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  The two traded a blow, then quickly separated, standing dozens of feet apart, eyes locked in an inteare.

  "Hahahaha!" Arthur ughed, exhirated. Each time he met an oppo who forced him to get serious, his anticipation for the exg life that awaited him on the seas grew.

  "Let's see how strong this Armament Haki really is!"

  He wao test his owle against Armament Haki, to see if he could figure it out on his own.

  'BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!'

  Arthur stomped his foot hard, sending out a shockwave. The grouh him cracked, fissures spider-webbing outwards.

  Almost instantly, eling lightning to enhance his already formidable strength, Arthur was in front of Don Cai.

  "Whoosh!!"

  His open hand became a fist, geing a powerful bst of wind as he punched out, electricity crag at his knuckles.

  Don Cai was furious—but he hadn't lost his head. He khat peting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit in speed was a fool's errand. He could only meet the ued with the expected.

  He raised his naginata with both hands, instantly coating the sharp bde with a yer of bck Armament Haki. He met Arthur's oning iron fist head-on.

  "g!!"

  The sound of metal strikial echoed around them. The force of the impact created a powerful gust, stripping away a yer of topsoil.

  The fist striking the bde felt like hitting a thick steel pte. Pain shot from Arthur's fiips straight to his brain.

  "Pure physical strength is a losing game against Armament Haki. I have to learn it," Arthur thought. Despite the pain, his expression remained unged, the experienly fueling his iy.

  He craved battle and the thrill of a life lived on the edge.

  "What a powerful physique, to csh head-on with my Haki using only your body? Is this Whitebeard?" Don Cai's expression was incredibly grave. "If he used his Rumble-Rumble Fruit abilities, I probably wouldn't even stand a ce. Looks like I o call my father!"

  The two were locked in a stalemate. All around them, members of the Happo Navy were rushing over, alerted by the otion.

  Arthur twisted his neck. Relying on pure physical speed, his body blurred, leaving dozens of afterimages in his wake—lingering traces of his incredible speed.

  Don Cai's expression ged instantly. This speed was beyond his ability to react. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

  "Vice-Leader—behind you!!"

  A shout came from the Happo Navy crowd. Hearing the warning, Don Cai swung his naginata in an arc behind him.

  "Hahahaha—too te!" Arthur's figure appeared behind him, his hands reag for Don Cai's wrists as he swung the on.

  In the nick of time, Don Cai simply abahe naginata. A surge of shockwave suddenly enveloped his body.

  <"Hasshoken!">

  A hazy white glow emanated, seeming to repel Arthur.

  <"Break!!">

  Veins bulged on Arthur's powerful arms.

  He roared, forcefully breaking through the shockwave geed by the Hasshoken with brute strength.

  His steel-like grip closed on Don Cai's arms.

  "Up you go!"

  Arthur exerted his strength—lifting Don Cai off the ground. He grabbed Don Cai's body and smmed him brutally into the midst of the Happo Navy.

  'BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!'

  A huge soued from the crowd. Screams were incessant. Don Cai's body had knocked down a row of people.

  Arthur's speed—boosted by lightning stimution, was very fast—sed only to his teleportation using his lightning form.

  The previously fierce Don Cai was pletely disoriented by the sm—uo even stand.

  "I wao learn Armament Haki's trainihod from you, but you're such a disappoi!" Arthur was losing his enthusiasm. He looked at the remaining, still-standing fighters among the Happo Navy.

  The Happo Navy, uhe leadership of Don jao, had once been a powerful pirate crew that roamed the New World, even g with legendary figures. Yet, under Arthur's sharp gaze, they couldn't bring themselves to meet his eyes.

  "Where is Don jao? Get him here..."

  Logically speaking, with jao's Observation Haki—he shouldn't be unaware of what was happening here.

  He didn't receive a response, but Arthur wasn't disappointed. His Observation Haki was already fully active, clearly "seeing" a massive figure approag quickly, led by his subordinates.

  He didn't have to wait long. The approag figures he area.

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  Arthur's gaze fixed on the leader, a four- or five-meter-tall giant of a man, incredibly robust.

  This jao was not the decrepit old man of twenty-some years ter. He looked to be in his fifties. His long beard was slightly graying. He wore a dark green cape.

  He had a "12" tattoo at the jun of his eyebrows and temples, representing his status as the twelfth leader of the Happo Navy.

  "Don jao?" Arthur licked his lips, asking with absolute certainty, his fiery gaze gng at his fttened head.

  This unscious gnce immediately angered jao. The reality of his ft head was a sore spot, a taboo that no one dared to touch.

  "Brat, are you mog my head?"

  Almost instantly, jao's inally amiable face was covered with bulging veins. The aura emanating from him blew his graying beard upwards. He transformed from a kind old man into a demon!

  The powerful airflow geed around him pushed everyone nearby away. jao charged forward like a tank.

  The Drill-less Head created immense pressure. Hazy white energy surged, and his bald head was covered with a yer of bck Armament Haki.

  <"Hasshoken—Buto (Martial Head)!">

  jao roared, instantly entering a bat state. He stomped his feet on the ground, crag the already dipidated earth.

  His massive body leaped into the air, s like a meteor, striking downwards towards Arthur below, using his fttened head in a powerful headbutt attack.

  Like a fallieor.

  The sheer weight of his body, bined with the force of the impact, made this "Buto" strike terrifyingly powerful—far surpassing Don Cai's Hasshoken.

  His body crashed down. Arthur's eyes shone even brighter with excitement.

  This current Don jao—aside from g his drill-shaped head and fighting spirit, was still in his prime.

  In terms of pure physical power—he far surpassed Kizaru—who didn't focus on physical bat.

  "Zzzzzzt!"

  Arthur drew back his fist to his abdomen. Lightning flickered on and off on his fist. Aromagic field formed, enveloping his fist.

  "DIE!!!!!"

  jao's head smmed down. The powerful air pressure created by the impact exploded on his forehead.

  <"Lightning Fsh Fist!!">

  Uhe surging airflow, the blue greatcoat on his back billowed, fpping in the wind. The fist at his waist, glowing with brilliaricity, shot out—

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