New World, near a certain sea area, 132° East longitude, 28° North latitude.
The sea surface was trembling.
It wasn’t due to wind or a tsunami, but a natural disturbance caused by the movement of a colossal giant.
San Juan Wolf, the “Moving Natural Disaster” with a bounty of 1,670,000,000 Berries, was currently walking through the sea.
Having eaten the Expand-Expand Fruit, his body had reached a height of 180 meters (likely his limit); his fat-encased muscles were knotted like mountains, and his skin was rough.
Indeed, with every step he took, waves tens of meters high exploded on the sea surface.
In front of him, the G-14 Unit’s Marine warship was as tiny as a small boat.
“Dai Lai Hahahaha… This really is… absolutely terrible…”
On the warship’s deck, Jaguar D. Saul’s laughter was still hearty, but the cold sweat on his forehead betrayed his true emotions.
As a Marine Rear Admiral of the Giant Race, he stood 22 meters tall, yet at this moment, he looked up at the sky-obscuring dark figure like a child.
“Rear Admiral Saul, the main cannons are ineffective! His skin is harder than the warship’s armor!
And we didn’t bring any other ammunition!” a Marine soldier reported, his voice hoarse.
“Keep firing! At least… stall for time!” Saul roared through gritted teeth, gripping the giant axe in his hand.
“Also, has the support message been sent out? Has any unit responded?”
“The warship from nearby Caswen Island responded, but it’s just a patrol warship, and the commander is unknown!!”
“Then we’re in big trouble. It seems we’re going to be buried at sea today!”
At the same time, San Juan Wolf looked down, a sinister smile spreading across his lips.
“Little Marine bugs… so noisy.” As he spoke, he slowly lifted his foot, and a shadow like a curtain enveloped the entire warship.
“It’s over…” Saul’s pupils constricted, and for the first time, his laughter was tinged with bitterness.
“How can there be such a tall guy in the Giant Race! This monster.”
He looked up at the sky-obscuring giant foot; his 22-meter-tall body was like an infant before the 180-meter monster.
The warship’s deck groaned under the overwhelming shadow, and the screams of the Marines were drowned out by the towering waves.
Just as the giant foot was about to crush the warship…
“Tremor Step: Sky Stomp!” A chilling voice cut through the sky.
Before the voice arrived, the attack had already landed.
Gern’s figure swooped down from high in the sky like a meteor, transforming into a reddish-dark lightning bolt.
His right leg was wrapped in Armament Haki and spiral-shaped vibration particles, tearing out an ear-piercing shriek in the air.
The moment he made contact with San Juan Wolf’s chest— “Tremor: Righteous Execution!!!”
“Boom!!!” Space solidified for a thousandth of a second.
Immediately after, centered on the point of contact, the space within a hundred-meter radius suddenly shattered.
“Crack… snap!” Spiderweb-like cracks appeared out of thin air, and from each crack erupted a pale white shockwave.
San Juan Wolf’s skin rippled like water under the ultra-high frequency vibrations, and his massive muscles, like an anvil struck by an invisible giant hammer, emitted a grating wail.
Substantial spatial cracks spread along his chest, and San Juan Wolf looked down in astonishment, seeing his proud body covered in cracks like fragile glass.
The shockwaves penetrated his skin, reaching his internal organs, which trembled in resonance.
“Ugh… Ah!” He cried out in pain, his mountain-like body kicked back several steps.
Each step backward caused hundred-meter-high water walls to explode on the sea surface, and the waves, in the aftershock of the vibrations, turned into countless ice crystals, refracting a colorful halo in the sunlight.
Gern used the force to flip backward, his white figure spinning in mid-air, landing lightly on Saul’s warship deck, his Justice cloak fluttering, and black blade eight desolations tucked at his waist.
“It seems he’s not just ‘big,’ his defense is ridiculously strong too.” Gern narrowed his eyes, his tone filled with eager excitement.
Looking at the figure in front of him, Saul paused for a moment, then burst into his characteristic hearty laugh.
“Dai Lai Hahahaha! I didn’t expect Rear Admiral Gern to be the one to support us!”
Gern had no time for pleasantries now; he merely glanced at him and said, “Saul, take your subordinates to a safe distance.”
“But…”
“You’ll only be in the way and slow me down if you stay here,” Gern interrupted, his gaze fixed on San Juan Wolf in the distance.
“To deal with a monster of this size… I need to use ‘special’ methods.”
“Just as the rumors said!” Saul sighed inwardly upon hearing Gern’s words. “He’s completely merciless when facing a fight.”
“In that case, I’ll leave this to Rear Admiral Gern!”
Meanwhile, as if to confirm Gern’s words, San Juan Wolf had already stabilized himself.
He looked down at his chest—there was a faint scar, but it was instantly covered by new muscle growth.
“Little Marine… no! I remember now.
Heaven Quake, you’re the Marine who cut Golden Lion with a sword…” He bared his blood-stained teeth.
“However, no matter who you are, you’ve successfully angered me now.”
“Now that’s more like it…” Gern sneered, drawing black blade eight desolations with his right hand, releasing the blade while wrapping it in Armament Haki.
“That so-called ‘Curse Doctor’ isn’t even worthy of me drawing my blade…
So, let me see, how many cuts can you withstand?”