Chapter 132

**Chapter 132**

With the addition of ice, the storm instantly froze the area, its violent winds carrying shards of ice into the sky.

Even in the face of such a natural disaster, Carl stood calmly. The elemental fusion technique created by Dragon and Aokiji barely piqued his interest.

As an examiner, he commented in a professional tone, "The ability is well developed."

Then, making the same gesture as Dragon, he spread out his palms. Darkness surged from his body, forming black torrents that spiraled in his hands.

Soon, a miniature dark tornado took shape. Carl waved his hand lightly and said,

"Dark Storm."

Before the eyes of all the Marine officers and soldiers, two terrifying tornadoes—one blue, one black—rose, nearly connecting the sky and earth before colliding. Everyone watching swallowed hard.

Yet, contrary to expectations, the impact made no sound. The moment the two forces met, the blue tornado was effortlessly drawn into the embrace of the black one, consumed entirely as if it had never existed.

Dragon and Aokiji, seeing their hard-earned fusion technique disappear in an instant, stood in stunned silence. They hadn't expected it to be so powerless.

Aramaki, however, burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! You worked so hard on that, and that's all you got?"

Aokiji's face turned slightly red, and he snapped, "Aramaki! We're in an exam! Can you be serious for once?"

"Huh? You're giving me orders now?" Aramaki retorted, the two immediately getting in each other's faces.

Up on the high platform, Zephyr rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Two idiots!"

As Aramaki and Aokiji argued, Dragon suddenly shouted,

"Enough! It's coming!"

Both of them stopped, finally noticing the terrifying gravitational force emanating from Carl's dark storm.

Unlike a regular tornado, Carl's dark storm didn't throw debris everywhere. It was silent, leaving no trace in its wake. The lack of noise only made it more terrifying.

Dragon struggled against the gravitational pull, shouting,

"Get out of here! Elementalization can't resist darkness!"

In the darkness, all are equal.

Without needing further warning, Aokiji and Aramaki instinctively reacted.

In an unusual display of teamwork, Aokiji suddenly lay on Aramaki's back, his body turning into a layer of ice and fusing with him.

Shivering from the cold, Aramaki grumbled,

"Damn it, why is it always me at the critical moment?"

Giving Dragon a sarcastic glance, Aramaki's lower half transformed into thick tree roots, anchoring himself deep into the ground.

Dragon, nearly cursing in frustration, realized they had even created a fusion technique for escape!

As the dark storm drew closer, its gravitational force intensified. Left with no choice, Dragon fully elementalized and shot upward, desperately trying to avoid being sucked in.

Carl, mindful of the spectators, finally raised his hand, dissipating the storm. The dark winds turned into thick black gas, flowing back into his body. The once-pristine floor of the venue was now a barren, scarred landscape.

A moment of silence passed before a tiny sprout broke through the ground. Soon after, Aramaki emerged, muttering,

"How long are you gonna lie there? I'm freezing to death!"

With a sharp crack, Aokiji's frozen form shattered and reformed beside him. A gust of wind signaled Dragon's descent, his face dark with frustration.

Ignoring Aokiji and Aramaki, Dragon coated his arms in Haki, his eyes locked on Carl.

Aokiji smirked, plucked a blade of grass from Aramaki's head, and, with a cold breath, shaped it into an ice blade. Before Aramaki could react, Aokiji moved, stepping beside Dragon and whispering,

"Dragon, let's go together!"

Without hesitation, Dragon surged forward, propelled by a powerful gust. Aokiji followed closely, leaving an icy trail in his wake.

Cursing under his breath, Aramaki sighed before transforming into a towering treant, entering combat mode.

Three years had passed. Dragon, Aokiji, and Aramaki had grown significantly stronger. Yet even now, against Carl, they felt powerless—perhaps even more than before.

Despite their relentless assault, Carl effortlessly countered each move with minimal effort, as if toying with them.

The young Marine students watching from the stands were in awe.

To them, Dragon and his companions were monsters—their speed so fast that their movements were almost invisible.

But Carl? He hadn't even broken a sweat. His stance remained relaxed, his expression unchanged, while Dragon and the others were already panting.

What made this even more shocking was that Carl himself didn't fully understand his strength.

Ever since awakening his Lunarian bloodline and consuming the Dark-Dark Fruit, he had no clear sense of his own limits.

Dragon, unable to accept the gap, let out a frustrated roar.

"Impossible! The gap can't be this wide!"

Carl's lips curled into a dark smile. Previously on the defensive, he suddenly shifted to offense. With a single motion, he grabbed Aokiji and Aramaki and effortlessly tossed them aside.

Then—

**Fwoosh!**

A pair of massive black wings unfurled from Carl's back, stretching wide like a bat's.

Dragon's eyes widened in horror.

"What is this?! Aren't you a Logia type?"

Garp and the other high-ranking officers, seeing Carl's transformation for the first time, stood up in shock.

Even the usually composed Sengoku the Buddha was taken aback.

This form…

It wasn't Logia. It was clearly a **Zoan transformation.**