"Hello? Hey?"
On the other end of the line, Sengoku frowned as Wayne abruptly hung up. He put down the Den Den Mushi and rubbed his aching forehead.
"Of all the idiots in the world, they had to provoke him?"
"No, this can't go on. I need to send reinforcements immediately..."
Sengoku weighed his options. Aokiji was away from headquarters. Akainu was available, but by the time he got there, it'd be too late.
That left only one viable choice: Admiral Borsalino Kizaru.
As the wielder of the Glint-Glint Fruit, Kizaru possessed the fastest speed in the world. He was the perfect candidate for the job.
Sengoku quickly dialed the line.
Brrr... Brrr...
"Pick up already, Borsalino!" Sengoku growled in his mind.
"Moshi moshi? This is Borsalino. Who's calling? Huh? No sound?"
Relaxing on vacation at Sabaody Archipelago, Kizaru stared at his Den Den Mushi in confusion, then pulled out another one from his coat pocket.
Finally, Sengoku's anxious voice came through.
"Listen closely this is an emergency! Saint Charlos is currently on Slave Island..."
"Get over there now and keep an eye on Wayne. You know how dangerous that lunatic gets when he loses it!"
"And if possible... try to keep Slaive alive too. We'll be in deep trouble if something happens to him and the Celestial Dragons start complaining."
Kizaru listened in silence. Then, in his usual lazy drawl, he replied, "All right, all right. Got it."
He hung up, lit a cigarillo, and exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Wayne the Warlord... How scary..."
With that, he transformed into a beam of golden light and shot toward Slave Island.
On Slave Island.
Wayne stood calmly, unfazed, surrounded by hundreds of gangsters closing in from all directions.
Slaive claimed to have three thousand men at his command, but how many were actually strong? Swordmasters like Xivi were rare. These thugs were barely cannon fodder.
Wayne smiled faintly as he raised his voice.
"Raijin Domain: Divine Judgment!"
As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere shifted. A five-hundred-meter radius around him shimmered with a subtle charge.
Tiny arcs of electricity crackled through the air. Then, with a mere thought, bolts of lightning rained down each one striking with terrifying precision.
Dozens hundreds of gangsters screamed as their bodies convulsed, paralyzed mid-swing or mid-run. They dropped to the ground in heaps, unconscious or worse.
This was Wayne's original technique, inspired by Enel's "Mantra" and area-wide lightning attacks in the original series. While Enel's lightning could strike across vast distances, it lacked punch and could only hit so many targets.
Wayne's version solved that.
His Divine Judgment unleashed potentially unlimited bolts within its range each one packing at least ten million volts. And as Wayne refined his Devil Fruit powers, both range and destructive force would only grow.
This was his second mass-scale combat technique after Conqueror's Haki.
Ten million volts? In the modern world, 220 volts can kill a normal person. Over 3,000 volts is considered high voltage.
But in the One Piece world? Everyone had insane durability especially hardened pirates and gang enforcers.
Even so, Wayne's lightning tore through them like a hot knife through butter.
The flash faded. Some of the tougher gangsters were still conscious. More poured in from the outskirts.
Wayne shrugged.
"Fine. Let's do it again."
"Raijin Domain: Divine Judgment!"
He repeated it once. Then again.
And again.
By the fourth round, not a single thug was left standing.
Wayne vs. Three Thousand.
Victory.
Slaive, watching from a distance, trembled as one follower after another collapsed. He turned to run.
But before he could take a step, Wayne appeared in a crackling flash, blocking his path.
Slaive stared at him in terror, as if facing a nightmare from hell.
"P-please... don't kill me..."
He opened his mouth to speak further but no sound came out.
Wayne tilted his head.
"What's this? Mime performance now?"
Slaive froze. His eyes narrowed with hatred. In a final act of defiance, he pulled a pistol from his coat and fired repeatedly.
Wayne didn't even move.
Bullets without Haki were utterly useless against his Lightning Body.
"Thirty Million Volts: Thunderbird."
Wayne flicked his wrist. A streak of violet light shot from his palm an electric bird that slammed directly into Slaive.
Slaive's eyes rolled back. Smoke curled from his mouth. He hit the ground with a thud.
Wayne frowned.
"That's it? One of the Dark World's Top Ten... and this is all you've got? What a waste of a Devil Fruit."
From the name alone, the Enslave-Enslave Fruit sounded absurdly overpowered. But this Slaive... his actual strength was laughable. At most, he had the physique of a Marine captain and didn't even know how to use Haki.
Suddenly, Wayne's Observation Haki sensed something an overwhelming presence, rapidly approaching.
He didn't hesitate.
Drawing Rakshasa, he sliced through Slaive's neck.
Thus fell Slaive, one of the so-called Kings of the Underworld.
Wayne narrowed his eyes.
"Something's off..."
But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what. Slaive was dead. His gang in ruins.
Whatever the strange feeling was... it didn't matter.
There was an even greater threat approaching.
Above him, a beam of golden light descended from the sky. It paused mid-air, condensing into a tall, slim figure.
"Ooh la la... The younger generation these days is just terrifying, huh? What a mess you've made..."
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