One Piece Admiral Seirin - Chapter 58
Boom!
Gladius’s enraged explosion reduced the surrounding buildings within a radius of dozens of meters to a cloud of dust and debris.
Rosha, who had been turned into a human pincushion and was covered in blood, disappeared instantly in the swirling dust.
“Rosha!”
From the roof of a ruined building, Law, who had collapsed from exhaustion, couldn’t help but shout.
On the ground below, Bepo led Shachi and Penguin, rapidly approaching the center of the explosion.
“Marine brat, this… is what happens when you challenge the Young Master.”
In the middle of a massive crater about sixty meters in diameter, Gladius slowly rose, his expression cold.
“Are you talking about that clown, Doflamingo?”
Suddenly, a calm voice from behind startled Gladius.
“That voice… is it the Marine kid? No, impossible! How can he still be alive?”
Gladius turned in disbelief.
Through the billowing dust, a silver-haired figure stood silently two meters behind him.
Gladius saw Rosha holding the last piece of fruit with spiral patterns, slowly bringing it to his mouth.
Rosha’s cheeks moved as he chewed, savoring the taste.
Gladius’s pupils contracted sharply. “The fruit he ate… could it be…!”
“Although the manga said just a bite would grant the power, I thought I’d better eat the whole thing to be sure.”
“Yes, just after eating it, I can feel an unimaginable power awakening within me. It’s taking effect so quickly—must be a Zoan-type ability.”
Rosha muttered to himself.
His bare muscles swelled, pushing out the embedded hair strands, which clattered to the ground.
“Zoan-type?”
Hearing Rosha’s words, Gladius felt like he’d been struck by lightning, his face turning pale.
Indeed, there were two Devil Fruits in Prince’s capital.
As a high-ranking Warlord, Doflamingo had come all the way to this small, pitiful kingdom for those fruits.
They had even dispatched top family members like Trebol to assist Ilia, secretly controlling numerous pirate groups, all for those fruits.
Specifically, one of them.
The rare Devil Fruit that Ilia had traded from the Revolutionary Army for a massive amount of food.
If the Young Master obtained that fruit, it would strengthen their alliance with a certain New World power, elevating the Donquixote Family to greater heights.
They had spent nearly two years in this wretched place for that fruit, finally securing it from Ilia.
To protect it, they even had Buffalo constantly flying above, avoiding any involvement in the ground battle.
But now…
Gladius mumbled, “No, he might not have eaten the fruit the Young Master wanted, maybe it’s the other one, the Paramecia Straw-Straw Fruit. Yes, maybe…”
A sudden gust of wind whipped up the dust, forming two swirling sandstorms beside Rosha.
In Gladius’s increasingly desperate gaze, Rosha’s body swelled, growing taller.
Blue scales like finely crafted metal slowly covered his body.
His expanding form grew muscles like coiled dragons, pumping with unparalleled power.
Rosha’s legs also became covered in blue scales, his joints reversing, and his toes turned into claws, gripping the ground.
Sharp fangs emerged from his mouth, and his eyes became blue slits, exuding a terrifying majesty.
Two fiery red antlers grew from his forehead, pointing towards the sky.
Behind him, a tail covered in scales and spikes dragged on the ground.
Gladius stared in shock at the over-five-meter-tall Rosha, whose muscle-bound form exuded the aura of a primordial beast, and all hope faded.
This Marine kid had eaten the fruit the Young Master sought!
The Zoan-type, Mythical Beast, Horse-Horse Fruit, Model: Kirin!
Rarer than a Logia-type Devil Fruit!
“Young Master… we failed you. We should’ve let Buffalo take the fruit and leave.”
Gladius felt immense guilt and tears of remorse. His eyes filled with icy determination as he looked up at Rosha.
“Marine brat! If I kill you now, maybe the fruit will reappear at sea. The Young Master might still get it!”
Boom!
As if the heavens collapsed, a massive blue-scaled hand descended, cutting off Gladius’s mumbling.
Rosha’s right arm, like an ancient pillar, spread its fingers into a Kirin’s claw and grabbed Gladius’s head like a chick, squeezing lightly.
Pop.
With a soft sound, Gladius’s head exploded, splattering red and white fluid from Rosha’s fingers.
When Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin arrived, panting, at the edge of the crater, they saw Gladius’s headless body spewing blood, swaying before collapsing in a cloud of dust.
A blue figure over five meters tall glanced their way.
At that moment, the three felt the instinctual fear of prey facing a top predator, their legs giving way as they fell.
Rosha said nothing and turned towards Law’s direction.
In the next instant, a sudden windstorm whipped through the crater.
Rosha’s massive blue-scaled form vanished.
On the hellish streets of the capital, Mig Jons’s body had surpassed human limits, towering over even adult giants at a terrifying fifteen meters!
Due to overusing his powers, white worms squirmed under his skin, half-fused and half-dissolved, giving him the appearance of a giant Michelin man.
His grotesque face bore a mouth full of sharp teeth.
“Mi-hahaha! I’m unstoppable, invincible! My power is unmatched!”
“Prince Ilia, the pirate kingdom and all the treasures you worked so hard to plunder, I shall take them all. To show my gratitude, you can be my first mate. Yes, first mate. That useless Sis died to some brats.”
Jons stomped through the ruins, his massive body contrasting sharply with the small houses, like a giant in a miniature world.
Suddenly, a building rooftop expanded into a transparent dome, covering a hundred meters.
A threatening slash tore through the air, slicing the fat man flying in the sky in two.
Jons’s empty eyes focused on the rooftop.
He saw the young man with teleportation powers collapse from exhaustion.
Seeing him, Jons felt a phantom pain.
Only then did he remember what he had forgotten.
Worms squirmed under his skin, three long swords slowly emerging from his body.
Jons recognized two as fine blades he had bought for Sis.
The third, a longer katana, belonged to the young man on the rooftop.
Rage and frustration filled Jons’s muddled mind.
Boom! Boom!
The street roared as he stomped, smashing buildings, charging towards Law’s location.
“Brat! Die!”
His massive arm, seven or eight meters long, came down on the helpless Law!
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