Jack the Drought had always been a violent maniac—his favorite pastime was destruction. Everywhere he went, he leveled towns, tore down fortresses, and left nothing but rubble in his wake.
So when someone stood before him and dared to taunt him, it was only natural that Jack exploded in fury.
And when Jack got angry, he didn't care who you were. Even if it were a Marine Admiral or the Fleet Admiral himself, he'd attack without hesitation.
"Jack's a beast in every sense," Whiteflame muttered as he watched the rampaging mammoth barrel toward him.
"An Ancient Zoan-type… and he's awakened too. Taking him down won't be easy."
"But that's what makes it fun."
A gleam sparked in Whiteflame's eyes as his fingers began to twitch in a seemingly random pattern.
Then—
[Tide of White Threads: Ocean of Silk]
The ground within a 300-meter radius around him suddenly unraveled into waves of densely packed white threads, rising and falling like a churning sea.
Pirates caught in the zone were instantly entangled and bound by the threads—struggling, screaming, but unable to break free.
But Jack the Drought?
Even as the silken ocean surged around him, the massive mammoth only slowed slightly. The rolling terrain and shifting threads couldn't stop him. He was still charging.
"You think this'll stop me?"
"You naive brat! Against absolute power, you're just a child!"
In just a few seconds, Jack had closed the distance—his enormous body barreling straight toward Whiteflame.
"You six… it's time."
Whiteflame's voice was soft, but laced with killing intent.
The moment he spoke, six hulking, humanoid creatures wrapped in white bandages appeared before him.
The time for hiding was over—their bloodlust now radiated openly, visible to everyone on the battlefield.
But stealth no longer mattered.
Their target was clear.
Jack the Drought.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The six IBM launched into the air, claws outstretched, intercepting the mammoth in full force.
"More of those weird things?! Six this time?!"
Jack's eyes narrowed.
"Doesn't matter how many come. The outcome won't change!"
Fear didn't exist in Jack's vocabulary.
After all—he was Jack the Drought. He bowed to no one.
BOOM!!
The moment they clashed, the entire island shook violently.
The earth quaked, and for the first time since the battle began—Jack's massive body came to a halt.
The six IBM had stopped him cold.
"They stopped him?!"
"Boss Jack's charge was blocked?!"
"What are those things?! Their strength is unreal! Are they Devil Fruit users?!"
Shock rippled through the ranks of the Beasts Pirates.
To them, Jack was unstoppable—a walking natural disaster. A beast who crushed cities, who toppled walls and fortresses with brute strength alone.
That someone—anyone—could stop Jack's charge was inconceivable.
And worse still, it wasn't a known Yonko, not a famed bounty hunter, not even a marine admiral.
It was a complete unknown—some nameless upstart.
Their minds reeled.
"Blocked...?"
Cracker's expression twisted.
He had clashed with Jack many times in past battles between the Beasts Pirates and the Big Mom Pirates. He knew exactly how powerful Jack was.
For this newcomer to stop Jack dead in his tracks…
Cracker's eyes narrowed as he carefully examined Whiteflame for the first time—no longer underestimating him.
"Impressive strength," Whiteflame thought to himself.
"Even with all six Blackies working together, it still took everything they had just to stop one charge."
Only Whiteflame knew the truth: these IBMs weren't just puppets. After devouring corpse after corpse in the New World, their raw power had grown exponentially. Physically, they were on par with Whiteflame himself.
If only they possessed more intelligence—if they could use Haki or abilities—they'd be terrifying on another level entirely.
Still… even now, they were powerful beyond belief.
And yet—Jack had broken through.
That said everything about how monstrous the Yonko's top officers truly were.
"Bastard!!"
"You think you can outmatch me in raw strength?! Don't kid yourself!"
Furious, humiliated, and out for blood, Jack exploded with rage.
To be stopped like that? By some no-name kid?
Unacceptable.
If this got out, his reputation would take a massive hit—and more importantly, Kaido wouldn't forgive such a disgrace.
Jack's killing intent surged. His aura thickened. Power flooded his limbs.
And with a roar, he broke through—scattering the six IBMs like rag dolls, sending them flying across the battlefield.
Then he charged Whiteflame once more.
"He broke through?!"
Whiteflame's eyes widened slightly.
"So this… is the true power of a Yonko commander."
"Amazing."
For the first time in a long while, Whiteflame's blood pumped with excitement.
He didn't move.
He didn't flinch.
He welcomed the charge.
CRASH!!!
With an earsplitting impact, Jack's massive body plowed through a building—and smashed directly into Whiteflame, launching him through the air.
"He hit him!"
"Boss Jack landed the hit!"
"That arrogant brat actually thought he could tank a charge like that? What an idiot!"
"Crush him, Boss Jack! Show him what the Beasts Pirates are made of!"
The Beasts Pirates erupted into cheers. Their morale skyrocketed.
"Hmph. Just a punk. Nothing to get excited about."
Jack sneered, already turning away.
But then—
White threads burst from Whiteflame's body—bandages, rapidly wrapping around him like armor, sealing him in a protective cocoon.
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