a ball.

Her slender heels stepped upon the ground littered with rubble and bloodstains, producing crisp, cold taps that were exceptionally piercing in the silence.

She walked straight to the giant's feet and stopped. Facing that enormous head, she gave an extremely slight yet utterly clear nod.

The giant began to collapse. Huge chunks of rock and soil peeled away and fell apart like a melting iceberg, returning to the earth.

Dust once again filled the air. When it finally settled, Adams's figure reappeared.

He glanced at Stussy as she approached, his voice returning to its usual icy clarity.

"Wait a moment."

After saying that, Adams stepped toward the massive circular Arena at the edge of the clearing. He extended his right hand, aiming from afar at the Arena and the vast stretch of land beneath it.

A vast ripple spread outward from him.

The circular Arena, along with the solid rocky foundation supporting it, let out a deep rumble. The enormous mass of rock slowly broke free from its connection to the island, soil falling from its edges as the entire colossal structure defied all reason and floated into the air beneath countless blank stares.

Next came the clearing before the forest, where the brutal battle had just taken place.

Then came the dense forest at the edge of the clearing! Trees, shrubs, the birds and beasts living within it, even Den Den Mushi hiding in the gaps between roots with dirt-covered shells—all of them, along with the earth they were rooted in, were forcibly lifted by this power.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces... It was as though a god were playing with a puzzle. Adams steadily waved his arm, and with every motion, a large expanse of Guanhao Island's land, forest, or buildings was forcibly torn away, lifted, and suspended in midair.

The island was mercilessly dismembered and divided into enormous chunks of varying sizes, like scattered building blocks.

The island's facilities were well-developed, so it was worth taking with him. However, with Adams's current level of Fruit mastery, he could not make the entire island float at once. He could only use this roundabout method, piece by piece.

When the final forest area at the edge left the ground with a low rumble and rose into the sky, the main body of Guanhao Island had been completely broken down into dozens of gigantic landmasses floating low in the air.

Below, only jagged fractured coastlines and seawater rushing in remained. The water roared desperately as it swallowed the young agents, who had yet to recover from their shock.

After finishing all this, Adams, drenched in sweat and exhausted from overexertion, turned to look at Stussy, who had been quietly waiting all along. He extended an arm and, with an unquestionable motion, pulled her slender body into his embrace.

At the strong smell of sweat, Stussy's body seemed to stiffen for an instant before relaxing again.

A faint but genuine blush quietly crept across her fair cheeks.

Adams moved with a thought.

Hum—!

The enormous floating landmass beneath their feet, along with every suspended island fragment around them, began to rise steadily and irresistibly.

They formed a vast, bizarre floating archipelago, tearing through the clouds and ascending ever higher toward the boundless sky.

TO BE CONTINUED