As if to validate Sheen's earlier words—
Roldy suddenly retreated.
He glanced at the battered Marine trio before him, then at the Holy Knights, all of whom had injected the stimulant and now stood with bloodshot eyes.
And then—
He stopped holding back.
The grin on his face widened grotesquely, stretching nearly to his ears. His exaggerated mouth seemed ready to devour the world itself.
He threw his head back and laughed.
Yes.
This was what he had been waiting for.
"Four Admiral-tier fighters… seven elite Vice Admiral-level combatants!"
"That's enough!"
A crimson gleam flickered in his eyes.
He took a deep breath.
The muscles across his body visibly relaxed.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Figarland scoffed. "You're strong, brat. But if you think this is enough to challenge the World Government, you're naïve!"
He didn't understand Roldi's behavior.
But he kept talking.
His plan was simple.
His enhanced state wouldn't last long.
He knew the gap between them.
Only by forcing Roldyto attack first—then overwhelming him four-on-one—could they threaten him.
Roldywas no longer as pristine as before.
Wounds covered his body.
The worst was at his right shoulder.
Borsalino's Ama no Murakumo had pierced straight through.
Sakazuki had seized Roldi's only opening—
Inugami Guren had burned through the same wound again, leaving a gaping cavity in his shoulder.
Figarland's side wasn't much better.
Immortality ensured survival.
Not comfort.
Regeneration consumed stamina—and stamina was priceless in a battle like this.
Two Holy Knights were already nearly exhausted.
The remaining five weren't much better.
Among the Marines, Garp was the most injured—unsurprising, given that he always took the brunt head-on.
Still—
He looked better than Figarland.
Borsalino and Sakazuki both had blood at their lips.
Sakazuki's chest was slightly caved in—at least two ribs broken.
Figarland narrowed his eyes.
Roldyhad clearly struck the Holy Knights far more ruthlessly than the Marines.
The most lethal techniques had been aimed at them.
That earlier Seabed Descent still left Figarland dizzy.
Even after leaving the Marines—
Did Roldystill hold sentiment for them?
That was what Figarland believed.
It was also what Roldywanted him to believe.
Tsuru had taught him well.
Honor is for show.
Victory is what matters.
And besides—
He and the Marines stood opposed now.
Roldytilted his head, smirking.
Figarland didn't dare move.
The battlefield froze in tension.
"Your regeneration has slowed."
"And there's a faint energy lingering around your arm…"
The Holy Knights' expressions changed instantly.
Immortality was not absolute.
They had weaknesses.
Difficult to exploit—
But not impossible.
And no one doubted that Roldycould.
"Enough!" Figarland roared, masking unease. "You cannot comprehend the greatness of divine power!"
The Marine trio silently memorized the information.
Borsalino's usual teasing smile returned—but what he was thinking remained his own.
"Your shouting means nothing," Roldysaid calmly.
"Be grateful."
"You'll be the first to die to my new power."
Before anyone could react—
Roldyinhaled deeply.
His heartbeat thundered.
Louder than Figarland's earlier overdrive.
It sounded like divine drums from the heavens.
His Mink fur shimmered with luster.
Muscles that had relaxed now swelled explosively.
Through the hole in his shoulder, muscle fibers visibly expanded and fused—
Sealing the wound by sheer force.
"I don't care about your 'divine' power."
"Because next…"
"Even gods will kneel before me."
A brutal aura erupted skyward.
The clear sky darkened.
Air currents spiraled toward him.
Even the massive mangrove trees cracked under the pressure.
The power of the Moa Moa no Mi detonated.
Roldystomped the ground.
Dust engulfed everything.
But through Observation Haki—
They felt it.
That presence.
Terrifying beyond measure.
"…What is that?"
Garp's pupils shrank.
A massive hand tore through the smoke.
Roldystepped out.
He had changed.
The Mink traits on his face were gone—only the fur at his shoulders remained.
His Giant bloodline bulk had receded slightly—
Yet the power within his now streamlined frame was far greater.
But most shocking—
His skin.
It gleamed like polished metal.
Not Armament Haki.
His body itself radiated a metallic sheen.
Steam-like air burst from his nostrils.
He opened his eyes and smiled.
If not for the violent aura surrounding him—
He might have looked like a friendly older brother next door.
"…This feels amazing."
He flexed his fingers.
CRACK.
A sharp sonic boom split the air from that simple motion.
This was not mere amplification of strength or speed.
Using the awakened Moa Moa no Mi as a foundation—
He had begun amplifying his entire body.
Every cell.
Every fiber.
The stamina cost was monstrous.
Even with Roldi's physique—
He could sustain it for only three hours.
It sounded simple.
But—
Haki was also a power born from the body.
And this form amplified that as well.
Roldyhad given it a simple name.
Clear.
Direct.
Berserk.
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