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With a low shout, the burly figure shot backward like a black streak.
Wherever he passed, the earth was plowed open, leaving a bottomless trench.
The straight furrow pierced through the ruins, stretching all the way to the edge of the continent before finally vanishing beyond sight, leaving only a slowly fading white trail.
In the distance, the middle-aged man fighting several old men sucked in a cold breath.
For the first time, he realized so clearly how laughable his former plan had been-he had thought that by gaining eternal life through that Devil Fruit and then controlling that weapon, he could ** the rule above him.
Now he understood: even with that weapon, he would only be crushed by a single punch in the face of such power.
After the figure serving as their shield disappeared, the others exchanged glances.
They were usually known for their endurance, with battles often lasting for days.
But now, who still dared call themselves undefeated? Before absolute power, everyone became fragile. No one dared take a blow like that head-on.
"Useless."
The man in the suit stepped forward, his voice icy.
"Think carefully. This is your world.
"Your comrades are here, and so are your families."
"If I fail, I merely die.
"If you back down here, do you want to watch your loved ones hanged in the square?"
"I don't need you to remind me, otherworldly me."
The boy wreathed in white flames stepped forward.
In his current form, he should have been laughing freely, yet there was no trace of a smile on his face.
That Devil Fruit had once let him toy with a giant dragon as a jump rope, but against an ability that likewise bore the name "moon,"
he could barely protect himself.
Whooo-
The sound