How big is Wano, really?
If you subtract the chunk of Onigashima that Ghidorah destroyed last time, and add in the devastation from Wano's eventual downfall, the truth is—Wano isn't all that large.
Even with a third of its original landmass gone, it was still more than enough to support Ghidorah's massive body.
Not only that—several gigantic Pluton hybrids stood upon the land as well, and even then there was still space to spare.
By this point, however, the entire island of Wano was on the verge of collapse. Across the whole territory, not a single patch of land remained intact.
"Ghidorah… I didn't expect you to have the upper hand again this time."
On the island stood a man with bulging muscles and long red hair flowing over his shoulders. His face was fierce as he glared at the monstrous beast coiled below.
"Heh… knowing full well you can't kill me, you people still insist on wasting your strength on such pointless efforts."
"I can't decide whether to admire your courage… or laugh at your ignorance."
Ghidorah's entire body was covered in countless cracks. Golden blood flowed down his frame, and yet those wounds were already knitting themselves closed.
In his entire lifetime, there were only a handful of opponents worthy of his notice.
And the man before him was one of them—indeed, the strongest among them. A member of the Twenty Kings Group.
At least, that was the face shown to the world. In truth, he was one of the hidden rulers behind the Twenty Kings' power.
His strength could only be summed up with one phrase: "A mortal body that rivals the gods."
And that description carried not an ounce of exaggeration. What's more—he wasn't even a Devil Fruit user.
Relying solely on a human body of flesh and bone, he had clawed his way into the realm of the absolute elite.
That hulking physique of raging muscle could only be compared to one figure: Yujiro Hanma.
A monster among men, a strength that bordered on the grotesque—pushed all the way to its ultimate extreme.
And it wasn't just power. The sheer, reckless ferocity that this man carried was no less than Hanma's either.
Faced with such an opponent, Ghidorah felt a rare sense of vexation.
It wasn't that he feared being outmatched. Rather, the man's size itself limited how Ghidorah could fight.
Against an ant-like opponent, darting around with inhuman speed, his proudest weapon—his gravitational beams—were nearly useless.
He couldn't land a hit, and every blast was just wasted energy.
His massive size granted him godlike might—but it also came with restrictions.
"Hahahaha! Even if I can't kill you, I'll find a way to seal you again."
"Don't forget—we've done it before."
No sooner had the red-haired man spoken than several figures appeared beside him, each one glaring with murderous intensity.
Seeing their faces, Ghidorah wasn't the least bit surprised.
He gazed at those all-too-familiar visages—then suddenly threw back his heads and let out a thunderous laugh.
The ancient monster's roar shook the skies themselves. Only after a long while did he finally speak:
"So it's you stubborn phantoms again. For the sake of immortality, you really do cling to life like pigs and dogs."
The instant those words fell, the two side heads of Ghidorah snapped open their jaws. Twin torrents of gravitational beams blasted forth.
He knew the beams were of little effect—but before these old adversaries, he could hardly show weakness.
The rays erupted with a shrill, deafening roar.
But his enemies were already prepared. At the moment the beams discharged, they slipped out of range in an instant.
The terrible energy washed across the land, whipping up a hurricane in its wake.
The group that had dodged exchanged a quick glance—and without hesitation, launched their counterattack together.
Apart from the red-haired man, who possessed no Devil Fruit powers, the others were all ability users.
One of them, an elder with grey-white hair and a withered face, suddenly clasped his hands together. The entire island shuddered violently.
The ground beneath Ghidorah's feet collapsed with a crash, leaving a vast crater yawning open.
At the same time, an immense pressure pressed down from above, forcing Ghidorah's body to sink ever so slightly.
Before he could retaliate, another man appeared in the air above him, fists glowing with a chilling power.
A bone-piercing cold spread outward, and the very air seemed to freeze solid. Temperatures plummeted in an instant.
The Paramecia-type: Temperature-Temperature Fruit.
When pushed to its limits, even the might of magma or ice from the Logia class could not compare to its sheer terror.
On the surface, it allowed the user to alter the temperature of whatever they touched. But that was only its most basic ability.
Developed to its peak, it could alter the temperature of an entire domain.
And when temperatures reached such extremes, even the weather itself could be changed.
The man before them had already ascended to that stage.
With just one Paramecia-type fruit, he could warp the climate around him. It was terrifying beyond measure.
As his hands unleashed their power, the land of Wano itself seemed to turn into a winter island.
Moisture in the air froze into crystalline shards, drifting down like snow in early winter.
But to mistake them for mere snowflakes would be a fatal error.
For every glittering shard that touched the earth instantly froze whatever it struck solid, transforming it into an ice sculpture.
The deadly cold they carried was self-evident.
Crack… crack…
When the ice shards landed on Ghidorah, frost immediately spread across his golden scales, coating them in a creeping layer of white.
Even his blood slowed within his veins. Ghidorah's eyes widened, his heads rearing up in a furious roar as arcs of golden lightning surged across his body.
Crackle… crackle…
Jagged bolts tore apart the ice shell, and the massive dragon wrenched himself upward, slowly breaking free of the binding frost.
Seeing him still move despite the dual suppression, the group's faces darkened.
"Fourth brother! Use your vines to bind him—don't let him move!"
The red-haired man barked the command as Ghidorah began to struggle loose.
At once, a figure cloaked in grey robes descended onto the island.
He pulled a handful of seeds from his pouch, then slammed them into the ground with both hands.
His power activated—and the buried seeds erupted with unnatural growth, as if drenched in supernatural fertilizer.
The earth heaved and swelled, bulging upward as if great beasts were writhing beneath.
In moments, massive green vines as thick as tree trunks burst from the soil, writhing like serpents as they surged toward Ghidorah.
"Damn pests—again?!"
Ghidorah snarled. This vine-wielding ability—like some otherworldly version of Wood Release—was always a thorn in his side.
Fragile in appearance, but with tenacity and regenerative force that made them a nightmare. Even for him, breaking free once bound was no small task.
And both sides knew the truth: though Ghidorah was immortal, immortality was not the same as being unsealable.
He could not afford carelessness. With no hesitation, he blasted a beam from his jaws, incinerating swathes of approaching vines into ash.
BOOM!!
But just as he blasted through a mass of them, a violent shock struck his left head, cutting the beam short.
From the cloud of dust and debris, the red-haired titan emerged, muscles taut and body charging forward—
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