Lucas caught up to Luffy as the battle raged on—a blur of determination and raw power amidst chaos. Luffy, fearless and resolute, was already charging headlong into the fray. Without slowing, Lucas narrowed his eyes upon spotting Blueno.
In one fluid motion, Lucas coiled both of his right arms like steel springs. Then, with an exuberant yell, he shouted, "Gum Gum! Double Pistol!!!" His fists, imbued with alien energy, exploded forward in a rapid-fire barrage—a move he'd instantly christened his "Gum Gum Double Pistol."
Luffy's eyes lit up at the display. "Wow! That's super cool!" he marveled. The ferocious impacts rained down upon Blueno, each punch reverberating like a thunderclap. Despite Blueno's muttered incantation of "Iron Body!" in a futile bid to toughen himself against the onslaught, Lucas's blows rippled through him as though they were strikes from an unstoppable tidal wave. In a heartbeat, Blueno was sent hurtling backwards—his body slamming against the ancient stone corridor with a force reminiscent of a character being flung to the sky in a Pokémon.
"I'll handle those guys!" Lucas bellowed, his voice echoing off the cold walls as he transformed in mid-air. In an instant, his form shifted as he into his Heatblast form, his body now wreathed in roaring, incandescent flames. Propelling himself forward like a living missile, Lucas soared in the direction Blueno had been flung.
Blueno's battered form crashed through the narrow corridor. Stone shattered against his body until he finally slumped, motionless and unconscious, inside the echoing halls of the judicial court—a stately chamber now scarred by the brutal conflict. There, mere moments later, Lucas landed with precision. He found himself surrounded by a growing throng of Marines, who had rushed in to assess the shocking scene of a top agent crashing into this hallowed hall. Medics hurried to tend to the aftermath while a group of self-proclaimed "Cerberus" security guards—fake yet fervent—shouted indignantly.
"Halt! This is the holy building of Judgement!" one of them bellowed. "By trespassing and—" they began to recite, but Lucas wasn't interested in their babbling sermon. His focus was razor-sharp.
Summoning his composure, Lucas formed a compact orb of searing fire in his outstretched palm. "Super Nova!" he muttered under his breath—and with that, he released the orb. It exploded in a dazzling burst of energy, unleashing an immense wave of heat that battered the ancient edifice. The force of the explosion cracked the building's walls, shattered windows blasted outward, and the ceiling began to collapse in a cascade of crumbling stone and dust.
"I don't care for that crap you wanna say—I'm here for a fight!" Lucas growled as he stormed forward. The once majestic hall now bore deep scars: shattered columns, cracked walls, and debris scattered like the remains of a broken dream. He then took off again like a rocket to the building where Spandam and the rest of the CP-9 agents were.
Not wasting a moment, he surged like a rocket into the next building, crashing through an office room to find the remainder of CP9 assembled. "Man, I've already come this far—and here I thought I'd face stronger opponents. Guess Enies Lobby is just a joke," he muttered bitterly as he scanned his surroundings.
Before him, three CP9 agents were ready for battle: Jabra, Fukurou, the silent, and Kumadori, towering and theatrical. Their eyes burned with the fierce resolve to end Lucas's rampage. And, as if they were the final act of a tragic play, the notorious Spandam stepped forward. Clad in his infamous garb and holding his peculiar sword Funkfreed—an unnatural weapon imbued with the Zoan-type Elephant-Elephant Fruit's power, capable of shifting between a full elephant form and a hybrid elephant-sword form—Spandam emanated a cold arrogance.
Lucas's eyes narrowed at the sight of his opponents. "What's this about looking for strong opponents?" Jabra sneered, his voice dripping with cruel confidence. But Lucas merely grinned—a spark of mischievous fire flaring as he clenched his fists. "Matter of fact, I am!" he retorted, his voice defiant.
Before anyone could react further, Spandam stuttered, "H-hold it… One more move and you'll force me to use this…" He raised a golden transponder snail—a bizarre artifact meant to invoke a catastrophic buster call. Lucas couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. "To tell you the truth," he said with mirth in his tone, "my main goal was to get you to invoke the buster call, but it seems you'll fulfill that for me pretty soon." His laughter echoed in the tense silence, leaving his foes visibly confused and off-balance. Who in their right mind would purposefully invoke a buster call?
"So then, are you not gonna press it?" Lucas taunted as his form began to shift once more. With a low growl, he merged into a fusion resembling the legendary Four Arms combined with the raw, bestial power of his Kraaho guise. "I've experimented a bit—and I've finally got it done," he muttered as his voice took on a loping, powerful cadence. "This fusion is already over the top, if you ask me…but adding this…" He paused, his eyes gleaming. "Well.. You can be the judge of that. Second Gear," he murmured cryptically, and in a blink he vanished, leaving the very ground beneath him cracking from the force of his departure.
In that electrifying moment, Jabra—ever quick to react—transformed, his features blurring as he shaped-shifted into his wolf form. Simultaneously, Spandam, overwhelmed by fear and desperation, invoked the buster call. A low, resonating rumble filled the air as the unthinkable threat loomed.
"Firstly…" Lucas began calculating his next move. In a flash, he reappeared beside Fukurou. With his upper left arm, he delivered a thunderous punch that created a palpable shockwave. Fukurou was sent flying through the room, his body arcing gracefully until he crashed against distant walls and even over small, disjointed islands of debris—each impact punctuating the brutality of Lucas's strike.
The remaining CP9 agents tensed, their focus entirely on Lucas's whereabouts. Jabra, not one to be outdone, executed a flawless backflip and launched a Tempest Kick aimed directly at Lucas. In perfect timing, Lucas extended all four of his arms in unison to block the critical blow. With a playful chuckle, he announced, "Diamond Body!" as his arms transformed, crystallizing into facets of unbreakable crystal. He muttered to himself, "Okay, that sounded more cringy than when I said it in my mind…" yet his eyes danced with amusement as he absorbed the shock of the impact.
Overhead, Spandam cried out in alarm as he tried to dodge a vicious Rankyaku—a technique Jabra mastered with fluid grace. "Gyaaaaa! Be careful, or do you want to kill me too!" he shrieked, scrambling to avoid the oncoming wind slash.
In a brief moment of eerie calm, Lucas muttered, "The buster call will arrive soon…" his tone low and almost detached as the weight of impending doom pressed in. At that moment, Kumadori's wild, unkempt hair lashed out, tangling momentarily around Lucas. Seizing the opportunity, Spandam made a desperate move at the door, his voice quivering, "It's too late to get cold feet now!" But Lucas, ever the opportunist, simply smirked.
"Quite the opposite, really," he countered, rapidly shifting his form once more. His body melded into a viscous, amorphous substance—reminiscent of Goop—that slithered through the strands of Kumadori's hair, enwrapping and strangling him. "Urgh, gross—how the heck am I supposed to fight a booger?" Jabra quipped, his eyes wide in disbelief as Lucas twisted and sent Kumadori soaring high through the roof. Without pause, Lucas shifted his form again into Bloxx—a compact, blocky state—retracting the arm that had held Kumadori aloft and slamming him down onto the building's first floor with a resounding thud.
Panting and surveying the wreckage, Lucas called out, "Now then, only one is left…" He retracted his arm slowly and glanced upward, searching for Jabra. "Hmm…" he muttered under his breath, his mind already calculating his next transformative surge.
With a determined glint, Lucas shifted into his ultimate form—a transcendent state he termed Ultimate Echo Echo. Rising swiftly, he soared above the shattered building, merging with the night sky as he prepared to reassess the battlefield from above.
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