Crack!
As though something had shattered, Chinjao's massive body trembled in midair, his head locked against Xia Le's fist.
After roughly two or three breaths, Chinjao spat out a mouthful of blood and hurtled backward.
Rumble!
He smashed through more than a dozen buildings and tumbled three or four thousand meters across the ground before finally collapsing with a thud, motionless.
"Ch-Chief!"
The remaining sailors cried out.
Xia Le hovered in the air, arcs of electricity coiling around his fist.
He clenched it tightly and drew back his right hand.
"Chinjao, make your decision!"
Lying on the ground, Chinjao heard him and abruptly rolled over. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his clothes were torn in several places.
"Hah, hah, hah!"
He gasped for breath, his head ringing.
Then, instinctively, he reached up to feel his head.
That instant of collision had made him feel as though his head had exploded, vanishing from his neck.
But the moment his hand touched his head, his entire body shuddered.
"Wait, my head?!"
He sprang to his feet, overwhelming delight spreading across his face.
At that moment, even the pain throughout his body seemed to disappear.
Chinjao sprinted to a nearby lake and looked at his reflection.
"Hahahaha!"
"My cone is back!"
He burst out laughing.
The pirates who rushed over began jumping for joy as well, all celebrating for their boss.
Nearly all of Chinjao's greatest strength was concentrated in his conical head.
Years ago, Garp had punched his head flat, drastically reducing the power of his Cone Dragon Spike.
Now, after clashing with Xia Le, it had actually been punched back into shape.
After a while, Chinjao calmed down. As he recalled that last blow, his expression grew complicated.
"You win!"
"To think someone so young could possess