"You can also call it my Devil Form. In this state, every attribute of my body rises to an entirely new level."
"What?"
Katakuri didn't speak yet, but Cracker jolted in shock before he could.
In Bullet's earlier state, even when Cracker worked together with Katakuri, they only barely held the advantage. Now that Bullet's power had climbed another level, even Cracker — one of the Sweet Commanders — felt a chill run down his spine.
Devil Descendant Bullet… his power is monstrous.
Cracker had heard stories about Bullet's rampage on the seas more than a decade ago. Back then, he knew Bullet was powerful, but also thought him nothing more than a battle-crazed brute with more muscles than sense.
After Bullet's capture by Marine forces, and with the passing of time, Cracker's impression of him had faded. But one thing was certain — Bullet ten years ago was definitely not like this.
If Bullet had trained relentlessly in a place like Impel Down, then there was only one word to describe the result.
Terror.
A violent surge of aura erupted from Bullet's body like a vast stormy sea, bottomless and suffocating. In an instant, the entire island was swallowed by his overwhelming pressure.
The wind howled, trees bent and cracked, and even the ground trembled as if the whole island could collapse at any moment.
Fwoom!
Bullet vanished.
Katakuri's right eye glowed with a sharp red sheen — Future Sight flashing to life — and his heart sank. He's targeting Cracker… but it's too late to warn him!
Bullet reappeared right beside Cracker, his massive fist already swinging down with merciless force. The gale that followed froze the air itself, warping the space around them as if drowning in a mire.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Their clash erupted like thunder. Shockwaves rippled outward in violent waves, tearing up the battlefield.
In this devil form, Bullet's raw force doubled the intensity from before. His twin iron fists clashed evenly with Katakuri's six gigantic mochi fists, the collision shaking the surrounding terrain.
Every biscuit warrior Cracker had summoned was instantly reduced to useless debris — unable to even exist near the force these two monsters unleashed.
The destructive power left Cracker stunned inside his hiding shell of biscuits.
"This… this is too strong!"
"No — we don't have time! Bullet must be subdued quickly!" Cracker gritted his teeth.
Cracks spider-webbed across his biscuit armor before it completely shattered into fragments.
He stepped out with a serious expression, gripping his sword. His palms clapped sharply, calling the broken biscuit soldiers scattered across the battlefield. The shards gathered and fused together rapidly, forming an entirely new warrior.
"Rolls! Pretzels!"
The Biscuit Warriors spun their blades, generating an intense vortex.
Vrrrm!
Sword aura filled the air, buzzing like a storm of steel. The earth split open as spiraling sword energy surged outward in a violent torrent.
"Brother— Katakuri! Move!" Cracker roared.
Katakuri had already foreseen the attack the moment Cracker opened his mouth. Without hesitation, he flashed away like lightning.
Thousands of spiraling blades of sword energy rained toward Bullet like a sea of death.
Screeeeee!
Screeeeee!
The sword energy clashed violently against Bullet's hardened body, throwing sparks like molten metal. The cutting screech filled the battlefield.
Yet Bullet didn't dodge. He stood unmoving, arms crossed, letting every blade of sword energy land on him as though testing their sharpness.
Sparks coated him like a blazing armor, and the ground beneath him cracked and collapsed under the force of the assault.
When the storm finally faded, Bullet stood unharmed. His red eyes locked onto Cracker, and a cruel grin twisted across his face.
"These little blades aren't bad… but they're not enough to scratch me."
He slapped his chest confidently and started walking toward Cracker step by step.
"How… how is that possible?!" Cracker stared in disbelief.
"Don't overthink it," Katakuri said, appearing at his side with a steady tone. "His Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki are both trained to the absolute limit. Even I am inferior in raw force."
"You're attacking with long-range support while I fought him in close combat," Katakuri continued. "He can't maintain that level of defense forever. No matter how powerful he is, he can't ignore the cost of tanking that many sword attacks."
Cracker nodded. "Alright, Katakuri-san!"
"Wait." Katakuri suddenly stopped, frowning deeply as he turned toward the east.
"What is it, Katakuri-san?"
A lone figure approached. A man stood there with an unconscious body at his feet — Owen, one of BIG MOM's sons.
"Hawkeye… even he's here," Cracker muttered, his pupils shrinking.
Katakuri turned again. On the opposite side, another figure appeared, beautiful and imposing, long dark hair flowing in the wind.
"Boa Hancock," Cracker breathed.
In the sky, wings beat lightly. Marco hovered above them, watching like an amused spectator.
"Marco… that bastard! He tricked us, Katakuri-san!" Cracker snarled.
A mocking voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Aw, I'm so scared. Looks like we're not too late."
Kizaru strolled in with his usual lazy expression, accompanied by several Vice Admirals, including Momousagi and Onigumo.
"Marines…" Cracker muttered coldly.
Enemies surrounded the island — land, sky, and sea. Like a cage closing around Bullet.
Bullet's savage expression grew solemn. Katakuri and Cracker alone had forced him to use most of his true strength. But now—
Marco. A Shichibukai. A Marine Admiral. Multiple Vice Admirals.
This was an entirely different battlefield.
"You bastard, Marco! Didn't you leave?!" Cracker yelled in frustration.
Marco shrugged. "What? I can't come back after leaving?"
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