Chapter 141
"Move, Gaban!"
"Yeah!"
Old rivals through and through, Rayleigh and Scopper Gaban did not hesitate the moment Roldy appeared. With perfect coordination, they shot forward from opposite sides—silver blade flashing, twin axes gleaming with heavy, razor-edged steel.
Both were renowned powerhouses of the sea.
Yet now, they had to admit the truth—
Roldy had reached a realm close to their captain's.
A level where he could truly battle Gol D. Roger.
Only by joining forces could they hope to hold him back.
"Gahahahaha! Good! I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"
Roldy's massive body trembled with excitement.
He inhaled deeply.
His already enormous frame began to swell—ten meters tall before it stabilized. His Mink bloodline surged forth. Bestial traits emerged across his body, bright blue electricity crackling along his fingertips.
"As you said—we've been waiting too," Rayleigh replied.
He flashed forward, blade thrusting toward Roldy's abdomen. Advanced Armament Haki (Ryuo) coated the sword.
Roldy was arrogant—but not foolish enough to tank that directly.
No matter how dense his Armament Haki was, Ryuo carried internal destruction. It could wound him.
"Then let's make a pact," Rayleigh said coldly. "Only one side leaves here alive."
The sharp killing intent from Rayleigh's blade sent blood rushing through Roldy's veins.
Roldy lashed out with a clawed palm.
With the Moa Moa no Mi's thirtyfold speed amplification, he far outpaced Rayleigh. The descending palm carried immense force—too dangerous to meet head-on.
Rayleigh had no choice but to block while simultaneously activating Observation Haki, predicting Roldy's follow-up movements.
Roldy's Observation Haki was his clear weakness.
Rayleigh knew this.
Sure enough, within Rayleigh's perception, Roldy's movements seemed to slow. He retreated sharply to the right—the giant hand grazing his coat hem as it slammed down.
"Tch. Observation Haki is such a nuisance."
The missed strike annoyed Roldy.
Compared to his Armament Haki, his Observation Haki lagged far behind. To others, his growth was still monstrous—but by his own standards, it was slow.
"You left yourself open, Roldy!"
With Roldy's back momentarily exposed, Gaban's eyes lit up. Leaping high, he brought both axes crashing down toward Roldy's spine.
Given Roldy's immense size and weaker Observation Haki, Gaban believed dodging would be impossible.
Yet—
The moment he shouted those words, unease surged in his chest.
His axes struck nothing.
The empty sensation jolted him.
His face changed instantly.
"An opening? Did I really leave one?"
From Rayleigh's vantage point, he saw it clearly—
Roldy had vanished.
That ten-meter-tall body moved like a phantom, appearing behind Gaban with impossible agility.
"I thought you'd have learned something after all these clashes," Roldy said coolly. "But it seems your pride will cost you your life, Gaban."
Subconsciously, they still saw him as a brat.
No matter how monstrous his talent—
Age was age.
Even with constant reminders not to underestimate him, bias lingered.
"Fist of Destruction Spear!"
Roldy's massive fist combined overwhelming power and speed—like a falling mountain.
Gaban couldn't dodge.
In the final instant, battle instinct saved him—his body coated in thick Armament Haki.
It saved his life.
But not his bones.
The punch shattered through his defenses.
When Roldy withdrew his fist, Gaban was embedded deep in the crater it had created. His chest was caved in. His left leg bent at a grotesque angle. Blood sprayed uncontrollably from his mouth.
"GABAN!!!"
Rayleigh roared, charging in to draw Roldy's attention.
Roldy briefly shifted targets, unleashing heavy punches toward Rayleigh. After several near-misses, his gaze flickered back toward the injured Gaban.
He advanced deliberately.
Forcing Rayleigh into a choice.
Either take the hits—
Or watch Gaban die.
In the Roger Pirates, bonds meant everything.
Rayleigh would never abandon a comrade.
He went all out, his Great Swordsman–level mastery shifting fully into defense. His blade became a near-impenetrable shell.
Meanwhile—
Gaban's breathing gradually stabilized.
One had to remember—
Top-tier fighters in this world were absurdly resilient.
Though not comparable to Roldy's monstrous physique, Gaban forced himself upright. With ruthless determination, he shoved his displaced ribs back into position. His injured leg was braced with a flintlock lashed to it.
Like an indestructible cockroach.
So—
It was time to get serious.
Roldy's fists surged with even greater power.
A single punch blasted Rayleigh backward.
Roldy glanced at them with a faint smirk.
Then inhaled deeply.
His body began expanding again.
Twelve meters.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Thirty-five.
His Giant bloodline fully awakened.
At thirty-five meters tall, he dwarfed even adult giants. Each breath stirred gusts like a storm. His furred tail lashed violently behind him. Claws extended, glinting amid artillery fire.
It had been a while since he fought at full power.
Mink bloodline—fully unleashed.
Giant bloodline—fully awakened.
And then—
A strange sensation stirred within him.
His Devil Fruit was reacting.
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