One Piece : Prince of Charlotte Family

"Hateful…" 

"Sakazuki Vice Admiral…" 

"That damn bastard, did he do it?" 

"The warship instantly moved into the attack range of Sakazuki Vice Admiral…" 

Marine survivors who fell into the sea were struggling and swimming in the water. 

I couldn't bring myself to climb onto the warship that was torn apart, sinking and burning with flames. 

One by one, they began to search for floating objects scattered across the sea to save themselves. 

"Tsk tsk, the ability of the Magu Magu no Mi Fruit is truly impressive…" 

Silver hair flowing, robes fluttering. 

Standing on the side of the overturned ship, ignoring the spreading fire. 

Charlotte Wilhelm stared at the furious Akainu, a playful smile on his face: "The great Marine Admiral candidate, Akainu Vice Admiral with incredible achievements. When did he betray the Marines and attack his own subordinates, destroying an entire warship?" 

But in his heart, he wasn't as relaxed, feeling a trace of awe. 

Akainu's Armament Haki was far more powerful than he had anticipated. 

At thirty-six, Akainu was in his prime. Even with his own immense strength, he wasn't inferior to him—someone with a natural, iron-like body—and possibly even surpassed him. 

That indestructible magma fist, as hard as steel, was incredibly overwhelming. In their constant clashes, the intense force often numbed his wrist gripping the sword's edge. 

At just fifteen years old, though nicknamed a "natural monster" by the Charlotte family, he was born with exceptional talent and a powerful physique. Still, he was young. 

Clearly, it was impossible to simply overpower Akainu, who held the rank of Admiral candidate and represented the highest combat strength of the Marine Headquarters. He was feared by countless Marines, earning the title of "monster." 

But this "monster" is not the same as another. 

A "natural monster" is born with an incredible physique, and their performance surpasses that of ordinary people in every way. 

They start with immense innate advantages—great potential and a limitless future. 

However, becoming a true powerhouse requires time to be shaped and refined. 

And someone like "Akainu" Sakazuki. 

From his youth to now, he has endured countless life-or-death struggles, tempering himself beyond what most could imagine. His power has grown terrifyingly overwhelming. 

Compared to the former Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral Onigumo, the difference in strength is enormous—they aren't even in the same "dimension." 

This strikes fear into countless pirates, and that's why he is called a "monster" by the world. 

"Sharp-toothed brat…" 

Flames soared into the sky, and the sea filled with smoke. 

Stepping onto the crumbling, increasingly tilted bow. 

His eyes were cold, focused directly on the young man in front of him. Akainu radiated endless murderous intent: "Today, in the name of justice, I will ensure you are buried with the souls of those Marines who died…" 

The voice fell silent.

He stomped his feet and rushed forward like lightning. 

Almost instantly, he reached Wilhelm: "Repent in hell... Dark Hound!" 

A massive surge of magma erupted. 

The fist, fully transformed into lava, was launched in an instant. 

In an instant, simulating a submarine volcano eruption, it exploded and elongated, releasing even more overwhelming power. 

Carrying a terrifying heat wave, it slammed into Wilhelm's head. 

Unstoppable, ruthless. 

It made people break out in a cold sweat. 

Undeniable. 

Magu Magu no Mi Fruit. 

This future Marine Admiral possessed incredibly terrifying attack power. 

With the devastatingly high temperature of magma, it could corrode, burn, melt, and incinerate all targets in its destructive path. 

Even a strong person, if merely grazed by magma, could suffer serious burns. 

Very dangerous. 

Even Wilhelm, born with an iron-hard physique, found it difficult to guarantee whether Akainu's magma, fused with high-level Armament Haki, would cause significant damage to his tough, seemingly indestructible body—or if it would leave scars. 

But he wouldn't be so foolish as to test it himself. 

"Whoosh!" 

A strange movement— 

Wilhelm's figure instantly disappeared in front of Akainu. 

He reappeared behind him. 

With the warning of Observation Haki, his hairs stood on end, and Akainu's pupils shrank in surprise, caught off guard. 

In the blink of an eye, he hastily turned around, quickly bringing up his defenses. 

"Hey..." 

Sure enough. 

In an instant, Haki intertwined with electric sparks, and the dark green sword edge gleamed ominously. 

The lightning-fast stab came from a tricky angle. 

Chilling. 

"Keng—" 

The sound of metal clashing echoed loudly. 

Magma liquid splattered everywhere. 

The heat waves scorched the air, making it almost unbearable. 

Akainu crossed his lava-wrapped arms in front of him, reinforced with Armament Haki for defense.

He narrowly blocked the attack from behind, which was difficult to defend against.

"Teleportation… is this your ability?" Sakazuki looked solemn as he stared at Wilhelm in front of him.

With his sharp eyesight, he could tell it wasn't just speed—it was an even more exaggerated form of teleportation.

Otherwise, his powerful Observation Haki wouldn't have been able to predict the opponent's trajectory at all.

A sense of awe and vigilance surged within him.

"Canglanglang--"

In an instant, a cold light flashed.

Wilhelm drew his exquisitely crafted natural teeth from its sheath with lightning speed.

His left hand, previously free, swung the sharp, deadly natural teeth fiercely at Akainu, whose expression twisted in shock.

"Keng!!"

"Clang!!"

"Sigh, chirp…"

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh…"

Sparks flew.

Lightning crackled.

The two powerful figures clashed ferociously, creating a whirlwind of destruction.

The sea churned, the wind howled, and ripples spread endlessly.

On the surface, massive waves crashed against each other, causing the already damaged warship to sway violently, accelerating its descent into the depths.

Strictly speaking, Wilhelm had little formal training in dual-blade swordsmanship.

However, his natural talent and exceptional adaptability set him apart from ordinary people. With ease, he wielded two swords—Shichiseiken in his right hand and natural teeth in his left—each displaying refined swordsmanship honed through countless battles and years of experience.

Their movements merged seamlessly, as if guided by instinct alone.

For ordinary swordsmen, dual-blade swordsmanship is an incredibly challenging art to master.

Yet for Wilhelm, it was effortless—smooth and fluid, with no hindrance.

Many have spent their entire lives trying to master the dual-blade style, only to fail.

But Wilhelm, with his superior talent, effortlessly wielded both swords in perfect harmony.

That, is the difference in natural talent.

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