"Damn you."
"Dragon, how dare you kill a World Government admiral?!"
The golden radiance around the Buddha blazed like a second sun. His fists clenched tight, and his eyes burned with wrath, as if he had become a furious Vajra.
"Impact!"
"Die!!"
Enraged beyond reason, the Buddha launched his full might. His staff of subjugation shone with a brilliance like the midday sun, and from it erupted a torrent of golden energy like a raging flood.
BOOM!
On the island's shore, sand exploded skyward, vaporizing into dust as a massive golden shockwave carved across the beach with unstoppable force.
And yet, before such earth-shattering destruction, Dragon remained utterly calm.
His body twisted, and the once-clear sky instantly darkened with rolling storm clouds. Thunder roared, and bolts of lightning lanced downward.
"What's there to fear?"
"In the past, I spared you—not because I couldn't kill you, but because I didn't want the conflict to escalate too far."
"But since you're so eager to die now… I have nothing more to say!"
He was not wrong. Dragon had always had the strength to kill these men. The only reason he had not was to avoid igniting an all-out war that would draw the World Government's relentless attention.
But these stubborn fools had pushed him again and again, testing his bottom line—threatening even to sever his plans.
Now, with his side already holding the advantage, he no longer feared how great the rift between them might become.
The clash of their battle shook the entire sea. The terrifying force triggered tsunamis, and waves like mountains crashed against the beach.
RUMBLE…
The fight raged on. Dragon's overwhelming power crushed the two remaining admirals, even as their bloodied bodies accumulated wound after wound. The longer it went on, the more fear clouded their hearts.
Half the beach was obliterated. The admiral's corpse, reverted to human form, was swept into the ocean—sinking into the abyss like a stone.
For a World Government admiral, such an end was nothing short of mockery.
"Damn it! How… how can he be this strong?!"
The golden Buddha, drenched in his own blood, no longer carried the arrogance of before. Spitting crimson, he spoke in disbelief.
"Hehehe… seems you've reached the end of your road. Allow me to see you off."
Though Dragon appeared somewhat ragged, he was entirely uninjured. Gazing down coldly at the two broken men, he let out a cruel laugh.
His body twisted again. His wings beat violently, conjuring a monstrous storm.
Hail pelted down like bullets. Wind blades slashed through the air like countless scalpels, cutting without mercy.
The two were swallowed by the calamity, their bodies shredded and bleeding. Before such overwhelming power, there was no escape.
"Damn you—Impact!"
The Buddha flared once more, his golden light blazing in what was clearly a final act of desperation.
BOOOOM!
Wind, hail, and storm collided with his golden shockwave, the sky trembling under the impact.
Dragon was hurled upward, forced back by the explosion, while the golden Buddha vomited blood uncontrollably. His staggering body was instantly torn apart by the storm's merciless barrage.
The other admiral, weaker still, had long since been reduced to a perforated corpse.
Compared to Marine admirals, the World Government's army admirals were at best candidates for such a title—hardly true equals. After all, the brigands and armies of the land simply couldn't compare in power.
And Dragon… Dragon's strength had already surpassed the rank of admiral. His power was brushing against an even higher realm.
This battle could not be called easy—but neither could it be called difficult.
Yet to fell three admirals at once, Dragon was satisfied. The more high-ranking enemies fell, the lighter the burden on his side would become.
In the surrounding sea, the colossal giants who witnessed the deaths of the admirals showed no reaction. To them, the death of an admiral was no different than the death of a common soldier.
To true titans, ants and ladybugs were all the same.
Still, Dragon's Devil Fruit ability had caught the interest of several of them.
The giants exchanged glances.
Against an existence like Ghidorah, they might all attack at once, for even then they knew they would have no hope of victory.
But against Dragon, such a move was beneath them.
Not only would it be laughable, but it would stain the pride of their Giant God Battalion.
Few in the world still remembered their order, but the pride in their bones remained unshakable.
At last, one among them rose. A giant clad like a Viking raider—horned helmet upon his head, a massive fur kilt around his waist.
In one hand he bore a short axe, in the other a round shield. Towering like a god of war, he rode upon a massive warship that split the seas as it surged toward the island.
When he drew near the shore, he leapt with a thunderous crash, plunging into the ocean, then waded forward from waist-deep waters toward the beach.
As that titanic form emerged, its oppressive presence washing over him, Dragon shifted back to human form—his face turning grim.
The three weakling admirals had been easy prey.
But this giant… this giant radiated pressure that made his heart tighten.
Still, compared to that monster, the difference was vast. This one, at least, was not invincible.
"You've piqued my interest, little one."
The giant stepped onto the sand at last, his hundred-meter form towering overhead. Looking down on Dragon as if at an insect, he bared yellowed teeth in a grin.
"Hahaha! Don't worry—I'll treat you gently. I am the third Giant God of the Battalion—Woganfu (OC)!"
Dragon frowned, holding his breath.
The moment the giant spoke, a wave of foul, rotting stench washed over him.
Whether it was from some strange condition, or the nature of his body, Dragon could not tell—but the stench was unbearable.
If he could avoid it, he had no desire to fight such a creature.
Not from fear of defeat… but from fear he might actually vomit.
Without answering, he transformed into the great eagle once more, soaring into the sky to put distance between himself and the reeking giant.
It was simply unimaginable—how could such a foul being exist in this world?
Seeing Dragon's silence, Woganfu sneered darkly. With a roar that stank of decay, he swung his axe in a mighty cleave.
The slash tore through the air like a crescent moon, carrying irresistible force as it swept toward him.
Dragon's eyes narrowed. He dared not underestimate it. His body twisted violently as he ascended into the sky, narrowly evading the strike.
"What—!"
But before he could breathe, another slash came hurtling across the sky.
Startled, Dragon moved to evade, only to find a relentless chain of strikes following one after another without pause.
Only then did he realize—this giant was on a level far beyond the three admirals. Never before had he encountered such a fearsome foe.
Left with no choice, Dragon cried out.
Winds roared, transforming the entire sea and island into a howling domain of storms.
Within the storm, he moved as though in water, flowing with the currents of the wind to evade the giant's attacks—while quietly readying his counterstrike.
Standing there and taking blows was never his style…
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