Dorry clenched his teeth behind Joy Boy and growled, "Joy Boy, do you even understand the chaos you have caused? Someone like Loki will never change. He is a walking disaster."
Joy Boy did not turn back. His voice remained steady as he replied, "No, he is only lost in power for now."
At that moment, Loki moved again. He spread his arms wide, and brilliant golden light burst from his palms. The light extended outward, connecting seamlessly until it formed a radiant longbow.
Drawing the luminous weapon, Loki pulled the string back. A blazing arrow materialized instantly, burning with intense golden heat.
He aimed directly at Joy Boy, his expression indifferent. "Arrow of the Sun."
The moment he released the string, the arrow shot forward, trailing blazing golden flames that scorched the air itself.
Joy Boy's eyes narrowed slightly. One of his arms expanded instantly, swelling to an enormous size. His hand, surrounded by surging white air currents, opened wide and caught the incoming arrow in his palm.
In the next instant, red gold flames erupted violently between his fingers, clashing against the white currents that wrapped around his hand.
The heat of the Arrow of the Sun was enough to vaporize living beings in an instant, yet it failed to harm Joy Boy's bare skin. After a brief struggle, the blazing energy weakened, breaking into scattered sparks before dissolving into thin strands of black smoke that faded into nothing.
Loki's facial muscles twitched slightly. That single exchange was enough to reveal that Joy Boy's strength far exceeded his expectations.
Even so, he showed no intention of stopping.
Back when he had been imprisoned in the underworld, Joy Boy had appeared before him surrounded by Giants. They had called him the legendary Sun God, a title Loki had always dismissed with disdain.
The Giant Tribe preserved records of Joy Boy's past, recounting how, eight hundred years ago, countless Giants had rallied around him. His bond with them ran deep.
But in Loki's eyes, Joy Boy and his so called Nika Devil Fruit amounted to nothing more than worthless rubber.
Rubber daring to claim the title of Sun God was absurd.
As the user of the Apollo Devil Fruit, Loki believed himself to be the only true Sun God in existence.
With that thought, Loki exhaled a scorching breath. The sun pattern etched across his body began to rotate slowly, while the radiant disc behind his neck returned to its original form.
Seeing this, Joy Boy grinned broadly. "Come on, let's see the full extent of your sun power."
As he spoke, Joy Boy shifted from his cross legged posture. He spread his limbs outward, and his body expanded rapidly until he matched Loki's towering size.
As the prince of the Giant Tribe, Loki carried the bloodline of ancient Giants, far purer than that of his half brother Hajrudin. This was evident in his massive stature and powerful physique.
Even elite Giants such as Dorry and Brogy, captains of the Giant Warrior Pirates, rarely surpassed twenty five meters in height. Loki, still young, had already exceeded thirty meters.
After activating his Apollo form, his height surged past forty meters, making him significantly larger than most Giants.
Now, with Joy Boy matching his scale, both figures appeared colossal even among the Giant Tribe. All eyes were forced upward to witness their confrontation.
Loki stared at Joy Boy and said coldly, "Are you trying to provoke me? You should be capable of growing even larger."
Joy Boy waved his hands exaggeratedly, feigning surprise. "No, no, that is not it at all. I just thought this size would make things easier."
"A foolish idea," Loki sneered. "I take back what I said earlier. You are not close to a god. You are just an idiot given a title by fools."
His words insulted not only Joy Boy but also the Giant Tribe and the Mink Tribe. Both races, known for their straightforward nature, flushed with anger immediately.
Joy Boy's smile faded. His expression turned cold.
The playful tone vanished from his voice as he said, "You should not insult my companions, Loki."
Loki had long been irritated by Joy Boy's carefree demeanor. Seeing that expression disappear only amused him further.
He lifted his chin slightly, his voice filled with arrogance. "A Sun God does not need companions, especially not useless ones."
Joy Boy did not respond immediately. He lowered his head and exhaled a thick cloud of white vapor.
When he raised his head again, his gaze had turned icy.
"Loki, you need to be taught a proper lesson."
Loki curled his lip in contempt and took a stance. "Teach me? You think you can do that with your rubber body?"
In an instant, Joy Boy vanished.
He reappeared directly in front of Loki, their faces mere inches apart.
Despite his massive size, Joy Boy's speed was unaffected. Loki's eyes widened, the red gold glow within them flickering with shock.
Joy Boy did not attack immediately. Instead, he stared directly into Loki's eyes.
In his Apollo form, Loki's eyes were far from ordinary. Known as the Eyes of Apollo, they could ignite blazing solar flames wherever his gaze landed. At such close range, an ordinary person would be reduced to ashes in less than a second.
Yet Joy Boy showed no reaction, completely ignoring the terrifying ability.
That silent defiance alone shattered Loki's composure.
A blazing sphere of golden fire erupted around Loki's fist as he roared and swung it toward Joy Boy's face.
"Who do you think you are? I am the true Sun God!"
Joy Boy crouched slightly, effortlessly evading the attack. In the same motion, he launched an upward punch that struck Loki squarely in the abdomen.
The force was immense. The shape of Joy Boy's fist bulged outward from Loki's back, the impact visibly traveling through his body.
Loki let out a strained cry, spitting out a mouthful of saliva that splattered onto Joy Boy's hair, which flickered like white flames.
Joy Boy did not react to it. His voice was low and steady.
"You call yourself the true Sun God. Then show me something."
His eyes sharpened.
"Can a god like you bleed?"