"Destroying gods? 'Humans' want to destroy 'gods'? Heh heh heh heh!"
Hearing this, Enel laughed so hard he could barely close his mouth. "These humans from the blue sea actually dare to say such arrogant things!"
In Enel's opinion, Rowan only managed to tie with him earlier because he hadn't been serious.
Once he went all out, he could easily destroy this entire sky island, let alone a mere blue sea human.
However, Rowan remained seated on the chair made of sand, smiling as he looked at Enel. This made Enel very annoyed.
He really wanted to see if Rowan could maintain his current attitude when all the people from the "Four Seas Alliance" were wiped out.
A strange, uneasy feeling gradually rose in his heart.
Lightning flashed, and Enel moved to several different spots, but he couldn't find a place that satisfied him.
After thinking about it, Enel decided that Rowan and his sand chair were probably right in the center of the floating island, making them too much of an eyesore.
...
After thinking it over, Crocodile thought that the guy named Enel was probably just an idiot who could throw lightning.
From Crocodile's perspective, Enel was like a restless spark of electricity, darting around the floating island, constantly trying to find the most noticeable spot to show off his existence.
Finally, Enel flashed in front of Rowan, holding his pure gold staff, and chuckled softly.
"Heh heh heh heh..."
Crocodile couldn't help but move a few steps away, afraid of being contaminated by that extremely showy aura.
...
Enel spun the staff in his hand.
High-voltage electricity spread throughout the staff, and the heat energy exploded into an incredible high temperature. The gold melted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Rumble-Rumble Fruit – Thunder Metallurgy!
Enel could use the power of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit to shape the gold in his hand into any form he wanted.
Of course, the Rumble-Rumble Fruit couldn't directly control gold; that was just an added effect of the electrical heat energy.
Drops of molten gold fell to the ground, gradually forming a hollow gold chair.
Enel sat down on it, facing Rowan, and the annoyance in his heart finally lessened a bit.
...
During this time, Rowan's gaze had been fixed on the distant sky.
His eyes hadn't blinked once.
Within his pupils, countless tiny grains of sand swirled, forming two small sand tables that only he could see.
Finally, when Enel sat down, Rowan blinked for the first time, and at the same time, he dispelled the two sand tables.
Then, he raised his right hand and waved.
"..."
No one answered.
Rowan turned his head and saw Crocodile trying to avoid his gaze. He slowly said:
"Little Crocodile, help me out?"
"No."
"Don't you want to hear what the favor is?"
"No."
"Help me deliver a letter to the people below."
A letter made of sand appeared in Crocodile's hand.
He frowned, about to crush the letter, but the words on it suddenly made him pause.
His eyes flickered, and a dark smile appeared on Crocodile's face.
"Heh heh heh heh, alright, you said it, no take-backs."
"That's right, I said it."
Rowan nodded with a smile. "So, you agree to help?"
Crocodile was about to nod, but he suddenly remembered what he had said earlier and immediately denied it. "No."
Rowan said slowly, "Delivering a letter *is* helping."
"Heh heh heh heh, there's no way I'm going to deliver a letter for you."
Crocodile's eyes flickered. He had already thought of a solution.
He flashed over, suddenly appeared behind the sky islander Habu, grabbed him by the collar, and tossed him outwards!
Whoosh!
Before Habu could react to what was happening, Crocodile threw him directly off the floating island.
Although sky islanders have wings on their backs, they can't actually fly.
At this height, Habu, whose body strength is no different from ordinary humans, would definitely die if he landed!
Crocodile clapped his hands and pretended to be surprised. "Oh, how did that kid accidentally fall? I'll go help him!"
With that, Crocodile's lower body transformed into a sandstorm.
With a "bam," Crocodile suddenly exerted force and leaped out, catching up to Habu instantly, grabbing him by the collar.
Crocodile thought that the thin sky islander would panic, but to his surprise, Habu didn't scream or shout. Instead, he stared straight up at the sky.
The look in his eyes made Crocodile's back crawl.
"Hey, you almost fell to your death, aren't you scared?"
"I won't die... probably."
Habu shook his head, looking calm.
"But I used to go out with my teacher to observe the weather, and I was blown off the sky island by strong winds several times, and I was almost struck by lightning several times, so it's more or less the same as now."
Crocodile then remembered that Habu hadn't shown any fear when facing Enel's earth-shattering lightning either.
"Heh heh heh, another crazy person..."
Crocodile chuckled a few times. "Hold on tight, I'm not responsible if you fall to your death."
Then, half of his body transformed into a sandstorm, plummeting towards Upper Yard!
...
On the floating island.
Enel's expression was not good.
The Mind's Eye, developed through his fruit ability, allowed Enel to sense the entire sky island, and he could even hear the conversations of the people on the island clearly.
But regarding written letters, especially ones made of a special material like sand, Enel could only sense a blurry picture.
The only thing he knew was that there weren't many words on the letter.
What was written on the letter? Was it a strategy for those blue sea people?
Enel pondered silently.
...
On the other side.
The Four Seas Alliance members, who had been pulled all the way to Upper Yard by the sand rope, had finally barely regained their senses.
They jumped off the ship and stood on familiar ground.
After a preliminary inspection, they found that the ship had no obvious damage.
Dalton couldn't help but marvel, "As expected of a ship from a super-great power!"
Bell nodded. He suddenly heard strange noises coming from directly above them.
"Watch out above!"
Everyone looked up and saw a sandstorm surging towards them.
The fierce, raging sandstorm was descending from the sky. It should have been a terrifying scene, but for the Four Seas Alliance members, the frightening sandstorm made them feel incredibly safe.
Hocka's eyes lit up. "Is that Mr. Rowan?"
"No."
Bell shook his head. "It's not the Founder, it's Mr. Crocodile, and... a sky islander?"
Boom!
Everyone watched as Crocodile landed, holding the sky islander by the collar. For a moment, the surrounding area was covered by the sandstorm, and visibility was extremely low.
The next moment, the excess sand began to contract, returning to Crocodile's body.
Click!
He lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and then threw Habu to Dalton.
Looking at the surprised crowd, Crocodile frowned and gestured outwards with his mouth.
"What are you all standing around for? Start fighting!"
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