No. 329: Old Man, I'll Send You Down to See Whitebeard

"Today, I'll teach you a lesson: Devil Fruit abilities aren't everything!!"

Atlas remained utterly calm, paying no attention to World's expression.

The More-More Fruit was powerful, but it required an extraordinary physical foundation to support it.

Even if World increased his speed a hundredfold, he still couldn't match the three legendary pirates in the old era's clashes.

At most, he was a great pirate approaching the first echelon.

After enduring Atlas's barrage of punches, he was struck by Atlas's Secret Art sword technique.

He had neither Big Mom's powerful defenses nor Kaido's monstrous recovery. Naturally, he couldn't maintain his Geppo stance.

His blood continued to drain. World's body swayed, his legs gave way, and he plunged straight toward the sea below.

Bang—!!!

Just as he was about to hit the sea, World's limp body suddenly tensed. The scabs covering him shook loose, and a calculating glint appeared in his eyes as an explosion sounded beneath his feet.

His muscular upper body exposed, he swiftly ran toward the Guroseiyadi, invisible waves of air rippling beneath his feet.

"Wororororo!! Brat, I'm going to kill you today!!"

Almost in an instant, World, who had still been some distance from the Guroseiyadi, was now crouched atop the cannon at the ship's bow, both hands tightly wrapped around the black barrel beneath him.

With a vicious grin, World yanked up the hatch.

"More-More: Hundredfold Cannonade!!!"

Increasing the size of this cannonball a hundredfold was completely different from doing so with the pistol earlier. Its volume expanded geometrically!!!

Whoosh—!!!

A cannonball nearly half the size of the White Hou hurtled toward Atlas at high speed, friction against the air sending clusters of flames surging upward.

"So this is... what you're relying on?"

Facing the black cannonball whose size and speed had both been increased a hundredfold,