After being knocked away by Caelan once again, Dragon's fist was already trembling.
Even with his well-tempered body, he couldn't withstand such a short exchange.
But Caelan, standing opposite him, remained calm and unscathed.
After cursing this monster silently, Dragon realized that dragging things out would only end the same way. He had no choice but to use his ultimate move.
Dragon took a deep breath.
His five fingers clenched into a fist, veins bulging along the backs of his hands.
His entire body coordinated in unison as he released all his strength at once.
At the same time, a layer of pitch-black Armament Haki coated his arm, doubling the power of his punch.
Dragon stamped both feet into the ground and leapt dozens of meters into the air.
Then, he descended from above, carrying the full force of gravity and momentum, aiming straight for Caelan.
The force from his fist stirred the air, creating a massive windstorm that swept through the kilometer-wide arena.
The momentum was overwhelming—strong enough to crush an entire army.
"Not bad."
Facing this all-out strike, Caelan showed a pleased expression.
The force behind this punch was already equivalent to seventy percent of his own.
Clearly, Dragon had gone all out.
"In that case…"
Caelan clenched his right hand into a fist and lightly swung it upward.
"A Serious Punch."
All of his power surged instantly.
A violent hurricane erupted upward.
Like a raging dragon ascending into the sky, it met Dragon's crushing descent head-on.
Boom!
The first sound was a deafening roar, as if the gods themselves were thundering in rage.
In the audience, thousands felt their heads ringing, blood surging uncontrollably in their chests and guts.
Beep—
Then silence.
The spectators were completely stunned by the blast. They couldn't tell up from down and heard nothing but static.
"Puff!"
Dragon crashed to the ground.
He looked at Caelan in horror, a bitter expression on his face.
He had more than just his boxing skills, but boxing was one of his strongest weapons. If even that couldn't win, then nothing else could either.
Against Caelan, he was simply no match.
…
"How about that? No comeback, right?"
Uta smiled smugly.
"Mm."
Koala nodded gloomily.
Even after unleashing his ultimate move, hrr leader couldn't do anything to Caelan.
It left her feeling genuinely defeated.
Looking at Uta beside her, Koala couldn't even raise her head.
Her boss wasn't as good as someone else's boss, embarrassing for any subordinate.
Still, remembering that Caelan had just been named deputy leader of the Revolutionary Army made her feel a bit better.
With someone that strong joining, their revolution would go much more smoothly.
At the seats of the three Sweet Commanders.
"Big bro… he won, and it was so easy!"
Smoothie muttered in disbelief.
His opponent was the leader of the Revolutionary Army, a man no less powerful than a Yonko, and yet Caelan had defeated him with ease.
What's more, the leader had practically gone all-out in that fight.
If it had been them fighting Dragon, they'd have been flattened.
"Yeah, I know. Seems the rumors were true. Caelan really is that powerful."
Katakuri, wearing his signature scarf, spoke with a deep voice.
He hadn't fully believed it until he saw it for himself.
Now that he had, there was no doubt.
That meant some of their previous plans needed to be scrapped.
They had to be more cautious. Causing trouble for Caelan was no longer an option.
Thinking this through, Katakuri turned to those around him.
"Be careful over the next few days. Don't cause trouble in Dressrosa."
He paused for a moment, then continued.
"Even if we plan to steal the artificial Devil Fruit technology, wait until the buyer leaves the country. Got it?"
"Got it, bro!"
"Understood, Boss!"
Smoothie and the other pirates answered in unison.
After witnessing Caelan's power, their minds were clear.
…
In the arena.
"I lost."
Dragon lowered his head and admitted defeat without hesitation.
There was nothing to dwell on. A loss was a loss. It wasn't like he lost to the World Government.
He lost to an ally. There was no shame in that. In fact, he was happy to have gained such a powerful comrade.
"That's it? Don't you have more than just boxing?"
Caelan still seemed unsatisfied.
As a sparring partner, Dragon really was top-tier—durable and heavy-hitting.
And yet, he hadn't even gotten to test out his infinite mana pool yet.
"None of the other methods could defeat you, so there's no point showing them."
Dragon shook his head, turning down the invitation for another round.
"Alright then. But before we leave, how about a little performance?"
Caelan said with a grin.
He'd promised to show off his infinite mana. A promise was a promise.
"Performance?"
Dragon looked at Caelan suspiciously, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Are we really celebrating after beating me? That's embarrassing.
But seeing Caelan's expression, he knew Caelan wasn't that type of person.
"Please."
Dragon gestured forward, curiosity piqued.
He wanted to see what kind of performance was worth putting on at a time like this.
"Spear."
Caelan whispered softly.
Instantly, a golden Sun God Spear condensed in his hand.
Then, Caelan pointed the spear toward the sky as immense magical energy surged out.
"The Execution of Light."
As Caelan muttered the words.
Dozens of pale golden beams, each as thick as a thumb, descended from the heavens. Holy and dreamlike, as if to purify the filth of the world.
But the moment they struck the ground, they created bottomless craters, each melting the terrain into magma.
With each beam, the molten lava expanded outward, radiating from the impact sites.
In under ten minutes, the entire kilometer-wide arena beneath Caelan and Dragon had become a bubbling sea of lava.
Dragon's pupils contracted. He sensed immense danger.
This wasn't divine purification—it was divine annihilation.
The destructive power of this move was on par with his previous move, which itself was a mid-tier Yonko-level move.
He could tank one or two of those beams without a problem.
But facing over a dozen at once? That was impossible.
Still… using such a move repeatedly, wasn't this costing him stamina or energy?
(To be continued.)
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