The Greatest Disgrace in Marine History-Chapter 91: The Island-Shattering Cannon!?

"I thought even someone at the speed of light would be late... Rear Admiral Borsalino."

Darren reached out with a trembling hand, trying to brace himself against a crack in the nearby rock wall—

but his fingers slipped, and he collapsed again.

Thick drops of blood splattered across the snow like crimson plum blossoms.

His ribs were shattered. His lungs burned with every breath. The taste of iron filled his mouth, and waves of pain surged from every muscle and every bone, crashing against his mind like a storm.

And yet...

He still wore that same defiant smile.

"Any later, and I'd have to file a complaint with HQ."

Borsalino scratched his head in mock regret and raised his hands in surrender.

"Ahh... well, can't be helped, can it?"

He turned lazily toward Byrnndi World, who stood stiffly just meters away, his expression shifting like a brewing storm.

"We meet again, Byrnndi World," Borsalino said with a faint grin. "Looks like you've recovered nicely. That body of yours really is monstrous..."

"Shut up, you yellow punk!!"

World's eyes flared with fury. In an instant, he vanished—

—and reappeared at Borsalino's side, Haki-clad fist crashing down like a meteor from the heavens.

"Mo Mo: 100x Speed!!"

CLANG!!

A blade of golden light burst forth—

Ama no Murakumo, the Light Sword, blocked the strike with a radiant clash.

A storm of pressure erupted outward, hurling snow into a spiraling whirlwind.

Sparks flew like falling stars as the fist and blade ground against each other, reflecting in Borsalino's ridiculous sunglasses.

"What terrifying speed..." he murmured.

"Don't talk nonsense!!" World snarled. He vanished again, reappearing at Borsalino's flank and launching a whip-like kick straight toward his head.

Borsalino raised his arm to block—

A dull thud rang out, and in the next instant, his body shattered into photons and shot across the battlefield.

BOOM!!

A massive explosion rocked the mountainside. Stone and snow collapsed in a deafening cascade.

With the strike landing clean, World didn't hesitate. Killing intent surged from his body as he rushed toward Darren.

He had to kill that brat.

As long as the brat lived, the magnetic field would keep jamming the Den Den Mushi signal—

He couldn't escape, couldn't contact the last ship.

But then—

Particles of golden light reformed behind him.

"My, my... That stung. But tell me—have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"

A blazing foot, clad in a white leather shoe, surged forward from the light—

A radiant strike aimed straight for the back of Byrnndi World's head.

World, eyes wide, clenched his jaw and used Soru to dodge, reappearing meters away just in time.

FWOOSH!!

The light-kick missed, slicing the air as it streaked into the jungle.

Silence fell.

Then—

KABOOM!!

An enormous fireball erupted in the distance, engulfing the treetops in blazing orange flame.

Borsalino rematerialized, still smiling with mock amusement—

—but Darren noticed it.

His right hand was trembling.

He was strong—undoubtedly—but not yet the unfathomable force he would become years later.

Taking that Haki-infused kick from World had left a mark.

"You sure you're up for this, Rear Admiral Borsalino?" Darren chuckled.

Borsalino gave a helpless shrug, gesturing toward the distant figure of World, who had just reappeared.

"Well... that's The World Destroyer, after all."

Suddenly, the sound of cannon fire rumbled from the coast.

World's face darkened.

From that direction, a massive Marine battleship barreled into the burning harbor. Dozens of elite Marines jumped from the deck, weapons drawn, storming across the coast and cutting down the few pirates who'd survived the North Blue fleet's bombardment.

At the same time—

A towering figure leapt from the ship's bow. His flowing cloak of justice billowed behind him, and he soared through the sky using Geppo, closing the distance between them in seconds.

Admiral Sengoku.

One of the Marine's greatest powers.

A pillar of the World Government.

World's heart sank like a stone.

He was injured. Surrounded.

With Sengoku and that blasted yellow monkey both here—

There was no way out.

"...Sorry, Byrnndi World," Borsalino said with a smile, casually flipping his Light Sword in his hand.

"You're under arrest."

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"...Not yet."

World grinned. A twisted, savage grin. Madness gleamed in his eyes.

Borsalino blinked.

From the sky, Sengoku's eyes widened in horror.

"Stop him!!" he roared.

But it was already too late.

World vanished.

By the time they realized what he was doing, he was already at the edge of the jungle—

Standing beside a massive, black cannon.

"Barorororo!!"

"Bring all the reinforcements you want!! It makes no difference!!"

With a guttural scream, World lifted the monstrous weapon with both arms. The black barrel, nearly ten meters long, hissed with heat and smoke like the mouth of a war-beast.

"Be destroyed by my power!!"

"I'll tear down everything that stands in my way!!"

"I am—"

World threw his head back, blood-red eyes flashing with madness.

"—The World Destroyer!!!"

Red-hot energy began to surge in the cannon's core, condensing faster and faster—burning bright with apocalyptic heat.

Sengoku's scalp prickled with dread.

A chill ran from his feet to the crown of his head.

He had seen it—through his binoculars earlier. That test shot.

The destructive power of that weapon.

If boosted by World's Mo Mo no Mi to 100x...

It could flatten the entire island in a single strike.

"Mo Mo: Hundredf—!!"

World's pupils quivered.

In the corner of his eye—he saw him.

That broken Marine brat.

Smiling.

A cold, knowing smirk.

Darren clenched his fist—

And in that moment—

The cannon twisted.

The massive barrel bent and warped, collapsing into a spiraled knot of ruined metal.

"No..."

BOOOOOOM!!!

A blinding explosion erupted from within.

A mushroom cloud of flame and ash towered into the sky, swallowing the heavens whole.

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— To be continued...