Struck Down

"Henry!"

Vice Admiral Casillas trembled at the sight. Terror had shattered him from within.

He's a monster!

I never should have come!

Casillas stood frozen, his expression vacant.

The gulf between them was so vast that Casillas saw no hope at all. Vic, meanwhile, was locked in a desperate fight.

Casillas regretted getting involved more than he could say.

But it was too late.

One Marine Vice Admiral had been killed in a single blow, while another had fallen apart before their eyes. The Marines' morale plummeted.

Without pausing after his first kill, Titan appeared before Casillas.

Casillas did not resist. He did not even use Armament Haki—he could not.

His spirit had broken. Both his Armament Haki and Observation Haki seemed to have vanished from his body.

He might have recovered if he could pull himself together, but Titan would not give him the chance.

Without Armament Haki to protect him, Casillas was all too easy for Titan to kill.

Another crushing hammer blow came straight at Casillas's head.

Blood sprayed, and a headless corpse was smashed into the ground.

Two of the Marines' three strongest fighters were gone. They had fallen so early, and so quickly.

Titan stood where he was. No one dared approach him; no one wanted to take that terrifying hammer blow unless they had a death wish.

More than a few pirates and criminals had already been caught in his attacks.

They understood that although Hades and Titan were enemies of the Marines for now, that did not put them on the same side.

That monster did not care whether they lived or died.

In the New World, a Marine Vice Admiral was a formidable fighter capable of holding his own and commanding respect across a region.

Henry and Casillas might have been subpar,