Such A Person...Is Too Scary!

"Oh? Is that so? Then enlighten us!" The round-headed old stars, One, Two, and Three, smirked, their interest piqued by Finn's cryptic statement.

Finn chuckled, his tone dismissive. "Why bother explaining? Let me show you instead."

In an instant, Finn activated the Flying Thunder God spell. His figure blurred, appearing behind one of the round-headed old stars before slashing with surgical precision. Another clone was instantly severed into three pieces.

The severed parts wriggled grotesquely before reforming into three identical copies. Finn continued his relentless attacks, his sword flashing like lightning. In no time, the number of clones surrounding him swelled to more than a dozen.

Sweat dripped from the brows of the watching Marines.

"If this keeps up, it'll never end," one murmured, his voice trembling.

Nearby, Garp clenched his fists, unable to stand idle any longer. "Finn, let me test something!" Without waiting for a response, Garp leaped forward, his iron fist colliding with one of the clones. The impact was tremendous, but to Garp's shock, the clone's strength was real.

"It's not a bluff," Garp muttered, his eyes narrowing.

"Let me try as well!" Sengoku joined the fray, unleashing a powerful Buddha Light Shockwave. The clone he targeted was forced back by the sheer force of the attack, but not before its counterstrike sent Sengoku skidding backward.

"It's the same for me," Sengoku admitted grimly. "These clones are every bit as powerful as the original."

Finn waved them off, his voice calm yet resolute. "Grandpa Garp, Grandpa Sengoku, focus on the others. Leave these to me. I've got this."

Raising his arms, Finn summoned dozens of energy swords, each blade imbued with the Flying Thunder God seal. The swords danced in the air, their paths erratic but precise, striking at the clones from impossible angles.

The round-headed old star sneered, his tone dripping with condescension. "Impressive, but how long can you keep this up? Such power must be draining. Let's see how long you last."

Despite his taunts, Finn pressed on. His energy swords multiplied, slashing through the clones and splitting them further. In moments, the number of round-headed old stars had grown to dozens.

The pirates watching from afar took notice.

"Let's crush them while they're distracted!" Charlotte Linlin roared, her laughter echoing across the battlefield. She spurred the pirates into a renewed assault.

Kaido joined in, unleashing a devastating blast of dragon's breath. The Marines scrambled to hold their ground, but many were forced to teleport away to safety.

Amidst the chaos, Vice Admiral Crane's voice cut through. "Finn! Can this go on? The number of clones is getting out of control!"

Finn smirked, unbothered by the growing horde around him. "Relax, Grandma Crane. Haven't you noticed? Fat Toutuo's face isn't as confident as it was before."

The original round-headed old star flinched, his calm demeanor cracking for a split second.

"You've noticed, haven't you?" Finn continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Why the urgency all of a sudden? Could it be I'm onto something?"

"You're bluffing!" the old star snapped, his attacks growing increasingly erratic.

Finn shook his head, a knowing smile on his lips. "Your biggest mistake was your restraint. For someone who claims to split infinitely, you've never once divided yourself willingly. Instead, you rely on others to break you apart."

Finn's voice grew colder, his tone laced with certainty. "If your splitting were truly limitless, you'd have overwhelmed us by now. But you haven't, because each new clone brings you closer to your limit—one you're desperate to avoid. And when that limit is reached, I'm guessing it'll cost you everything."

The round-headed old star's composure shattered completely, his expression darkening with fury.

"You…!" he growled, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and rage.

"Gotcha," Finn said with a grin. "You're powerful, but not invincible. Let's see how close we can push you to the edge."

With a flick of his wrist, Finn unleashed another wave of energy swords, their trails crisscrossing the sky like a deadly web. Each blade struck true, cutting down clones and bringing the old star closer to his breaking point.