The more Lancelot saw, the stronger his sense of injustice for Enel became.
In the original storyline, Enel had practically received the kind of treatment usually reserved for movie villains. It was honestly brutal.
Yet precisely because of that, Lancelot's desire for the Goro Goro no Mi—the Logia said to possess the greatest destructive power—only grew stronger.
If he could obtain this fruit, then his side would undoubtedly gain another Admiral-level powerhouse.
At that thought, Lancelot could not help clicking his tongue in admiration, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
At the same time, he did not hesitate to activate the power of the Sacred Sword.
After all, against Enel, who had now transformed into the Thunder God, Lancelot absolutely did not dare to be careless.
He was not like Luffy, blessed with an absurd protagonist's luck and a natural counter to Enel's power.
The muscles across Lancelot's body began to swell rapidly.
His already powerful frame became even larger under the enhancement of his dragon-man form.
At this moment, he stood there like a mountain, radiating an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Originally, Lancelot had only been three meters tall.
But with the two forms stacked together, his height had now reached an astonishing five meters.
Even so, before Enel's Thunder God form, he still looked small.
Boom!
In that instant, Enel's eyes locked tightly onto Lancelot, his gaze filled with shock.
Through his astonishing Observation Haki, he could clearly sense Lancelot's strength surging dramatically in a single moment.
Facing such a terrifying opponent, Enel did not dare to hesitate in the slightest. He swung his fist down with the force of thunder, smashing it viciously toward Lancelot.
Seeing this, the corner of Lancelot's mouth lifted into a confident smile.
He raised his arm just as quickly, meeting Enel's fist head-on without the slightest weakness.
Yet in the instant before their fists collided, a powerful surge of Armament Haki erupted from his body and wrapped around his fist in the form of Ryuo.
At the same time, black lightning flickered around Lancelot's fist.
Those arcs moved like venomous dragons, coiling around his hand and giving off an extremely dangerous feeling.
Clearly, this punch did not only contain Armament Haki.
It had also fused with the terrifying power of Conqueror's Haki.
The strength of this punch was beyond imagination.
Bang!
In the next instant, their fists slammed together, unleashing an earth-shaking roar. The sound was like an explosion, deafening enough to nearly tear through the eardrums.
Along with that tremendous impact, a terrifying shockwave swept outward like a violent hurricane.
Everything on the ground was thrown into the air, as if lifted by an invisible giant hand.
Trees, stones, even buildings were torn apart under the fury of the shockwave, then scattered like rain over a thousand meters away.
At the center of the impact, Lancelot and Enel both took a step back as if struck by a heavy blow.
Lancelot felt a powerful force surge from Enel's side, shaking his arm until it went numb and making the web between his thumb and forefinger ache.
"Now that's satisfying!"
Feeling the might Enel was displaying, excitement surged in Lancelot's heart.
Because the power Enel was showing right now had already reached a level that could contend with the Four Emperors. It made Lancelot look forward to this battle even more.
"Again!"
Lancelot roared and threw another punch without hesitation, carrying endless strength and momentum as he blasted straight toward Enel.
Enel did not back down either. He swung his fist forward and met Lancelot's attack head-on.
In an instant, their fists collided in midair, releasing another thunderous boom.
The sound rang through the entire space like a clap of heavenly thunder, making the air itself seem to tremble.
For that moment, time seemed to freeze.
Inside the shrine, the soldiers who had been startled by the battle all stood there dumbfounded.
Their eyes were fixed on the two fists clashing against each other.
One belonged to Enel in his twenty-meter-tall Thunder God form.
The other belonged to Lancelot, who stood only five meters tall.
The enormous difference in their height created a shocking visual impact unlike anything they had ever seen.
It was like watching a giant fight a much smaller man, and that sharp contrast left them deeply shaken.
Not only that, but because of the difference in size, their fists were nowhere near the same either.
Enel's fist was like a massive water vat, while Lancelot's seemed almost small by comparison.
When those two fists smashed together, the sheer contrast was almost too stunning to describe.
This exchange ended evenly once again.
Neither side gained the advantage, and both were forced to retreat several steps.
However, their moods were completely different.
Lancelot's face was filled with an excited smile. He was clearly looking forward to this fight, his battle spirit burning brighter and brighter.
Enel, by contrast, felt as heavy as lead.
He had already been seriously wounded.
The reason he had used his Thunder God form directly was to end the battle as quickly as possible.
But never in his wildest dreams had he expected that even after using his strongest technique, his opponent would still be able to fight him evenly.
Worse still, Lancelot was becoming more and more excited the longer they fought.
Meanwhile, with every clash between them, Enel's wound was pulled open again and again. His injuries worsened, and blood gushed out like a broken dam.
He could not accept this situation.
He knew very well that if he did not risk everything now, it might truly be too late.
So Enel gritted his teeth and drove strength into both legs.
His enormous Thunder God body shot into the air like an arrow released from a bowstring.
High above, he raised his right hand, then brought it down in a hand chop with overwhelming thunderous force, as though he intended to split the entire world apart.
Facing this terrifying strike, Lancelot showed no fear at all.
His body stood firmly in place, like an immovable mountain.
His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cold and resolute look, as though this attack was nothing more than a breeze brushing past his face.
His clenched fist tightened even further. Veins bulged, muscles tensed, and his overwhelming strength became fully visible.
Then, a shocking scene unfolded.
A dazzling ring of white light suddenly appeared around his fist, brilliant as the sun itself.
The light was so intense that even the surrounding air seemed to brighten.
And around that white light, black lightning-like energy twisted and coiled.
Those black arcs moved like small serpents, weaving together with the white radiance to form a terrifying force that made the heart tremble.
That power was both mysterious and horrifying.
Enough to make anyone feel a chill deep in their bones.