Rolan raised an eyebrow, observing the scene. Wasn't this the Yellow Monkey's move?
He hadn't expected Franky to replicate it so perfectly. This pervert clearly still had tricks up his sleeve. Given time, he might even achieve something truly formidable.
"You hateful Rolan and his crew! Let me show you what a Four Emperors really is!" Big Mom shouted, reaching out with both hands.
Immediately, a continuously discharging thundercloud floated to her left, a fiercely burning flame hovered behind her right shoulder, and she brandished a sword with a human face in her hand.
The Big Mom Pirates trembled at the sight; Mama had almost never appeared like this. Their nerves tightened instantly.
Big Mom's eyes reddened as she swung Napoleon toward Franky.
"Conquest!"
A massive sword-shaped energy, purple and sparking with lightning, shot toward Franky. It carved a deep gully in the ground and shattered nearby buildings with the hurricane force it generated.
Just as it neared Franky, the energy exploded as if striking an invisible barrier, scattering in all directions.
Big Mom, smiling moments before, froze, sensing her attack had been intercepted.
"Who is it?"
As the smoke cleared, a figure slowly emerged.
"Hey, hey, your opponent is me."
"Mama, Rolan Boy, let me see if you're truly as powerful as the rumors say."
Big Mom picked up Prometheus, covering Napoleon with flames. Stomping the ground, she charged at Rolan at high speed, raising the flaming Napoleon above her head.
"Emperor Sword: Breaking Blade!"
Rolan raised his right arm, Armament Haki coating his hand as he blocked the strike. Sparks flew with a sharp clang. The aura generated by the clash whipped his black hair around violently. The force traveled through his arm, spreading to his entire body.
Cracks radiated outward from the ground beneath him, yet he didn't budge.
He clenched his left hand, enveloped it with Ryuo, and punched Big Mom's abdomen.
Big Mom was launched backward violently, faster than ever before. She smashed through several buildings, stopping only when she collided with Cake City's outskirts.
"Cough, cough, cough~"
Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
"Damn Rolan Boy, can he really use Ryuo?" She clutched her midsection, feeling as if her organs were about to shatter.
Her children watched, stunned.
"Impossible! Mama was sent flying again!"
"Mama won't be defeated just like that, right?"
Charlotte Cracker, Big Mom's tenth son, appeared, wielding a giant sword.
"Damn it, Rolan Boy! What did you do to Mama?"
He swung his long sword, coated with Armament Haki, aiming at Rolan's face.
"Clang~"
A pitch-black long staff blocked him.
"Heh heh heh, let's finish what we started," came a voice, accompanied by the crackle of lightning.
Cracker's eyes widened in fury. "It's you? Enel!!!"
He remembered the last encounter, where Enel had humiliated them effortlessly. Never before had anyone moved freely across their ship like that.
"Last time, Perospero Big Brother stopped us. Now it's time to settle old scores," Enel said, extending his pinky to his ear.
"Feel the might of thunder!"
Enel transformed into lightning, appearing beside Cracker. Armament Haki coated his right foot as he spun, kicking toward Cracker's temple.
Cracker blocked with his left hand but was sent sliding dozens of meters, plowing a deep furrow into the ground.
Rolan's lips curved slightly. After several lessons, even the arrogant God of Thunder had learned there were always stronger opponents.
BIG MOM crawled out from the rubble, glaring at Rolan from a distance, blood trickling from her mouth, disheveled.
"It hurts so much, you hateful Rolan Boy."
Her children stared in shock.
"Impossible! Mama is actually injured!"
"This is the first time we've seen Mama bleed."
Charlotte Oven, Big Mom's fourth son, stepped forward. A muscular figure with three fan-shaped orange hair tufts, wearing only an orange cape, approached.
"Mama, let me handle these pirates!" His fists glowed crimson as he neared Rolan.
"Hey, don't you know your own strength? You're asking for death."
A ball of flame appeared in front of Oven.
"Fire Fist!"
He was engulfed in fire, but his voice came from within the blaze.
Lina chuckled. "Stinky Uncle, I wonder how high a temperature you can withstand. My flames can reach infinitely high."
Rolan glanced at her, feeling unusually at ease. Despite her loli-like appearance, Lina's raw strength ranked among the top four of the Ion Tempest crew. Harmless in looks, she could cause earth-shattering destruction.
Crocodile frowned. At this rate, he might be left without opponents, stuck cleaning cannon fodder.
He looked at Smoothie and shook his head. Victory against a woman held little excitement.
He sought Perospero, recalling how arrogantly he'd forced them to accept Big Mom's invitation.
A voice beside Perospero said, "Every time I see your hypocritical face, I feel disgusted."
Perospero licked his lips. "I don't like looking at yours either."
"I hope your strength is as impressive as your tongue."
Perospero's expression darkened. His tongue was his pride and taboo. No one could defame it.
"You're asking to die!"
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