Judging from Cracker’s foolish, dazed expression, he probably did not even know who the black hand that had destroyed Whole Cake Island belonged to.
“Consider yourself lucky.” Sylvan glanced back lightly and swept his gaze over Cracker as if it were nothing, then walked away as casually as if he were taking a stroll.
Whole Cake Island was Big Mom’s territory, after all.
There were still quite a few scattered remnants of her forces.
Along the way, Sylvan ran into many enemies, but all of them were dealt with effortlessly.
The Big Mom Pirates were different from other pirate crews.
They were completely family-based.
Big Mom’s children all fought to the death without retreating, refusing to run no matter what.
“Stop right there.” Before he had even walked a few hundred meters, Sylvan was blocked by an uninvited guest who suddenly appeared.
This person could be considered fairly handsome.
Although his appearance was only average, he was already quite decent within this malformed family.
He was also rather tall, with a cold expression on his face and an extremely powerful aura.
Even without anger, he carried authority.
A clearly visible pirate skull was tattooed on his shoulder, and he wore a messy scarf around his neck.
“More small fry.” Sylvan sighed faintly and asked aloud, “You’re Charlotte Katakuri, right?
If I remember correctly, you’re the old witch’s second son, and also one of the Sweet Four Commanders.” “Old witch?” Katakuri clenched his fists tightly.
Calling his mother an old witch was the greatest provocation against him.
“You’re different from that small fry called Cracker.
I can play with you for a bit.
Are you ready?” Sylvan looked at Katakuri with a smile and crooked his finger, his face full of provocation.
“Brat, you’re courting death!” Katakuri’s eyes were lit with towering flames.
With a flash, he rushed out at extreme speed.
“Trash with a mere five-hundred-million-berry bounty dares act arrogant in front of me?” Bang.
Katakuri’s fierce punch smashed into Sylvan’s forehead.
Its force was extremely powerful.
Even a pirate with a bounty over a hundred million would have had their head blown apart.
“So hard…” The instant he hit Sylvan, Katakuri’s expression sank.
He lowered his head and saw that Sylvan’s head had already turned deep black, protected by Armament Haki.
Bang, bang, bang!
Unwilling to believe it, Katakuri followed up with another barrage of Haki-coated fists.
Every punch was enough to destroy a mountain or sink a warship.
Without a doubt, the dense wave of destructive attacks all smashed into Sylvan’s head.
But this twelve-year-old child’s entire body was like diamond, impossibly difficult to break through.
No matter how fierce the attacks were, his expression did not change in the slightest.
“Wood Release: Cutting Technique.” A large number of long spikes quietly drilled out from the ground, sharp as spears, silently stabbing toward Katakuri.
Crack, crack, crack… The instant they stabbed into Katakuri, his body seemed to be made of stone, solid as a boulder.
After being struck, he remained completely unharmed.
Instead, the wooden spikes snapped apart one after another.
“Brat, my main focus is Observation Haki.
Did you think I wouldn’t notice that little trick?” Katakuri snorted disdainfully, his expression saying he had seen through Sylvan’s scheme.
In truth, he had already sensed it when the Wood Release tried to ambush him from behind, and he had covered his back in Armament Haki to strengthen his defense.
Sylvan did not care.
He only looked at him plainly.
“Don’t be too confident as a person, and don’t be too proud either.
Maybe I deliberately guided you just now.” Katakuri revealed a playful smile and said boredly, “Then use your real ultimate move.
Let me…” “Wood Release: Hotei Technique.” The ground suddenly shook violently.
Immediately after, the soil burst apart, and huge wooden hands drilled out from the earth like pythons.
In the blink of an eye, they filled Katakuri’s vision.
Under his terrified gaze, they slapped down mercilessly.
“There’s even a powerful move like this?” Katakuri’s expression darkened.
Those huge wooden hands made him feel deeply powerless.
He was truly too small and insignificant.
Even so, he still roared in a final struggle, “Armament Hardening!” Pfft.
A massive palm slapped down.
The earth shattered.
Even with Armament Haki as defense, Katakuri was still struck until he spat blood.
His supposedly invincible Armament defense was broken through, and his entire body became a bloody mess.
His body cracked again and again as he was violently sent flying over a hundred meters, looking utterly miserable.
Every bone in his body had been broken.
“How can he be this strong?
He’s only a little over ten years old.
Even if he started training in the womb, he shouldn’t be this powerful.” Katakuri lay on the ground, shocked and uncertain.
Even raising his head was extremely difficult.
His expression was horrified as he stared at the twelve-year-old boy.
The difference between his strength and his age was like heaven and earth.
“Do you still want to defeat me now?
Actually, you should have seen your own defeat long ago, right?” Sylvan slowly walked over and stepped on Katakuri’s head.
His gaze was deep as he said calmly, “Idiot, do you know why I’m interested in you?” “You seem to be able to see part of the future, right?” Sylvan’s eyes shone brightly, dazzling like stars.
He stared straight at Katakuri and asked with a smile, “Did you see me and Kaido of the Beasts joining forces to deal with Big Mom, and even the scene of us killing her?” “————” Katakuri lowered his head, his face ashen.
He had indeed seen that scene.
He had seen Sylvan and Kaido of the Beasts joining forces, beating Big Mom until she was covered in blood and her body was torn apart, even nearly killing her.
As one of the Sweet Four Commanders and Big Mom’s son, Katakuri naturally wanted to stop that tragedy from happening.
But his own strength was too weak.
He was simply not Sylvan’s opponent and could not stop him.
He had been completely crushed.
“I really envy such an excellent ability.
In fact, you could have chosen a different path.” Seeing Katakuri’s ugly expression, Sylvan understood that his guess had been right.
He immediately shook his head and said, “The wheels of history cannot be stopped.
If I were you, I would choose another path: flee for my life early instead of trying to clash head-on.” After saying that, Sylvan walked past Katakuri.
Bravery without thought was useless.
If he had fled ahead of time, today’s tragedy would not have happened.