One Sword!
The fused giant rose from the earth—a mountain of jumbled corpses, living and dead twisted into one grotesque mass. Some natives weren't even fully deceased; their exposed heads twitched, mouths gaping in silent, agonized howls.
Whether it was the weather or some innate power of the abomination, dark clouds gathered overhead, swallowing the moonlight whole.
Beneath the storm, the forty-meter-tall colossus loomed like a living hill. Yang Ning—standing at 1.8 meters—barely reached its ankles. He had to crane his neck just to see its face.
Thankfully, the thing wasn't as densely muscled as Hei Lu's earlier Hulk form. Though towering, it was strangely slender—perhaps the combined flesh of thousands still wasn't enough to fill such a frame.
And without warning, it attacked.
***Boom!***
A fist the size of a house slammed down—wind pressure so intense it formed shockwaves, blood mist swirling around its surface.
Yang Ning's Observation Haki blared in his skull—**maximum alert**.
"This isn't a cheat code?!" he hissed through gritted teeth. "There's a **cheater** here!"
He dodged desperately. The strike's power rivaled **Bullet** after activating the Fusion-Fusion Fruit—raw, overwhelming, almost emperor-tier.
But Bullet was a demon's heir, a candidate for Four Emperors.
Hei Lu? Just a tribal thug from the early Grand Line.
Fury burned in Yang Ning's chest as he evaded another earth-shattering blow.
The giant's fists cratered the hill beneath him—spiderweb cracks radiating outward. With one final strike, the hill **vanished**, replaced by a small valley.
"All you can do is scurry like a bug?!" Hei Lu's voice boomed from the giant's forehead, frantic, taunting. "Where's your bravado now? **Fight me head-on!**"
Yang Ning rolled his eyes.
*Getting impatient already.*
He had no intention of engaging directly. The thing was shedding flesh with every swing—clearly a short-duration, one-time technique. Only a fool would brawl with it.
He had high armor—not high blood pressure. He wasn't suicidal.
Hei Lu, realizing Yang Ning's plan, sneered.
"Heh. You think hiding helps? Your **crew** is still on this island."
The giant **turned**—and strode toward the coast.
It didn't know where Nami and the others hid in the jungle—but it knew where the *New Windbreaker* was docked. And someone was guarding it.
With each step spanning tens of meters, the colossus **leapt over Yang Ning's head**. Trees snapped like twigs. In moments, it carved a wide, destructive path straight to the sea.
Yang Ning watched it recede, jaw tight.
His Feast skill dealt just over 2,000 damage—even against non-humans. At this size, killing it would take **hundreds** of strikes. A war of attrition he couldn't afford.
But could he let it reach his crew?
**No.**
He sheathed Kotetsu—and **leapt**.
His small figure raced along the giant's newly forged path, weaving between fallen trunks. He scaled a massive tree and stood at its peak—blocking the abomination's way.
"**Yo~~~** Finally stopped running?" the giant rumbled, lowering its head to eye level. The sheer scale of it pressed down like gravity itself. Hei Lu's distorted face—embedded in the forehead—grinned with smug triumph.
"Ah," Yang Ning said, voice steady as still water, "not running anymore."
He met the green glow in Hei Lu's eyes without flinching.
Sometimes, the greatest insult isn't defiance—it's **calm**.
Hei Lu **snapped**.
"**Why aren't you afraid?! Why won't you beg?!**" he shrieked. "**DIE! DIE!**"
The giant's body pulsed—green veins flaring. A vortex of wind, thick with the stench of blood, coalesced in its right hand.
It reared back—fist raised to the storm clouds—then **slammed down** with apocalyptic force.
Five hundred meters away, Nami, Sylvester, and Willie froze in their camp. The sheer scale of the attack made their knees buckle.
"What… what **monster** is this?!"
"Is the **Grand Line** really this terrifying?!"
But Yang Ning didn't flinch.
He placed Kotetsu at his waist. He'd spent months refining how to layer every passive damage boost—Soul Drain, Starfire Blade, Feast—into **one strike**. He'd cracked the essence of swordsmanship.
And tonight… he'd unveil it.
> "One strike, a thousand slashes.
> All things return to annihilation.
> Blazing brighter than the sun.
> All living beings sing its praise."
> **"One-Sword Style Secret Technique:
> Blazing Fire and Unbridled Fury – Annihilation of Heaven and Earth!"**
A point of light ignited at the blade's tip—then exploded into a **thousand-meter-long sword aura**, white-hot and blinding.
The air itself screamed as the slash tore forward—condensed sword intent cutting through reality.
It met the giant's crimson fist mid-air.
The collision **detonated**.
Shockwaves ripped through the jungle. Trees—big and small—shot into the sky like dry grass. Nami and the others were hurled backward, tumbling through the air.
When they landed, dazed, the battle was already over.
The white aura had **shredded** the blood-red vortex—then carved straight through the giant's arm, chest, and core.
"**Impossible! I am a god!**" Hei Lu's voice howled from the forehead.
The light didn't pause.
***Whoosh.***
The flesh giant **disintegrated**—sliced clean, like tofu under a hot blade. The white band swept across the entire island sky.
One sword.
It silenced wind and rain.
It erased gods.
The aura dissolved into shimmering particles.
And in its wake—**nothing remained**.
Not the giant.
Not the trees within a kilometer.
Not even clouds survived—the sky itself was **cleared** by the residual force.
Total. Absolute.
**Annihilation.**
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