But soon, Vir came to a stop.
At that moment, his brows were tightly furrowed.
However, Jozu, on the other side, thought his shouting had successfully worked.
Drenched from head to toe, he let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Hah~ Hah~ Thank goodness, my godfather hasn't lost his mind. Otherwise... otherwise, today would've been a total disaster."
Seeing Vir stop, Whitebeard also heaved a sigh of relief, silently giving Jozu a thumbs-up in his heart.
This kid is way too reckless.
The sensation of diamond buttocks nearly drove Whitebeard insane.
But what Whitebeard didn't notice was that he was still motionless inside... He hadn't come out at all.
Just as everyone was catching their breath—
Vir, who had barely rested for a moment, started moving again...
He realized that mere friction wasn't enough to get Whitebeard out.
The guy's soul was just too damn big.
But the tool's instructions were clear: make the exit point contact the patient's head, and the soul transfer would be complete.
Good! If it's not transferring now, does that mean the contact isn't sufficient?
Screw it, whether it is or not, he had to try it first!
Soon, Vir positioned himself above Whitebeard's head and grabbed Jozu by the waist.
Then—
LIFT—
AND—
SLAM!
BOOM!
A heavy, muffled impact echoed through the air.
The entire plaza fell into stunned silence.
Everyone clearly saw that after Vir's strike, Whitebeard's head seemed to sink slightly into the ground.
That alone showed just how brutal that hit had been.
The sheer force of the impact was terrifying.
If not for Whitebeard's incredibly resilient body, that single strike would've left a perfect butt-shaped imprint on his face.
After a brief silence—
The plaza, once again rendered speechless, finally let out a few murmurs.
"Did... did Vir just give Pops a 'Diamond Butt Drop'? Am I seeing things?"
"Well, unless we're all blind, Pops definitely just got nearly crushed by Jozu's ass."
"Holy shit! Jozu! Are you seriously developing a new move here?! 'Diamond Butt Bombardment'?!"
"Damn it! Pops! He's not gonna get sat to death, is he?!"
The Whitebeard Pirates gulped nervously, their faces twisted with worry for their captain.
"Don't be ridiculous! Even if Jozu went all out, there's no way he could hurt Pops! Relax! Pops is strong as hell!"
Marco frowned, displeased.
These idiots were actually doubting whether their captain could handle it?
How absurd!
Did they really have so little faith in Pops?
Tch—!
"Yeah! We gotta believe in Pops!"
Ace also stepped forward, voicing his support.
Hearing this, the others nodded. Right! They were underestimating Pops!
That's our—
*BOOM!*
Another muffled impact cut off their thoughts.
Before they could even turn their heads—
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*
The impacts started coming in rapid succession!
Hmm, at first, it was slow... but soon—very soon—he started going wild!
*BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!*
The strikes were already blending into a continuous barrage!
Vir was completely losing himself in the rhythm!
As time passed, the force behind each impact grew increasingly inhuman!
The very ground began to tremble!
Watching Vir wield that "toy" like it was the sledgehammer, everyone was once again dumbfounded.
What kind of grudge was this?!
What kind of grudge justifies smashing like this?!
After the first strike, Vir had noticed—it worked!
The soul had moved!
It was effective!
Good, good, good! As long as it works! Nyehehehe! Sorry, old man!
And so, he proceeded to unleash a relentless onslaught on Whitebeard.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You've earned 300,000 negative points!]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You've earned 500,000 negative points!]
[Ding!...]
The negative points were exploding—completely skyrocketing!
But Vir showed no signs of stopping.
Under the horrified, increasingly fearful gazes of the crowd, his grin grew even more manic!
"He's still smashing! He's still smashing! He's already made a crater!"
"Wait! Holy crap! He's not satisfied yet! He—He's—He's pulling out the big guns now!"
"Armament Haki! His hands are coated in Armament Haki now! Damn it! At this rate, won't Jozu's ass get completely crushed?!"
"The tremors are insane! Whoa—hold up! He's still escalating! He's still not flying high enough! He's jumping over ten meters in the air before smashing down now!"
"WHAT THE HELL?! I'm getting bounced up from the ground! No—this still isn't his limit! He's started using his feet now! Leaping over ten meters, then driving Jozu's crotch straight down!"
"Gah—! Just watching hurts! Did you guys hear that? Pops' face just made a cracking sound! Did it get shattered?! That's insane!"
"Damn it! He's started shouting move names now! Holy—why did the power suddenly spike so much?!"
As they watched, the spectators instinctively clenched their legs together.
The sheer visual impact of Vir stomping down from over ten meters in the air, driving Jozu's groin into Whitebeard's face, was simply too much.
The Whitebeard Pirates, who had earlier been confident in their Pops' resilience, now didn't dare to even think about it.
They were terrified that if they entertained the thought for even a second, Vir would pull out something even more absurd and give them another "minor" visual shock...
Meanwhile, Vir kept hyping himself up.
"Crow Takes Flight! Black Tiger Steals the Heart! Tornado Wrecks the Parking Lot! Mount Tai Crushes the Summit! Twin Dragons Play with Pearls! One Tiger Kills Two Sheep! Wolf Advances!"
"Antelope Leaps! Elephant Stomps the Mouse! Soaring Dragon Reaches the Heavens!"
"Granny Burrows Under the Blanket!"
After a flurry of aerial maneuvers, Whitebeard was finally halfway out.
Vir didn't dare stop—because this bastard actually had a tendency to retreat back inside!
So he abandoned the jumping—the frequency just wasn't cutting it.
Instead, he grabbed Jozu's head and tilted it slightly, ensuring his buttocks were perfectly aligned with Whitebeard while his crotch faced upward.
Then—
Leg Enhancement! Armament Haki! Lightning Charge! Flame Propulsion! Float Acceleration!
And then—
*BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM!*
"WAR STOMP!! DIE! DIE! GET IN! GET IN!"
"Crippling Strike! Massacre! DIE! DIE! DIE!"
With each roar, the earth itself seemed to cry out in response.
The Whitebeard Pirates were utterly dumbstruck.
Jozu was completely wrecked.
"He... he's still got more?! That wasn't even his limit?!"
"Damn it... At this point, can Pops even survive?!"
"Whether Pops survives or not is one thing... but right now, he's already got both feet in the coffin..."
Over there, Aokiji watched the scene with a sense of déjà vu.
Back then, his eye had also been forcibly stuffed back in by this guy in a similar fashion.
And if he recalled correctly... the lines back then were pretty much the same too.
After a relentless stomping session, the long-awaited "squelch" finally sounded.
Vir finally stopped.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he exhaled deeply—this had been one hell of a workout.
There was no way he was doing this for free. That old man Whitebeard had better compensate him properly.
Hah~
Just as he relaxed and was about to lift Jozu off Whitebeard's face—
He looked down and froze.
Jozu's underwear... seemed to have been completely destroyed by the stomping.
But Vir didn't panic.
The expected "censored" scene didn't appear.
Because...
That area had long been stomped into a literal pixelated mess...
Yeah. Jozu really took one for the team.
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