"Roy, you may be strong, but against the physique of Oars the Demon, even you would get hurt!"
Moria laughed loudly, much of the fear in his heart fading.
Roy might be strong, but how could Oars the Demon be anything ordinary?
He was an ancient giant, a true monster!
Bang! Bang!
Yet just as Moria began to celebrate, sounds came from the ground.
Down in the fissure, Roy had stopped Oars the Demon's fist with one hand, without suffering any harm.
"As expected of the Ancient Giant Tribe. Even a mere body can unleash such astonishing power."
"Now I finally understand why Elbaf was once called the world's strongest kingdom."
Roy paused, and a slash had already burst forth.
"But ultimately, you're just a combination of a shadow and a corpse. You can't wield your original strength at all."
Crack!
Whoosh!
"Argh..."
With a scream, Oars the Demon took Roy's slash head-on, and his body shattered on the spot.
Roy even had the leisure to comment, as though he were casually clearing away rubbish by the roadside.
"Impossible! This is Oars the Demon!"
"Could the thing I've always considered my greatest masterpiece really be this fragile?"
Moria was stunned, and a sense of terror surged through his heart.
With even a monster like that killed in a single blow, how could he fight?
"It's not that Oars the Demon was fragile. It's that the man who attacked him is terrifyingly powerful!"
Brook, who had retreated to the side, spoke in a trembling voice.
Counting it up, he had already lived for several hundred years and knew something about the Giants.
About a hundred years ago, powerful Giants had formed the Giant Warrior Pirates.
At the time, they could be called the world's strongest.
They defeated many formidable enemies, and