Chapter 41: The Mighty Ryuryu
When Jiang Qize saw what happened, the corner of his mouth curved into a cold smile.
Already lost one arm and still hasn't learned his lesson?
Does he really think being a Logia makes him invincible?
In the first half of the Grand Line, there weren't many strong users of Armament Haki—but unfortunately for Crocodile, both Jiang Qize and his dinosaurs were among that rare few.
Crocodile smirked, completely ignoring the steel blade still embedded in his body.
"Crescent Dune!"
His remaining hand transformed into a massive, crescent-shaped blade of sand that slashed across Ryuryu's torso.
"Die, hahaha—!"
Crocodile burst into wild, arrogant laughter.
The spot where Ryuryu had been struck began to dry out—the moisture in his bronze flesh draining away.
Crocodile's grin widened. This was one of his perfected techniques: anyone struck by it would have their body's water sucked out until they became a mummified corpse.
But in the next moment, his expression froze. A dark sheen rippled across the bronze giant's body, stopping the sand from absorbing even a drop of moisture.
Then—an enormous steel blade came slashing down.
Whoosh!
Crocodile instantly dissolved into sand and scattered, reforming several meters away.
Boom!
The massive blade smashed into the ground, carving a deep fissure more than ten meters long. A wave of dust and debris swept out in all directions.
"Armament… Haki!" Crocodile spat through gritted teeth, glaring at Ryuryu. His eyes burned with hatred—it was as if he had been dragged back to that moment when Whitebeard's attack had severed his arm.
"Die!"
Ryuryu's massive eyes gleamed with the cold light of a predator. Both his blades darkened, coated in Armament Haki, exuding a chilling aura.
Then—he swung them down.
"Sandstorm!"
Crocodile roared, hurling a violent sandstorm from his hand.
The raging storm collided with the descending blades.
BOOM!!
The sandstorm exploded outward, hurling waves of sand and wind in every direction. The ground was blasted into a crater.
Rumble!
Nearby houses were ripped apart and flung aside by the shockwave.
Ryuryu didn't retreat—he charged forward again.
Crocodile no longer dared rely on his Logia intangibility. His hands turned into twin Desert Spadas as he met Ryuryu head-on.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Deafening explosions echoed across the area.
Within a radius of several hundred meters, the battlefield had turned into a wasteland of sand and destruction. Shockwaves tore through the air as buildings collapsed one after another.
Terrified townsfolk watched from afar, retreating step by step. None dared approach.
"Too terrifying… that's the Sand Crocodile himself…"
"A Logia user really is a monster. If we charged in together, we'd all be buried in that sand in seconds."
"Let them fight! Best if they both end up dead."
Some people trembled in fear; others, mostly bounty hunters with greedy eyes, watched the fight with barely contained excitement.
Once the battle ended, someone was bound to be injured—or dead. Either way, they could collect a bounty.
"Rooaaar!"
A thunderous roar echoed through the chaos.
Everyone turned their eyes toward the sound.
A dark shape came hurtling out of the storm, smashing through several houses before finally crashing to a stop.
From within the swirling dust, a massive silhouette emerged—
Ryuryu, fully transformed into his dinosaur form, his bronze-scaled body glowing faintly, his several-meter-long tail wrapped in Armament Haki.
"It's the Summoner's beast!"
"Unbelievable… even a Logia got beaten?"
"So that's the power of a Summoner…"
The bounty hunters and residents alike stared in stunned disbelief, eyes wide as they took in the sight before them.
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