The Greatest Disgrace in Marine History-Chapter 214 - 116: So What If You’re the Strongest Man!?

Jagged rocks exploded.

Oden's body was smashed deep into the earth, carving out a gaping crater, with blood pouring uncontrollably from his mouth and nose.

His pupils briefly lost focus, mouth overflowing with blood, but he gritted his teeth hard, and from his eyes erupted a fierce, unyielding will.

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Reversing his grip on the black demon blade, Enma, he thrust it toward Darren's abdomen.

In that instant, the blade seemed to awaken—like a ravenous demon from the depths of hell, wildly devouring Oden's Haki.

As the sword siphoned all the Haki from Oden's arm, the flesh and skin withered rapidly, shriveling into a lifeless husk.

Black-red Ryuo surged and flickered along Enma's edge, as if igniting hellish flames.

Darren's pupils contracted.

From the aura of that sword, he sensed death's chilling breath.

Something's wrong with that blade...

It had nearly drained all of Oden's Haki!

His heart lurched—Darren instinctively abandoned his offensive stance and twisted his body away.

As he turned to the side, the Marine commodore let out a muffled grunt.

The razor-sharp Enma grazed his waist, tearing through shirt and flesh, leaving a ghastly wound with blood gushing in torrents.

Had he not dodged just in time, that blade—saturated with immense Haki—would have pierced him clean through!

Though his physique had reached monstrous, inhuman levels through training, it still couldn't compare to Kaido's indestructible body, armored in dragon-scale toughness!

Seeing that even his all-out strike had failed to bring this man down, Kozuki Oden's face contorted in disbelief and fury.

"That really is a fine blade."

Darren sneered coldly, as though unfazed by the wound at his side.

Then, he raised an eyebrow.

From the corner of his eye, a blue-green figure streaked across the sea at terrifying speed.

Those strange blue flames howled toward him.

Marco?

The Whitebeard Pirates... are nearby?

"Let Oden go!!"

Marco, in his Phoenix form, roared in fury, eyes bloodshot.

From his wings, massive blue fireballs burst forth and screamed toward Darren.

Darren glanced at him coldly, eyes shifting to the distant sea—where the Moby Dick loomed like a white whale. At its prow stood a man with a white crescent moustache, locked in a gaze with Darren from afar.

A golden-haired giant gripped a massive naginata in one hand, his white captain's coat billowing behind him. His eyes radiated an overwhelming threat as he stared Darren down.

The sheer rage and killing intent pouring from him made the sea and air quake violently.

"You brat of a Marine!! Let him go!!"

The Strongest Man in the World... Edward Newgate, Whitebeard!

"So this is a threat, then?"

Darren narrowed his eyes with a cold sneer. But behind that sneer burned a wild and defiant fire.

He stepped forward.

As he passed Enma's blade, he grabbed Oden's shriveled, lifeless arm.

Oden's pupils shrank in shock.

He felt the terrifying monstrous strength coursing through Darren's hand—his bloodshot eyes flared as he roared and struggled desperately to pull away.

At the same time, he swung Ame no Habakiri at Darren!

"Good reaction. But your Haki's been drained dry by Enma."

Darren grinned viciously, ignoring the descending blade.

With a sudden flex, his arm bulged with power!

As Ame no Habakiri cleaved into his shoulder, sending blood flying—

Darren's face twisted with fury, eyes meeting Oden's in terror, Marco's in rage, and Whitebeard's in fury...

He let out a taunting, defiant roar:

"So what if you're the strongest man!?"

RIP!!

He tore Oden's entire arm—hand and blade together—clean off!!

"No!!"

Marco shrieked, his eyes wide in agony.

Splash—!

Blood sprayed like a burst dam, gushing from Oden's severed arm and gaping wound.

Oden clutched the hole with his remaining hand, screaming in beast-like torment.

With all his Haki drained by Enma, his mere flesh and blood was no match for Darren's monstrous strength!

At that moment, the blue flames of the Phoenix crashed down.

BOOM—!

A violent shockwave erupted across the land, blue-green fire spreading in all directions.

The next instant—

Darren flew backward from the flames, his military boots plowing two long trenches across the ground.

He casually flung the severed arm aside. Blue arcs of electricity crackled at his fingertips.

The demon blade Enma—its body wreathed in violet-black flames—was sucked up from the ground, trembling violently as it hovered beside him.

The legendary blade said to destroy even hell itself... Enma was in his hands!!

Yet recalling how it crazily drained the user's Haki, Darren didn't reach for it.

Instead, he controlled the restless sword with the powers of the Magnet-Magnet Fruit.

"You bastard!!"

Smoke and flame clearing, Marco dove down, catching the gravely wounded Oden and lifting him up.

His eyes blazed with hatred as blue-green flames poured from his hands, trying to heal the gaping hole in Oden's shoulder.

Marco had long accepted Oden as a true comrade—one of their own.

And now Darren had crippled him. Marco's fury was boundless.

But then—

As the smoke faded, Marco finally saw Darren's face.

"Wait!! You're that Marine!!"

"The 'King of the North Blue'!! The one who defeated Byrnndi World!!"

Marco gasped.

He suddenly remembered the recent meeting between Pops and Roger.

Roger himself had admitted—This very Marine had made him suffer.

"So my name's reached the New World, has it..."

Darren's white shirt was drenched in blood, hideous wounds all over his body. He looked terribly battered, lips pale.

"Marco... my blade... Enma..."

Oden opened his eyes with effort, his remaining bloodied hand clutching Marco's arm, face pale with panic and despair.

Marco froze.

But before he could speak—a murderous aura swept toward him like a storm.

The Marine... hadn't given up on killing Oden!!

Marco's face changed dramatically.

In the reflection of his pupils, he saw—

The black-haired Marine raised his hand, eyes cold. Arcs of blue lightning leapt into the air, and the black demon blade hovering beside him began to tremble violently.

"Submit to me, Enma!!"

Darren barked in a harsh, commanding roar.

A magnetic field, nearly boiling with rage, exploded from his body.

Enma let out what seemed like a shrill, ghostly howl—its long, sharp body trembling even more violently.

Then—

In Oden's eyes, filled with disbelief—

His own blade,

The "Hell-Destroying Demon Blade,"

Wreathed in crackling arcs of lightning,

Began to turn.

Its pitch-black tip... pointed straight at him.

"I'll return your blade, then."

The blood-drenched Marine commodore sneered coldly.

The magnetic field surged into a storm.

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To be continued...