The clash between Kuma and Magellan marked the start of a new wave of battle—this time, between the giants of the Navy and the pirates.
Vice Admiral Lacroix of the Giant Tribe drew his long blade and slashed at Magellan's blood-red arm on his left flank.
On the other side, Vice Admiral Lonz wasn't about to be outdone. He whipped up a fierce gust of wind with his massive battle axe, aiming a devious upward strike straight for Magellan's groin.
"You two are gonna get some bad karma acting like that, y'know~!"
A goofy, dopey-sounding voice suddenly rang in the ears of both Giant Vice Admirals.
Startled, they realized that at some point, a "shorty" only about ten meters tall had appeared between them.
The unshaven little man tilted his head back to look up at them, lazily digging in his nose as he rumbled,
"You guys are really tall, huh."
LaCroix and Lonz exchanged a confused glance. Their strikes toward Magellan had unknowingly come to a halt.
"Well then, guess I'll just grow a bit bigger too!"
San Juan Wolf's body suddenly expanded—exploding from ten meters tall to a towering forty meters in the blink of an eye.
What was once a little man looking up at two giants had now become a behemoth looking down on them.
His two massive arms, like twin mountains, came down to rest on their shoulders.
The two Giant Vice Admirals felt an immense force overwhelm them. Even with their innate giant strength, they couldn't resist as they were yanked down into San Juan's flanks like ragdolls.
Then, San Juan clasped his massive hands together.
An overwhelming pressure crushed their chests and abdomens, instantly forcing all the air from their lungs. They couldn't draw another breath.
To make matters worse, their necks were locked tightly beneath San Juan's arms, cutting off blood flow to the brain.
In just a few seconds, their vision went dark—and they both passed out on the spot.
San Juan loosened his arms and tossed the two hulking mounds of flesh to the ground like garbage. Then he turned and charged toward another Giant Vice Admiral: John Giant.
John Giant was squinting toward Whitebeard, clearly looking for a chance to ambush and earn some glory.
Suddenly, a chill ran up the back of his neck. He turned around on instinct.
And there stood a giant he didn't recognize—grinning at him with a simple, dumb smile.
"Where the hell did this guy come from?"
Before the thought could even finish, he felt his feet leave the ground.
San Juan had grabbed him right where he stood, spun him around like a sack of garbage, and hurled him straight toward the exit of Crescent Bay.
Meanwhile, high above the battlefield, Magellan and Kuma had already exchanged a dozen brutal blows midair.
Though Kuma was larger, Magellan was clearly more agile and precise, gaining the upper hand in the brawl.
With San Juan's help keeping the Giant Vice Admirals at bay, Magellan was free to unleash the full power of his two blood-red arms—no longer needing to worry about sneak attacks from behind.
In the next instant, the two giant arms clapped together with a thunderous crash—like squashing a mosquito.
Kuma was caught right between them.
Worse yet, those red arms weren't just for show—they were infused with a deadly venom that drained life force on contact.
Even Kuma's fully modified, cyborg-enhanced body couldn't endure such an attack.
He passed out cold, plummeting from the sky.
Magellan's blood-red arms cushioned him back to the ground, then retracted into his body.
Back below, San Juan shrank down to his ten-meter form, squatted under the Moby Dick's hull, and started happily picking his nose—watching the chaos of other battles with childlike amusement.
Though brief, the giants' clash had caught the attention of everyone nearby.
One figure in particular—Donquixote Doflamingo, another of the Seven Warlords—had yet to make a move. He now watched San Juan with growing interest.
A wicked grin spread across his face. Nearly invisible strings began to flow silently from beneath his feet, slithering across the icy surface toward San Juan.
Just as they were about to ensnare San Juan's ankle, a black nodachi dropped from the sky, slashing across the strings' path and severing them all in one stroke!
Even before the blade fell, Doflamingo had already sensed it and attempted to redirect his strings.
But this blade—as if ignoring all space and distance—completely disregarded his maneuver and forcibly cut the threads anyway.
Doflamingo was mildly surprised, but the sinister grin on his face only grew wider.
"Keh keh keh... As expected of my favorite third-generation Corazón," he chuckled, "You haven't let me down."
The nodachi spun in the air and returned to the hands of Trafalgar Law, who stood firm on the Moby Dick's deck.
Law stared Doflamingo down, unable to conceal the hatred in his eyes.
He shouted, "Let's settle everything between us—right here on this battlefield!"
As he spoke, the nodachi named Kikoku trembled violently, letting out a haunting wail like ghosts crying in agony.
Law lunged at Doflamingo, blade-first.
Doflamingo casually pushed his pink-tinted sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, laughing.
"Not bad… you've even developed a new ability for your Devil Fruit?"
"From the looks of it… you've applied high-frequency vibrations to your blade. There's even some electricity mixed in. Truly impressive."
By the end of his words, he was already clapping sarcastically—completely ignoring the deadly sword aimed at him.
But Law suddenly stalled in mid-air—unable to continue his charge.
Because a dense net of invisible strings had already filled the space between him and Doflamingo.
If he tried to force his way through, it would cost enormous energy to cut through them—and even then, there was no guarantee he could land a meaningful hit.
Law flipped back and landed on the ground, frustration boiling inside him.
"Damn it… When I use my electric strike mode, I can't use my space-slashing ability. If I could, there's no way these threads would stop me!"
Doflamingo's evil grin only poured fuel on Law's fury—until the rage, long buried in his heart, finally erupted.
"Screw it! If I can just get close—just once—I'll finish it with the Gamma Knife! Even if it kills me, it'll be worth it!"
With that resolve, Law held his blade horizontally and charged again—this time with no hesitation.
And in that moment, his spirit entered a strange state of clarity.
A sudden flash of enlightenment surged into his mind—an indescribable, profound realization.
He looked up by instinct—only to see the graceful and unshakable figure of Roya, walking ahead.
And in that moment, Law understood: Roya had finally acknowledged him.
His blade trembled violently again, brilliant arcs of electricity bursting from its darkened edge.
This time, Law hesitated no more.
The wail of Kikoku narrowed into a piercing beam of sound. With surgical precision, it slipped between the web of transparent strings and sped straight for the still-grinning Doflamingo.
Law's forward motion froze.
Doflamingo, however, shuddered violently.
Behind his sunglasses, his eyes widened in disbelief.
His body—shattered in an instant.
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