One Piece:Revenge Against Celestial Dragons.

"The power of darkness that devours everything… and the power of earthquakes that destroy the world!"

There was no time to question why Iggy appeared so suddenly on the battlefield, especially at such a critical moment.

Nor was there time to understand how the Avengers possessed multiple soul containers capable of holding two Devil Fruits.

But Teach knew one thing clearly—

Iggy was more cunning than himself. He carried a darker ambition, hidden behind a calm face. He was far more dangerous than most could imagine.

And even more terrifying, Iggy had inherited the powers of the strongest man in the world… and now wielded the strength to destroy it.

"Everyone retreat!!!"

Rather than throw stones at a mountain, Teach—always one to think long-term—made the decision immediately. He ordered his men to pull back.

Better to preserve their lives than confront an enemy who had already robbed him of victory twice—and could now destroy an island in one strike.

Blackbeard led the charge toward the shore, retreating with his crew in tow. But he failed to realize… someone had stayed behind.

A tall figure turned back.

Facing Iggy—the Avenger with dual monstrous powers—stood a man who defied orders.

"As a captain, you're just running away?"

It was Avalo Pizarro, the so-called "Evil King," who had only just regained his freedom from Impel Down's sixth level.

A relic of the old era, imprisoned by the World Government in an attempt to erase his name from history. Since joining the Blackbeard Pirates, he had never truly accepted Teach's authority.

Now, with Teach retreating in the face of a challenge, Pizarro was more determined than ever to seize command through brute strength.

"I'll take care of this pest myself… and then I'll be your new captain, meow."

Without hesitation, he turned and began strolling toward Iggy, unbothered by the teen's overwhelming presence.

As he walked, he suddenly "swiped"—pulling out two three-barreled pistols. Both hands opened fire with a thunderous roar.

Each pistol unleashed three bullets per trigger pull. With both hands firing at once, the barrage quickly reached machine gun-level firepower.

Managing the recoil with practiced ease, Pizarro shifted from side to side, reloading with professional precision, turning the area into a bullet-laced death trap.

Iggy's figure flickered among the smoke and dust, dodging left and right as craters erupted beneath his feet.

"Let's see how long you can dodge!"

Pizarro's speed increased, his feet a blur. Every step launched a shot from his gun, each muzzle flash faster than the last.

Iggy minimized his movements and began using "Paper Art"—his body dancing narrowly through the storm of bullets.

Even then, he couldn't dodge them all. The bullets ripped through the battlefield like a storm, tearing the ground apart and riddling Iggy's form with damage.

"You're done this time, meow!"

Soaring through the air, the Evil King closed the distance, grabbing Iggy's shoulder with his left hand. With his right, he leveled a massive cannon at Iggy's chest.

A deafening blast detonated from the cannon's muzzle, launching a cone-shaped shockwave that tore through the battlefield for half a kilometer.

Everything in its path was obliterated. Earth, flesh, and stone were flung far into the air like discarded scraps.

When the smoke cleared, a massive, cone-shaped trench had been gouged into the ground—some craters reaching ten meters deep.

"Not bad for a Level Six criminal…"

Lying in the ravine, Iggy was covered in bullet wounds. His upper body had been blasted into a bloody crater.

But in the center of his shattered ribs, his exposed heart still beat—relentless.

Just before the cannon fired, Iggy had hardened his flesh with Armament Haki, layering protection to absorb the impact.

Still, the force behind the blow was undeniable. That cannon had likely killed countless enemies before.

But—

"It's meaningless."

A battlefield filled with death was paradise for someone like Iggy. His power let him absorb life energy—making him nearly unkillable.

As long as his core wasn't destroyed, he could regenerate. In moments, his body mended itself as fresh life force surged into his wounds.

The Evil King stared, dumbfounded, as Iggy slowly stood—healed and steady. His jaw clenched in rage.

"You cocky brat!"

Pizarro lunged forward, swinging a massive steel-covered fist at Iggy.

But Iggy met it head-on with his own Armament Haki punch—imbued with years of honed combat instinct.

The collision cracked the steel plating, sending shards flying. Iggy's fist smashed into Pizarro's face, knocking him back.

The Evil King raised an arm to block, but the force crushed his other gauntlet instantly. Steel flew everywhere.

Twisting in midair, Iggy slammed a powerful kick toward his enemy's head. Pizarro blocked again, crossing both arms.

Bang!

Even through muscle and steel, the impact shook him to the core. The blow reached his jaw, loosening his grip on consciousness.

He crashed to the ground, both forearms fractured, jaw slack and dangling.

"Raaahhhh!!!"

Defeated and humiliated, Pizarro lost all sense of pride. His human roar twisted into something feral.

Falling to all fours, his hair grew out wildly. His teeth elongated into two-meter fangs.

Fur burst from his face, and his body swelled—now as massive as a fortress.

A saber-toothed tiger… an Ancient Zoan-type.

"So it's an Ancient Zoan…"

Watching the transformation, Iggy's face remained blank. No fear. No awe.

The beast lunged forward, maw wide open, fangs gleaming with lethal intent.

It roared as it charged, biting and clawing with primal fury.

"Perfect. Let's test something new…"

Iggy launched himself into the air, his hand glowing with a white aura.

With perfect timing, he slammed his fist straight into the beast's mouth.

Crack!

The impact shattered the tiger's long teeth. Pizarro's mind blanked from the pain.

In the next instant, his massive body exploded from within—organs, blood, and bones rained down like a crimson storm.

The shockwave of the blow surged across the battlefield, splitting the earth and hurtling toward Teach's retreating crew.

Though the Evil King had bought them a minute, it wasn't enough.

The power Iggy unleashed caught up instantly. Half the island was torn apart by the quake.

Buildings crumbled, the ground buckled. Teach fled desperately through chaos that rivaled divine punishment.

"This can't be my end!"

At the rear, Doc Q—the "Grim Reaper"—frantically whipped his diseased horse Zolo, but the beast was far too slow.

The quake's roar filled his ears, then the earth split beneath him. Both rider and horse vanished into the chasm.

The rock walls closed in like jaws. Screams echoed—then silence.

The infamous ship doctor, swallowed whole by the planet itself—crushed and buried, leaving no corpse behind.

His miserable life, consumed completely.

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"Enjoyed the chapters? Good. Now, cough up those Powerstones~ (＾▽＾)"