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Above the clouds, a faint, long exhalation of satisfaction mingled with the renewed rumble of thunder and soon faded.
Across the city, extinguished lights came on one by one.
No one had lit them. Residual arcs still leaped between the wrecked buildings, casting brief, pale flashes over faces frozen in terror.
Seawater began pouring back into the newly formed crater, hissing as though boiling and raising more vapor that reeked of brine and burning.
In the deathly silence, only the roar of seawater pouring into the pit continued.
Then, behind a broken wall somewhere, came the muffled clatter of chattering teeth.
The rock beneath his feet had turned to crimson molten streams in an instant, and the earth gave a low groan.
Had he not concentrated that power on a single point, the electricity spilling out alone would have been enough to erase the outline of half the city.
When the lightning cleared, he stood at the edge of the abyss.
Fine snakes of lightning still crawled along his clothes, and a scorched smell filled the air.
At the bottom of the crater, that figure was embedded deep in the rock.
Devil Fruit powers and Haki had never been a contest of which was inherently superior.
The swamp crumbled before the force of a fist, while lightning remained at the pinnacle of Logia powers-even if it was not the sharpest spear, it would never fall outside the top three.
How was that possible?
The battlefield suddenly sank into an eerie silence.
Sicily's sword hand stopped in midair. Lucci's and Kaku's masks turned toward the crater at the same time.
The attack had not been aimed at them, but everyone felt tiny ** crawling beneath their skin. A chill climbed their spines, and they almost questioned whether their eyes