Enel's body flew through the air like a kite with its string cut, hurtling more than a hundred meters before slamming hard into a solid wall.
With a deafening bang, his body collided violently with the wall and burst apart in an instant, scattering into countless dazzling streaks of electricity.
Yet, to anyone watching, the shocking part was that those currents did not disperse.
Instead, they seemed almost alive, rapidly gathering together again before condensing back into human form.
At last, Enel returned to his original appearance.
But by now, he had completely lost the arrogant bearing he had shown earlier.
Across his chest, a hideous wound was pouring blood without pause, as though the flow would never stop.
Enel's face had gone pale as paper, drained of all color. His once-deep eyes were now dim and shaken, filled with despair and disbelief.
There was still a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, the blood he had coughed up after taking that heavy blow.
It proved not only that his chest had been badly wounded, but also that his internal organs had suffered damage from the terrifying impact.
At this moment, there was no trace left of his earlier divine majesty.
All that remained was endless misery and humiliation.
Yet Enel, who had always cared greatly about his image, had no room to worry about any of that now.
His entire attention was locked on the bone-deep wound across his chest, and the sight of it was so horrifying that it felt as if his heart had stopped beating.
"How is this possible?"
Enel muttered to himself, his voice filled with shock and disbelief.
He lowered his head and stared fixedly at his own chest. That wound looked like a bloody maw opened wide, greedily devouring his life.
The blood flowing from it quickly dyed half his body red. Even his trousers were stained a shocking crimson, the color painfully vivid.
Finally, the blood slid down his body and pooled beneath him, forming a horrifying puddle on the ground.
He still could not believe this was real.
And yet the agony tearing through his body was cruelly reminding him that all of this had truly happened.
It was no dream.
Reality was this brutal, and no matter how unwilling he was to accept it, he could not change the truth before him.
"Bastard! You're asking to die!"
At that moment, Enel's rage erupted like a volcano.
But instead of losing his reason, he became even calmer.
He understood perfectly that if he did not unleash everything now, he might never have another chance.
With such a severe injury, the blood loss alone would be enough to kill him.
So he had no choice.
He had to finish off the enemy in front of him as quickly as possible, then treat his wounds.
Only then would he have a chance to survive.
"60,000,000 Volt Jamboule: Thunder Dragon!"
Enel suddenly struck the drums on his shoulders.
With his movement, the drums released rolling thunder, as though they were answering his fury.
Immediately afterward, a powerful current erupted from the drums and gathered in the air, forming a massive thunder dragon.
It bared its fangs and claws as it lunged fiercely toward Lancelot.
The thunder dragon came with overwhelming momentum. Wherever it passed, the air itself was ionized, crackling sharply.
It was like a bolt of lightning from hell, carrying endless destructive force, determined to annihilate Lancelot completely.
The power of this strike was terrifying. A high-voltage current of sixty million volts was enough to turn any ordinary person into charcoal in an instant.
If it were any other opponent, they would probably have had no choice but to wait helplessly for death before this world-shaking attack.
After all, sixty million volts was no joke. A normal person simply could not endure that level of power.
More importantly, lightning's speed was no slower than light.
This attack came as fast as a flash of lightning, leaving no time to react, much less dodge.
It was just like Zoro's evaluation of Kizaru in the original story—so fast that dodging became impossible.
Not only was it fast, but it also carried tremendous destructive power.
Who could block it?
Faced with such a terrifying attack, an ordinary person would have already been scared out of their wits.
But Lancelot showed no fear at all.
He merely lifted his arm lightly, and a powerful surge of Armament Haki instantly emerged, gathering in his hand like raging waves.
In the blink of an eye, that Haki transformed into a massive long blade, radiating an aura that made the heart tremble.
Then Lancelot swung it down without hesitation.
The long blade shot out like lightning, carrying unmatched force as it cleaved toward that terrifying attack.
A deafening explosion rang out.
The seemingly unstoppable 60,000,000 Volt Jamboule was actually split in two by that single slash!
However, at that very moment, Enel suddenly unleashed his strongest technique.
"200,000,000 Volt Amaru!"
He released all of the "two hundred million volts" of electricity within his body, wrapping himself completely in the lightning he had unleashed.
Using that power, he transformed into the form of a gigantic thunder god.
The offensive power of this technique absolutely could not be underestimated.
And the 60,000,000 Volt Jamboule just now had been nothing more than a feint.
The reason he used it was to buy enough time to prepare this next move.
After all, while this technique was immensely powerful, it had one obvious flaw: it required time to charge.
However, after long training and constant refinement, Enel had already compressed that charge time to the shortest possible duration.
Against ordinary people, such a brief charge time might not have mattered much at all.
But he had personally witnessed Lancelot's speed just now.
After suffering such a painful lesson once, he no longer dared to be careless in the slightest.
At this moment, Lancelot was equally shocked.
Because right before his eyes, Enel had truly transformed into a thunder god.
A gigantic lightning giant, twenty meters tall, stood there with dazzling thunder flashing across its entire body, as if a deity from myth had stepped into reality.
The visual impact was overwhelming.
Even though Lancelot had seen this form in the anime in his previous life, witnessing such a colossal being standing directly before him was still enough to leave him stunned for a moment, almost unable to speak.
After all, seeing something on a computer screen and witnessing such an enormous creature with one's own eyes were two completely different experiences.
At this moment, if Enel claimed he was a god, Lancelot did not even feel like refuting him anymore.
Because right now, Enel truly was a thunder god.
"Damn it!"
Lancelot finally could not help cursing.
Because the pressure Enel was displaying right now was simply too shocking.
If someone told him now that Enel could descend to the Blue Sea and fight Kizaru, Aokiji, or Akainu evenly, he would believe it.
Even if someone said Enel had reached the level of the Four Emperors, he would believe that too.
Truly.
He was too strong.