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"ROAR!"
The giant raised his head and roared. His enormous body seemed clumsy while facing No. 3, who kept dodging mid-air. But in the very next second, under No. 3's shocked gaze, the giant suddenly began stomping rapidly on the ground with both feet. The earth trembled as air currents twisted upward.
Then, just as No. 3's pupils shrank as the giant, towering at 75 meters tall, vanished from his sight.
"What?!" No. 3 was utterly stunned.
Such an enormous giant, how could he possibly perform Rokushiki techniques? It was unthinkable!
"Whoosh!"
A violent gust surged from behind as a massive shadow enveloped No. 3, and an overwhelming sense of crisis descended.
Trembling, No. 3 shouted: "Tekkai!"
At the nape of the giant's neck, Rojen's Sharingan spun. Every subtle movement of No. 3's body was clearly imprinted on his eyes.
"Die."
Suddenly, a massive palm came crashing down. It was covered in ice-blue crystal, forming an incredibly tough surface.
"Boom!!"
The blow slammed No. 3 into the ground, and the sheer force caused the earth to quake and dust to surge into the sky. Even with Tekkai's defense, No. 3 couldn't withstand such a massive impact. He coughed up blood on the spot, his aura visibly weakened.
In the next instant, Rojen stepped forward again, raising one colossal foot, and stomped down hard.
"No!!"
Compared to No. 6's sluggish movements, Rojen's speed was lightning fast, completely unlike a giant. No. 3 had no time to react before the massive foot slammed into him.
"Boom!"
No. 3 was hit again and forced to defend. His small frame was driven completely into the ground.
But it wasn't over. In his fury, Rojen had no intention of sparing his enemy. He raised his foot and stomped again.
Again. And again.
Fifteen consecutive stomps caused the blood to spray everywhere.
Despite No. 3's tough outer defenses, he couldn't protect his internal organs. Rojen's terrifying force bypassed the surface and ravaged his insides. No. 3's face turned ghostly pale, his body limp, completely losing the ability to fight.
"ROAR!"
Seeing No. 3 finally bloodied and unconscious, Rojen roared skyward, finally halting his rampage.
"Huff... Huff..."
Breathing heavily, the giant's body began to shrink. Under a thick mist of white steam, Rojen reverted to his normal form. His face was cold and stern as he swept his gaze over the fallen No. 3 and No. 6.
A few steps later, he reached No. 3's side. Then, grabbing the unconscious man by the head, he began dragging him across the ground.
"Is it over?" He exhaled slowly, speaking in a heavy tone.
"No. It's not over yet."
His eyes narrowed and turned toward the distance, where violent winds stirred up a cloud of dust.
The next battle... lay ahead.
At that moment, two figures were sprinting toward the courtyard in front of the wooden house. Their gazes locked onto the battlefield.
Rojen turned his head and sighed in relief.
It was Crocodile and Jason.
"Captain!" The two ran over quickly. Seeing the aftermath, their expressions turned serious.
"Take Trens to the doctor," Rojen ordered swiftly. "You handle this giant, Crocodile."
"Got it." Crocodile was briefly stunned but nodded right after.
He walked over to No. 6's head, raised his right hand, and pressed it onto the blood-soaked forehead without expression.
"Dry and split."
"Crackle!"
In an instant, No. 6's once-bulky body began to shrivel, as if all moisture had been drained from him.
"Turn to sand."
With two cold words, No. 6's massive body trembled and then crumbled into fine sand, dispersing into the wind.
Meanwhile, Jason and Rojen had reached Trens.
"Thank goodness, Jason, you're okay!" Trens, drenched in sweat, said with relief and excitement.
"Trens..." Jason, seeing his friend's condition, looked concerned.
"Take him to the doctor," Rojen repeated.
Jason nodded, quickly carried Trens on his back, and ran out of the courtyard.
Crocodile now approached Rojen.
"Who are they?" He asked in a low voice.
"We'll know once he wakes up." Rojen's gaze turned to the still-unconscious No. 3 lying inside the house.
"Hmm." Crocodile nodded slightly.
"You stay here and watch him." With that, Rojen walked toward the room where Rouge was resting.
When he entered the room, he immediately saw Ace squirming restlessly in Rouge's arms, while the midwife standing beside her looked visibly shaken, her eyes trembling with fear.
"The little guy's got quite a bit of energy," Rojen said with a smile.
"Were there enemies?" Rouge asked worriedly.
She had clearly heard the battle outside just moments ago.
"It's been taken care of. Don't worry." Rojen replied reassuringly.
"What about Lordling?" Rouge asked again, her eyes searching for the cat that had always stayed close to her.
Rojen remained silent, offering no response.
Seeing his reaction, the perceptive Rouge immediately sensed something was wrong. Her eyes twitched slightly.
"She's gone," Rojen said in a low voice.
"You have to bring her back, Rojen." Rouge said this with utmost seriousness.
"I know. For now, just rest. Once you've recovered a bit, we'll leave this place." Rojen said gently.
Rouge had just given birth, her face was pale and her voice weak, every word clearly draining her. After exchanging a few more words, Rojen left the room. He glanced at the system interface and immediately noticed a significant increase in his Possession Coin balance.
"Balance: 140 million."
It had increased from the original 90 million to 140 million, an additional 50 million. The two men in black had each contributed 25 million to his balance.
Then, he stepped outside to meet with Crocodile.
"Wake him up," Rojen said coldly, his gaze falling on the unconscious No. 3 on the ground.
…
Meanwhile, far from this place, No. 1 and his group were rapidly heading toward the port.
Suddenly, No. 1's body trembled slightly during their rush forward. With a flick of his wrist, a white slip of paper ignited spontaneously, burning to ash in moments.
"No. 2…" Immediately after, two more paper slips began burning. "No. 7. No. 8."
No. 1's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing and continued walking forward in silence.
About 3–4 minutes later, another tremor ran through his right hand, and another slip ignited.
"No. 4…"
This time, the corners of his mouth began to twitch, and his eyes grew sharper, filled with dread. Not long after, yet another slip of paper turned to ash in his hand.
No. 1 closed his eyes.
His expression had now become utterly cold and grim.
"No. 6!"
"Good... Good... Very good! I underestimated you people!"
As he spoke, No. 1 made no effort to hide the murderous intent radiating from him. He turned his gaze toward Lordling, his face expressionless, but exuding a chilling aura.
"What are you going to do?" Lordling asked, her tone uncertain.
"Your companions have done well; they've succeeded in enraging me," No. 1 replied coldly.
"You'd better pray they never cross my path again. Otherwise, I'll crush their bones, grind them into powder, and brew them into tea!" Under the pressure of his freezing gaze, Lordling's entire body trembled, unable to stop herself from shivering.
(End Of This Chapter)