Clearly, for this strike, Lancelot had used the power of the Gura Gura no Mi he had just obtained.
This ability had once created countless legends in Whitebeard's hands.
And now, in Lancelot's hands, it would shine with an even more dazzling light.
Because Lancelot did not merely possess raw strength that was no weaker than Whitebeard's.
His body was even more powerful than Whitebeard's had been.
His muscles were as tough as steel, his bones as solid as diamond, and that kind of physique allowed him to withstand the tremendous backlash caused by the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
More importantly, Lancelot also possessed the Sacred Sword's power to heal injuries.
That mysterious Sacred Sword granted him the ability to recover from wounds at incredible speed, meaning he would hardly suffer any permanent damage in battle.
With these two powerful advantages supporting him, using the Gura Gura no Mi came almost naturally to him.
He no longer had to worry about injuring himself through excessive use of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, nor did he need to fear harming his own body by unleashing its power too violently.
He could release the full force of the fruit without hesitation and crush his enemies completely.
In other words, Lancelot could now use the Gura Gura no Mi freely, without having to fear any unexpected consequences.
So the power the Tremor-Tremor Fruit displayed in his hands would absolutely be even greater than it had been in Whitebeard's.
That was not an exaggeration.
It was a fact.
Take the scene before them, for example.
When Enel's attack collided violently with Lancelot's once again, the result was not as earth-shaking as the earlier clashes had been.
Enel's enormous Thunder God form had originally been one of his strongest techniques, yet under Lancelot's punch, it suddenly seemed so fragile.
Enel's palm was blasted apart directly.
The severed hand instantly turned into a mass of violent electricity, scattering in every direction like a herd of startled wild horses.
Wherever those currents passed, both the air and the ground were scorched black, as though they had been struck by a dreadful thunderbolt.
"How is this possible?"
Seeing this, Enel could not help crying out in shock.
His eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face. He truly could not understand why such a powerful technique of his would be so helpless before this man.
One had to know that just moments ago, their attacks had still been evenly matched!
But reality was cruel, and Enel's shock did not make Lancelot pause in the slightest.
Lancelot swiftly raised his leg, then swept it out fiercely.
A terrifying slash shot forward like lightning, carrying an overwhelming force, as though it would tear the very space before it apart.
Boom!
In the next second, it was as though time had frozen.
Enel's immensely powerful Thunder God form was split cleanly in two.
The sight was so shocking that it could leave anyone speechless.
One could imagine just how terrifying the power of that Rankyaku slash was, to be able to tear through Enel's supposedly indestructible body so easily.
However, Enel was still a Logia ability user. His body possessed special properties, allowing him to rapidly recover after being attacked.
In the blink of an eye, his body fused back together, as if nothing had happened at all.
But at this moment, the way Enel looked at Lancelot had changed completely.
The trace of contempt and disdain that had originally been in his eyes was now gone, replaced by blazing fury.
He gnashed his teeth and roared, "Die!"
If Enel had still barely managed to keep his composure before, then now he had been completely overwhelmed by anger and the worsening state of the battle. He had fallen entirely into a berserk state.
Without hesitation, he unleashed one of his strongest techniques.
Mamaragan!
Enel's body instantly transformed into a dazzling bolt of lightning and shot into the sky at astonishing speed.
At the same time, using the Ark Maxim, he created a vast, boundless mass of thunderclouds.
The dark clouds covered the sky, and the thunderous power contained within them was enough to chill the blood.
Facing such a terrifying attack, Lancelot did not rush to counterattack as he had before.
Instead, he stood quietly where he was, staring at the approaching thunderclouds. The corner of his mouth even lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile.
He murmured, "Looks like he's using his final ultimate move."
His voice was not loud, yet it was filled with confidence and anticipation.
Then his eyes suddenly sharpened, as though the entire world had stopped in that instant.
"Then come!"
Lancelot's voice exploded through the air like thunder.
"Let me experience the power of your strongest attack!"
At that moment, the thunderclouds finally finished forming.
Expressionless, Enel raised his hand and released the powerful lightning he had personally created without hesitation.
That bolt of lightning was like a roaring dragon, charging straight into the clouds and slamming violently into the thunderclouds with overwhelming force.
That impact was like a fuse being lit, instantly triggering a chain reaction.
The restless electrons within the thunderclouds erupted like an ignited powder keg, violently pouring down toward the ground and forming countless dazzling bolts of lightning.
Those lightning bolts were so dense that they resembled a massive electric net, enveloping the entire space.
Every bolt contained astonishing energy, as though it wanted to tear everything apart.
Such a terrifying attack would be absolutely fatal to an ordinary person.
Under such dense lightning strikes, no one should have the slightest chance of survival.
However, for a powerhouse like Lancelot, this was nothing more than an insignificant game.
For an existence at his level, this kind of large-area technique, where each individual strike was relatively weaker, was practically child's play.
He could even ignore the lightning completely and stand there unharmed.
Of course, that was only relative to him.
If it were anyone else—even a Four Emperor-level figure like Red-Haired Shanks—facing an attack like this, they absolutely would not dare to be careless.
He would surely choose to dodge around until the technique ended before looking for an opportunity to counterattack.
After all, even a weakened bolt of lightning still possessed a level of power that an ordinary body of flesh and blood could never endure.
But Lancelot was not an ordinary body of flesh and blood.
At this moment, he had long since surpassed Kaido and become the true strongest creature in the world.
"This…"
Even though Enel had already prepared himself mentally, seeing Lancelot calmly bathed beneath the thunder, completely unmoved, still made him question his entire understanding of reality.
At least dodge a little!
He did not move at all.
In Enel's eyes, that behavior was nothing less than naked provocation.