At this mont, Shanks was hunched over, trembling as he stood among the ruins, surrounded by shattered earth.
Just a mont ago, he had erupted in wrath and demolished the only mountain on the island.
In the distance, fighting could still be heard—along with cries for rcy, agonized screams, and desperate charges from his crew mbers…
Hearing all these sounds, and watching his subordinates die one after another in tragic ways…
Shanks felt as if a knife were being driven into his heart.
His rage had already reached its limit.
White steam surged from his whole body.
His trembling was not only from injury, but from the overwhelming fury burning inside him.
But at this mont, Elior arrived.
And in Elior's hands, Enma was gone.
After all, swordsmanship was only one part of Elior's abilities. His swordplay was naturally powerful — but it was far from his greatest strength.
Shanks noticed that the ground beneath Elior's steps was freezing, and the surrounding air dropped sharply in temperature.
This was Elior's freezing power.
Demon's Extract
Since obtaining the Imperial Arm, Elior's mastery over it had reached an entirely new level—
Stronger than ever.
"Shanks… how long can you hold on?"
Elior's tone was calm. To him, the Yonko was already a dying man.
From the mont Elior decided to attack Shanks, this outco had been sealed.
Shanks did not respond. His expression was cold as he released a powerful aura — though one clearly weaker than before. Elior could feel the difference instantly.
Shanks was seriously injured, and the damage was accumulating.
In the next instant, Shanks vanished from sight. His speed was still astonishing — too fast for the naked eye to catch his afterimage. Before the air could even ripple, he appeared above Elior, blade raised, striking without calling out any technique na.
Blue shockwaves wrapped around the blade, distorting the air.
One glance told Elior that the strike carried imnse power.
But Elior was not the type to evade.
Just as Shanks's blade was about to reach him—
A massive ice spike erupted from the ground and ramd directly into Shanks's abdon. The spear-like point looked sharp enough to pierce even steel walls.
Shanks was struck. Although his torso was covered in extrely high-grade Armant Haki—almost at the pinnacle level—even this wasn't enough to eliminate the pain.
Before Shanks's slash could land, the impact of the ice spike knocked his entire body backward.
Elior seized the opportunity and pressed the attack.
Leaping into the air, Elior moved while Shanks — unable to fly — was still struggling to regain balance. Knocked off-center by the ice attack, he couldn't stabilize himself, let alone release a counter-slash.
From above, Elior swung his leg down in a graceful yet brutally powerful motion. Lightning crackled along his leg.
This was 300 million volts of lightning.
Enel's 300 million volts could obliterate entire sections of an island—world-shaking destructive power.
Boom!
With a thunderous impact, Elior's right leg smashed into Shanks's abdon.
The imnse force shattered Shanks's Armant Haki, and the violent surge of lightning—300 million volts—flooded into his body like an ocean of thunder.
In the next mont, Red-Hair's body exploded downward and fell from the sky.
The ground detonated on impact, the explosion shaking the surrounding seas. Hundreds of ters of terrain were pulverized, leaving a crater tens of ters deep. Debris was blasted hundreds of ters into the sky.
Red-Hair crashed into the earth dozens of ters below and was buried under tons of shattered stone.
Smoke and dust billowed high.
Witnessing this from afar, both the Red-Hair Pirates and the Three Yonko Alliance felt their scalps go numb and their bodies tremble.
Elior's kick alone had caused destruction on this scale.
One could only imagine how terrifying his full power must be.
People were horrified.
"Shanks…"
"Is he still alive?"
"If that hit landed on , not even dust would be left—not to ntion flesh!"
At this mont, everyone felt pure fear toward Elior.
And in the sky, Kaido—now in his dragon form—arrived.
"Boy, is that red-haired bastard dead?"
"You didn't kill him before I got a chance, right? I still want to hit him!"
Kaido floated behind Elior. As a dragon, it didn't matter whether he took to the sky, the sea, or the land.
Even as a Devil Fruit user, Kaido ignored seawater entirely.
Even drowning—the natural curse of Devil Fruit users—had failed to kill him during his countless suicide attempts.
That alone showed how monstrous Kaido was.
His Zoan ability was a Mythical Zoan, making him a truly special existence—on top of his already overwhelming natural strength.
"Dead? Not yet. Don't underestimate Shanks."
Elior shook his head. He had never used his full power. Instead, he slowly ground Shanks down.
By now, they had been fighting for over an hour. Red-Hair's wounds grew worse, and exhaustion was eating away at his remaining fighting strength.
"It'll be my turn soon. My kanabo is getting hungry!"
Kaido was itching for battle.
"No problem."
Elior felt speechless. Why did Kaido hate Shanks this much? Big Mom certainly didn't have this level of obsession.
"Boy, I'm starting to like you more and more. When this battle's over, I wouldn't mind letting my daughter marry you!"
Kaido's draconic face couldn't smile, but his eyes glead oddly.
"Your daughter?"
Elior shook his head. Yamato had long since been completely dominated by him—and he was already growing tired of her. Perhaps soon, he'd even grow disgusted.
Of course, Kaido knew nothing of this.
To Elior, Yamato was just entertainnt—he was not going to be Kaido's son-in-law.
"What? You don't like my daughter? You know Yamato is one of the top beauties in the world!"
Elior ignored Kaido. At that mont, while suspended in the air, a massive crimson magic circle ford beneath his feet. The glowing sigil rotated, releasing dazzling red light. At the sa ti, a similar magic circle materialized in Elior's right hand.
The circle in his hand rapidly gathered enormous power.
"Hey, Elior—what kind of ability is that?"
Seeing the mysterious magic formations up close—radiating a terrifying aura—Kaido felt a rare sensation: fear.
He was curious… and uneasy.
But Elior ignored him, pointing the magic circle in his right hand toward the place where Shanks had fallen monts ago.
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