Faced with two thunder dragons of over 200 million volts, Jake showed not the slightest intention of dodging.
Instead, a faint white barrier shimmered around his body as he charged straight through the lightning, rapidly closing the distance between them.
"Damn it! What the hell is up with this guy?!"
The thunder dragons intertwined, and the terrifying voltage they unleashed in an instant drained all color from the surrounding space.
Everything in the vicinity was obliterated—yet the man standing at the center of this storm of lightning remained unharmed, still advancing towards him!
Step by step, as the distance between them shrank, Enel's composure shattered.
He had never possessed the mentality of a true warrior, having spent his entire life crushing weaker opponents.
Faced with an adversary who matched him blow for blow, his spirit was on the verge of collapse.
"Damn it! Damn it! Why isn't it working?! You wretched Blue Sea bastard, just die already! Discharge! Discharge! Discharge!"
Enel screamed hysterically, pouring even more electricity into his assault.
In truth, Jake wasn't faring much better.
Enel's attacks had already surpassed the limit of what his Thunder Summoning Amulets could withstand.
The speed at which he could produce them was beginning to lag.
Moreover, as the current intensified, Jake felt his consciousness slipping.
His thoughts slowed and the rate at which he could craft Thunder Summoning Amulets dropped from twelve per second to just nine.
To ensure he wouldn't be instantly fried to death, he alternated between creating talismans and casting Healing Prayers to mend his wounds.
Flesh charred black by lightning was restored in an instant, only to be seared again the next moment.
This cycle was akin to the most excruciating torture imaginable.
Every second, Jake was tempted to give up and let himself black out—but his will to survive and the sight of Monet's gaze fixed on him, kept him gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.
That bastard Enel couldn't keep this up forever.
Just a little longer—just a little longer, and victory would be his!
Due to the blinding intensity of the lightning, Enel and Monet couldn't make out Jake's expression at all.
All they could vaguely see was his figure standing firm amidst the ocean of lightning, even steadily advancing step by step towards Enel.
Staring at the figure that still showed no signs of falling, Enel was on the verge of collapse.
Why?
Why was that guy still standing?
His lightning should have taken effect by now!
The excruciating pain coursing through his body sent Enel into uncontrollable spasms.
The overwhelming current passing through him placed an immense burden on both his body and mind.
With his already weak willpower, Enel watched in despair as Jake approached him step by step.
One second, two seconds… fifteen seconds passed.
Enel had reached his limit.
White steam rose from his skin as blood seeped from every pore on his body.
The ground beneath him was soaked with a pool of blood.
He could no longer unleash a single electric shock, yet Jake remained standing firmly in place, unwavering.
The next moment, Jake slightly parted his lips, slowly exhaling a wisp of black smoke.
As he stood there, the Holy Light once again flooded everyone's vision.
Shaking his body slightly, Jake flung off his charred shirt, revealing his nearly unscathed physique.
A grin spread across his face as he looked at Enel and said slowly.
"Is this your limit, kami-sama?!"
Enel stared at Jake, who bore not a single injury and the last shred of hope in his heart vanished.
Fear of death overwhelmed his mind.
The illusion of godhood shattered before that man and he realized one thing—he was no god, but a man on the brink of death!
The collapse of his mental defenses left Enel in utter panic.
He began screaming at Jake.
"No, don't come any closer! Stay away!"
He collapsed onto the ground, scrambling desperately into the forest on his hands and knees, his pitiful state a far cry from his earlier arrogance.
Jake felt not an ounce of pity for Enel.
The lives Enel had taken along the way warranted his death ten thousand times over.
Moreover, Enel had dared to spew those vile words at Monet right in front of him—there was no room for mercy now.
Watching Enel, now completely limp and helpless, Jake summoned a pale golden Lightsaber in his hand.
With the sound of a pierced heart, Enel—the would-be god of Skypiea—was pinned lifeless to the ground.
Blood flowed, soaking the earth around him.
Even gods bleed, no different from ordinary men.
Monet watched the scene with a look of astonishment.
She rushed towards Jake and asked urgently.
"Jake, are you hurt? Are you okay?"
In response to her concern, Jake simply smiled and replied.
"Well, not exactly great. But first, let's check the fruit in your pocket!"
Hearing his words, Monet immediately opened the bag of apples at her waist.
Sure enough, one of the ordinary apples had transformed into a pale yellow fruit adorned with strange patterns!
As someone who had once eaten a Devil Fruit, Monet naturally knew what this was.
She instinctively looked at Jake and exclaimed in surprise.
"A Devil Fruit?! Jake, you mean that rumor was actually true?!"
Jake picked up the Devil Fruit and looked at Monet, speaking softly.
"To be honest, I wasn't sure myself. But now it seems the legend is true—when a Devil Fruit user dies, the fruit regenerates on a nearby ordinary fruit within the vicinity. Luckily, we're on Sky Island where there aren't many other fruits around, or all our efforts would've been wasted."
Monet nodded with a smile and asked.
"So, is this the Rumble-Rumble Fruit?"
Jake nodded but didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he took a bite, his expression twisting in disgust as he set the fruit down.
Then, a faint currents of electricity flickered in his palm, their glow as dazzling as the sky.
"Yes, it's the Rumble-Rumble Fruit!"
[Remider that Jake powers come from his Priest template, so he still can eat a devil fruit]
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