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Chapter 1136: Devil Fruit Users Are Grand Line's Specialty – If You Don't Like It, Don't Play
Chapter 1136: Devil Fruit Users Are Grand Line’s Specialty – If You Don’t Like It, Don’t Play
With his roar, the beast’s maw within the lion-shaped prow widened further. Blinding white light erupted from the ship’s bow position, a colossal aurora of pure energy. Before this torrent reached the Red Force, its radiance had already engulfed the enemy vessel’s form.
Who is the mightiest existence on the Grand Line?
Some say it’s Kaido, others claim it’s the late Whitebeard.
But the Marines know the truth—the real threat lies in those wielding strategic-level abilities. That’s Shanks.
Of course, that’s also Kuro, the user of the Float-Float Fruit.
His mastery of the ability has long surpassed Shanks’.
With the advantage from above, it’s a one-sided battle—only he can strike others, never the reverse. Especially aboard the Golden Lion, a warship enhanced with Graviton ability and Vegapunk technology, where even a single laser cannon blast could casually annihilate an entire island.
The tsunami was just a distraction. Kuro knows they could shatter such a wave, and they know it too.
But the time taken to dispel the tsunami was all Kuro needed for the Golden Lion to recharge!
“Wow! What amazing light!”
Lida poked their head out from above, shouting excitedly, “Kuro-Kuro, aren’t you number one worldwide on the Grand Line!”
“How rude,” Kuro scoffed, brushing his forehead fringe with rugged charm. “Old Man, I’m number one across heaven and earth worldwide!”
Boom!!!
The laser struck the Red Force, slamming into the Grand Line itself. The sea erupted in a massive tsunami, rippling outward in all directions.
Kuro seized the moment without hesitation.
“Lion’s Might—Sea Whirl Hell!”
The surging waves twisted violently, coalescing into a lion-skull shape that roared as it spiraled back toward the epicenter of the disturbance. Simultaneously, vortexes erupted across the surrounding waters, their rotational force deepening into abyssal chasms at their cores.
The Red Hair Pirates are the only Four Emperors’ crew where every member isn’t a Devil Fruit user. But so what? At most, they’re immune to the Grand Line’s curse.
Yet for Kuro, the Grand Line’s depths mean certain death.
The ocean itself bends to his will.
“Hmph! A false King of the Sea does nothing but cry and build castles. The true King of the Sea commands the ocean’s depths!”
Kuro sneered. “Poseidon’s name suits Old Man just fine. A cannon that obliterates islands—Pluton—my Golden Lion can do the same. And that so-called Heavenly King? As long as it’s about destructive power, I’ll match it. It’s just raining Sky attacks, isn’t it? Crocodile, that idiot, obsessing over ‘Pluton’—why not focus on improving his own strength?”
King of the Sea Poseidon, the legendary Sea Kings summoned to battle?
To seafarers, it’s a nightmare. But Kuro dismissed it outright. He doubted even Sea Kings could escape his “Sea Whirl Hell.”
Pluton—the cannon that destroys islands. His Golden Lion could do the same.
Heavenly King Uranus? He didn’t care what it was, but he could rain destruction from the heavens too.
Ancient Weapons—boasting the word “Ancient”—didn’t signify superiority, only the failure of modern men.
The natural order was for the present to surpass the past.
The laser’s brilliance faded, revealing the aftermath.
The Grand Line itself had collapsed inward, seawater rushing to fill the crater. At the epicenter, the vortex was crushed by overwhelming Conqueror’s Haki, but the Red Force had vanished entirely, leaving only shattered lifeboats adrift.
On one lifeboat, Red-Haired Shanks stood panting, his crimson hood tattered, gripping the Rapier Griffin in a defensive stance. Around him, a handful of Red Hair Pirates officers clung to broken planks. Lucius Kro survived, though his body was scorched, while others—including Ben Beckman—bore severe burns.
That laser was near-unkillable.
Only a handful of officers remained.
Hundreds of Red Hair Pirates had been vaporized in that single strike, leaving not even bones.
Such Aoe destruction couldn’t be resisted alone. Shanks survived purely through sheer strength.
“Recharge the cannon!”
Kuro’s disdain curled his lips as he barked orders to the Navy crew. Though Shanks’ Conqueror’s Haki had felled many, the Headquarters’ elite troops could still function—if barely. Even under oppressive Haki, their combat might be paralyzed, but operating machinery was still feasible.
After all, didn’t it just require hands?
Slower, yes—but Kuro had the altitude advantage. He had all the time in the world to play with Shanks until his energy reserves ran dry.
Besides, Shanks’ crew had no ship now. It was like a gorgeous woman, naked and helpless, lying on an old lecher’s bed.
Who could resist?
Who could be called a lecher if they did resist?
Being at another’s mercy was never pleasant.
Especially for Kuro, who lacked any knightly pride. He’d flee if overpowered, adapt to circumstances, and always choose the optimal solution.
Devoid of the valiant spirit of true strongmen, lacking Conqueror’s Haki—but he didn’t care. Though he envied it, he didn’t need such trinkets.
Even the most dazzling Conqueror’s Haki, the highest innate talent, had limits.
After all, they couldn’t fly, could they?
“Flying Dragon strikes the face—how do you lose?”
Kuro laughed, gazing down at Red-Haired Shanks. “Tell me, how many cannonballs can you block? How long before my assault breaks you?”
Splash!
As his words fell, seawater surged again, tsunami waves crashing from all directions toward Shanks’ lifeboats.
Truth be told, if Shanks had anchored on his island, even a small one, Kuro would’ve struggled. He’d have to face him head-on.
But Shanks recklessly sailed a single ship to intercept him at sea.
It was like setting up a cot in the bathroom—right beside the toilet.
How dare he challenge Kuro, a Float-Float Fruit ability user, on the Grand Line itself? Where did he get that confidence?
The Four Emperors’ fame wasn’t meant to be flaunted like this.
“You see, when it comes to Face King Master, I’m clearly superior.”
Kuro grinned. “The Grand Line itself bows to me—summoning tsunamis, calling rain at will!”
Swoosh!
Monsoon rains fell like a dense blade network, slashing against their Armament Haki-protected bodies.
From the skies, Kuro would dominate through attrition—bombarding with tsunamis and Azure Dragon Rain until the laser recharged. A few more blasts, and they’d perish in the Grand Line’s depths forever.
No need for close combat.
Devil Fruit users are the Grand Line’s specialty—don’t like it? Don’t play.
(End of Chapter)
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