Chapter 215 Victory and Negotiation
In this world, the rulers of various nations don't stand at the top of the food chain.
On these seas, personal martial prowess matters far more than inherited power or wealth.
Kings and queens can at most act as they please within their own borders, but when faced with the truly strong of the seas, they can only become fish on the chopping block.
However, not all kings are like this.
The world has certain nations brimming with martial virtue, whose leaders possess explosive combat prowess.
And there are quite a few such countries in the world.
For instance, Zou, which Brett and Tesoro had previously visited—the Mink leaders Inuarashi and Nekomamushi possessed extraordinary strength.
Not to mention true monsters like Kozuki Oden of Wano Country and Charlotte Linlin of Totto Land.
As the world's most powerful nation, the Giant Kingdom's king naturally wouldn't be weak.
The Giant King's strength was truly exceptional.
Even if he didn't quite reach the level of the Pirate Emperors, he far surpassed ordinary Warlords of the Sea.
Invisible currents raged around his body, his muscles glowing an abnormal red. He looked as imposing as an asura descended to earth.
"Hahaha! Come on!"
Gripping his massive axe with both hands, the Giant King laughed loudly and brought the mountain-sized blade crashing down.
The sound of the axe's descent alone was as shocking as thunder.
Brett smiled, his body wreathed in brilliant lightning as he shot upward like a meteor flying against its natural course.
He trailed long streamers of electricity—dazzling blue-white mixed with impossible-to-ignore pitch black.
BOOM!
This time, true thunder roared. The entire sky blazed with blinding light.
Brett's fist collided with the Giant King's enormous axe without making contact, the air between them seeming to compress and ready to explode.
Violent winds radiated in all directions, making even Tesoro feel unsteady on his feet.
"They didn't touch?" Prince Loki's eyes widened in shock. "This is—"
He'd never seen such a technique!
"It's Conqueror's coating!" Katakuri's expression remained calm, as if he'd expected this all along.
The Emperor of the Deep, who stood equal to his mother, naturally had no reason not to master such a technique.
Tesoro, on the other hand, was quite surprised.
Brett had already learned to use such a powerful technique?
So this guy truly now possessed power that could match the Pirate Emperors!
Tesoro unconsciously smiled. This was the best possible news for their plan.
Conqueror's coating was indeed a high-difficulty technique that only a handful of the sea's true powerhouses could master.
But Brett was a true powerhouse.
His Haki accumulation was already completely sufficient.
So learning this technique wasn't particularly unbelievable.
Brett and the Giant King's battle continued.
Fist collided with axe. Then, powerful force sent the Giant King's body staggering backward continuously.
"What powerful Haki!"
The king of the giants couldn't help but exclaim loudly.
To actually push him back head-on!
Such power was truly too absurd!
"It's not over yet." The meteor streaked across the sky.
Brett's speed was astonishing, truly like an actual meteor streaking across the skies—arriving in the blink of an eye.
"So fast!" The Giant King felt his scalp tingle.
Though his size was massive, this made his movements less agile.
Brett's extreme speed caught him off guard. He could only desperately swing his axe.
Too slow.
Brett thought to himself. Massive size certainly provided enormous amplification to strength, but in terms of speed and agility, it was truly insufficient.
Casually redirecting himself mid-air, he kicked against the falling axe's flat surface.
"Whoa!" The Giant King cried out, nearly losing his grip on the axe.
Before he could even pull the axe back, brilliant lightning had already reached his face.
"Oni Gawara Seiken!"
Brett threw his punch.
"Guah!"
Brilliant electricity and black lightning radiated in all directions simultaneously. The Giant King's massive body flew backward, then crashed heavily to the ground.
His body was so heavy that when he hit the ground, the entire training field trembled.
"Father was knocked down!" The giant prince couldn't help but stand up, crying out in utter shock.
Was the gap in strength really this vast?
This was the power of an Emperor!
His invincible father had almost no ability to fight back against this man!
"Hahahaha! So powerful!" The Giant King, who Brett had sent flying with one punch, rolled to his feet and casually brushed dust off himself while laughing heartily. "Worthy of being the Emperor of the Deep! Your strength truly matches Kaido and Whitebeard!"
This king of giants really was thick-skinned.
That punch hadn't held back any power at all.
Yet it had only raised a bump on his forehead.
His Haki was indeed powerful, and his body truly resilient.
"It seems continuing to fight would be meaningless." The Giant King sat cross-legged on the ground. "Really, it seems I'm still not strong enough!"
"You're already quite remarkable," Brett said with genuine sincerity.
Strong warriors were forged through constant battle.
Yet the King rarely ventured onto the seas. After all, he was a nation's king, shouldering the responsibility of leading his entire country forward. Naturally, he didn't have the energy to fight the sea's strong warriors.
To have reached this level essentially through training in isolation—he was in no way inferior to Kozuki Oden before he set sail.
"Hahahaha, is that so?" The Giant King laughed heartily. "Well then, let's discuss business."
He straightened his back. Though the large bump on his head made him look somewhat comical, combined with his serious and solemn expression, he still possessed exceptional regal bearing.
"That Morgans fellow already spoke with me," the Giant King said. "So now tell me properly about this alliance matter."
"If it's you, then you certainly have the qualifications to negotiate with me as equals!"
That Morgans fellow did good work this time.
Brett smiled. Well then, time to repeat the pitch he'd given several times before.
"An alliance of minority races?" The Giant King pondered for a moment. "Honestly, I don't see what use this alliance would be to us. After all, as you know—"
His tone became quite proud. "The Giant Kingdom is the world's strongest nation. No one in the world can bully us."
That was certainly true.
The giant race was quite different from races like fish-men, merfolk, and longarm people.
Who in this world would dare discriminate against giants?
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