Even though Whitebeard was surprised by Good's fast healing, he only muttered a line before Marco and the others closed in again.
Not far away, Good landed a clean punch on Marco, knocking the phoenix backward—only for another squad leader to immediately take his place.
One pair of fists can't beat dozens of hands.
In the original story, Marco could kick Kizaru through the air, and a few of the Whitebeard commanders together were enough to clash with an Admiral. With a swarm like this, Good found himself slowly overwhelmed.
The surrounding members of the Hundred Divisions Pirates couldn't help but mock.
"Can't even beat our captains, and he said he was gonna arrest our Pops?"
"Hahaha, that's hilarious!"
"Who let this guy talk so big?"
"Are all the new Admirals this arrogant now?"
"The Marines have really gone downhill!"
Just then, Good let out a roar—and suddenly, roaring magma erupted from his body.
He was finally using the Magu Magu no Mi (Magma-Magma Fruit)!
His earlier strategy was simple: brawl it out. But against a dozen elite commanders, his martial arts alone weren't enough—so it was time to bring out his Devil Fruit powers.
The searing magma surged violently, catching the captains off guard and forcing several back.
Marco tumbled across the ground, skidding to a halt. He looked at the scorched wounds on his body, eyes wide in shock.
He stared at Good—now encased in a glowing magma armor—like a demon god from hell.
"What the hell…?"
The other commanders were just as shaken.
And they weren't alone—chaos erupted around the battlefield.
"Magma!? That's magma!"
"Isn't that Admiral Akainu's ability!?"
"Yeah! That's the Magma-Magma Fruit!"
On the other side, Kizaru and Akainu were both dumbfounded.
Akainu instinctively looked at his own palm. Magma still flowed as usual.
Then he looked up at Good—his body wrapped in the same molten lava—and was at a complete loss.
Kizaru pursed his lips, stunned into silence.
How… is Good using Akainu's powers!?
Didn't Shiki say earlier that Good also had the Fuwa Fuwa no Mi (Float-Float Fruit)?
Double Fruit user??
Behind his shades, Kizaru's eyes were filled with disbelief.
He muttered under his breath:
"…One of these days, this maniac's gonna bust out my Pika Pika no Mi (Glint-Glint Fruit) too, isn't he?"
Across the battlefield, the shock reached the Emperors as well.
Shanks' sharp eyes widened. "What kind of monster is this newly appointed Admiral?"
Ben Beckman was already sweating.
This was beyond absurd.
Meanwhile, Whitebeard—one of the most knowledgeable veterans of the old era—narrowed his eyes in deep thought.
He wanted to see through the truth but couldn't.
"What kind of power is this?"
"Strange regeneration… maybe Shiki's floating powers… and now Akainu's magma…"
Whitebeard murmured with no definite answer.
He had traveled the seas as long as Roger, had seen nearly everything, and knew almost all the world's secrets—Laughtale aside.
Roger had told him many of them.
Yet even with that knowledge, Good was beyond his understanding.
Not even Blackbeard, with his Yami Yami no Mi (Dark-Dark Fruit), could copy powers—he had to steal them.
But Good… was he just copying!?
Maybe this was the real reason the Marines promoted him. He had secrets no one else did.
"Sengoku… where did you dig up this lunatic? What's your endgame?"
Good didn't care about anyone's reaction.
His armor of crimson magma surged and churned, hiding his body and revealing only part of his face.
Lava dripped like blood, swallowing the ground around him.
"WHITEBEARD! I'M GONNA BURN YOU DOWN!!"
He roared again, declaring his intent.
He didn't hold back—not even for a second.
He raised his arms to the sky, and the magma responded like a loyal army, gathering violently above him.
"RYŪSEI KAZAN!!! (Meteor Volcano!!!)"
Magma shot into the sky like fire-powered artillery, his arms acting as cannons launching flaming meteors into the heavens.
Shanks' eyes sharpened.
"Stop him—now!!"
He gripped his sword, Gryphon, coated it with crackling red lightning—Haoshoku Haki (Conqueror's Haki) infusion.
His Conqueror's Haki was among the most powerful in the world.
This attack was massive. Good wasn't targeting one or two people—he was aiming to bomb the entire island.
And most of the people here were part of the Emperor crews. If those meteors landed, casualties would be devastating.
But just as Shanks moved—two figures blocked his path.
Akainu and Kizaru.
Kizaru pursed his lips.
"Yoo~ We can't let you pass~"
He was actually kind of relieved now—he'd get to coast while Good stole the show.
Akainu didn't speak. He just fired off a massive magma blast, straight at Shanks.
He'd been humiliated earlier—and he was itching to vent.
Up in the sky, one by one, gigantic magma fists rained down like meteors.
This was no precision strike—it was a full-scale, indiscriminate bombardment.
Anyone who wasn't top-tier was in mortal danger.
Most of the squad leaders had to stop chasing Good and rush back to defend their comrades.
Which left Good free.
Only Marco and maybe one or two others tried to slow him—but they couldn't stop him.
And Good had only one thought on his mind.
The Gura Gura no Mi (Tremor-Tremor Fruit).
It could cause quakes and tsunamis—it was the most destructive Devil Fruit in existence.
It was perfect for him. He HAD to copy it.
That thought overwhelmed his entire brain, single-core processor that it was.
He blitzed across the battlefield.
"WHITEBEARD! I'M COMING FOR YOU! READY TO RUMBLE!?"
He laughed like a madman, radiating insane battle lust.
A fire god. A war demon.
Flying low along the ground, lava gathering in his palms—
Good charged straight at Whitebeard!
(End of Chapter)
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