Chapter 427: Tremor Tremor Fruit vs More More Fruit, vs Ice Ice Fruit

"Swoosh!!!"

"Huff…huff…huff…"

Thunderous booms echoed continuously. The island and the frozen sea quaked without stopping, rippled through by one explosive shockwave after another. Fierce gusts battered everyone, making it hard to stay upright or even keep one's eyes open.

Empowered by the More More Fruit's hundredfold multiplier, those specially-made explosives instantly turned into unimaginably destructive bombs. Yet all the shockwaves from their blasts were fended off by that violent quake force, not harming Arcas in the slightest.

"Heh, that's a neat ability…"

At length—

As the clouds of dust dissipated, Arcas let out a huff, baring a razor-sharp grin while gazing at Wald in front of him.

"Don't get cocky, brat…!"

Wiping away his surprise, Byrnndi World's shame turned to wrath.

Without hesitation, he dual-wielded pistols, firing repeatedly at Arcas:

"More More: Hundredfold Gun! Hundredfold Gun!"

"Bang… bang…"

One after another, bullets whistled across the air. But even before they could enlarge and speed up, Arcas—part Mink, part Lunarian, and part Giant—suddenly dashed forward with arcs of electricity dancing around him. He swung up a big gleaming naginata, its blade reverberating with terrifying quake energy, and slashed out directly:

"Boom… boom…"

In an instant, the very atmosphere shattered.

A series of explosive bursts erupted midair, each one swiftly neutralized by that quake slash, the blasts' shockwaves were torn apart and scattered.

"Tch…"

World scowled. He had no choice but to avoid the swirling fragments of energy.

But Arcas was even faster, stepping in with a savage grin:

"Slaughter!"

Lightning crackled across his body. In a flash, he vanished and reappeared by World's flank—naginata raised high. Fire danced along its edge, and a white-hot quake aura rippled outward.

"Heatwave Quake!!!"

"More More: 30x Speed… Shockwave Elbow!!!"

World roared out his own technique, refusing to be bested.

Planting his feet, he invoked the More More powers to raise his speed drastically.

"Whoosh…"

In a blink, he spun up like a vortex, kicking up raging air currents. His elbow, wrapped in Haki, crackled with compressed shock force and slammed forward.

"Boom… Boom…"

A mighty explosion of force. Their collisions unleashed savage shockwaves, tearing up the frozen ground. For a fleeting moment, the two attacks stalemated—until World's outraged shout died in his throat, and his body hurtled backward, battered by scorching heat that left burns in its wake.

Sizzling wounds adorned his body, a stark sign of the difference in power.

"Heh…"

Arcas let out a mocking laugh.

He clutched his massive naginata and planted himself firmly—indeed a fourteen-year-old giant of a boy, exuding a monstrous aura.

"'World Destroyer' Byrnndi World, you sure are weak!"

Snickering, Arcas coolly taunted the man who was still panting in pain, "I guess without that More More Fruit, you're nothing special at all!"

He had thought this man might be a formidable foe, but it seemed World was only dangerous by relying on More More's power. In truth, World wasn't nearly as fearsome as one might expect from his reputation as a "World Destroyer."

"Shut your mouth, brat. Let's see how long your arrogance lasts!"

Seething, World grabbed a rocket launcher that some of the Pirate Guerrilla members had discarded, aiming it at Arcas. Clenching his jaw, he pulled the trigger:

"More More: 50-fold Rocket Shell!!!"

"Swoosh—"

Instantly, the warhead streaked forth. Under the More More power's effect, it both expanded rapidly and sped up dozens of times. It barreled in on Arcas, unstoppable.

But abruptly, before Arcas could even move, that huge rocket shell vanished from its trajectory—only to reappear behind World himself.

"What…!?"

World's eyes went wide, hair standing on end.

"Boom-boom—"

With an earth-shaking bang, a towering inferno erupted.

Flames shot skyward, thick smoke rolling out in billows, shockwaves rippling outward.

"Hey, Dal-nii, you stole my prey!"

Eyes narrowing, Arcas knew that only one man on this battlefield could have redirected that projectile—his older brother Dal.

Amid the haze, Arcas vanished again, only to find a burly figure rushing at him, fist raised. Subconsciously, he lifted his naginata, blocking the incoming blow.

"Clang!!"

Sparks flew. Metal rang, rattling the air.

An ice-coated fist wreathed in Armament Haki clashed against the razor edge.

"Arcas," came a deep growl, "if you think that fool World was too weak, here's a more interesting opponent for you!"

Standing opposite, an imposing figure: Black Arm Zephyr.

Ex–Marine Admiral, now leader of the Pirate Guerrillas. He glared at Arcas fiercely.

"Hooh… A former Marine Admiral?"

Arcas' eyes burned with anticipation.

"Oh, this should be fun!"

"You kids from the Kukulkan family—stop acting so arrogant!" roared Zephyr, seething with hatred. He stomped forward in a burst of speed, left fist cloaked in swirling frost.

"Ice Pillar!!"

Cold air flooded from his palms, launching pillars of ice at Arcas—hoping to flash-freeze him solid.

Sure enough, Arcas' entire form got submerged beneath a tall block of ice.

"Crack… crack…"

Yet before Zephyr could pour more cold in, the prison shook violently and fractured apart. A brilliant naginata blade crackling with quake energy slashed outward in a sweeping arc:

"Boom… boom…"