Thud!
The massive Mammoth was once again blasted away.
The scarred body crashed directly into half of Black Rock Mountain, causing countless rocks to pour down like a torrential rain.
"Huff, huff..."
Jack's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily.
This was already the sixteenth time he had been knocked away, and the accumulated injuries all over his body were reaching an unavoidable point.
A large hole had been pierced through his abdomen, both of his ivory tusks were completely broken, and blood was continuously gushing out.
But...
He abruptly lifted his head and let out an unwilling roar!
Incredibly, he stood up forcibly from the pile of rubble, spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, and grinned grimly at Saint Garling in the sky:
"Still not enough! Not enough!!! This intensity doesn't even match up to a casual punch from the boss during training, old geezer, show me something better!"
Saint Garling turned his head slightly, lowering his eyes to look down, and frowned slightly.
"Resilience is a good thing, but persisting to such an extent is somewhat annoying."
He spoke indifferently.
In his view, this Mammoth didn't pose much of a threat; all its attacks couldn't even touch his body and were easily deflected by him.
Yet, the opponent was not just extremely resistant defensively but also had incredible willpower.
Every time it was knocked down, he thought it was over, but it always stood back up, even growing more determined after every setback.
Granted, most of his main efforts were focused on coordinating the siege against Shanks, not specifically targeting Jack.
But even so...
The fact that he couldn't completely deal with such a low-tier Pirate was enough to make Saint Garling's anger flare up for no reason.
Why!
Clearly, in front of him, he was no different from an ant, and his body was already deteriorating to the extreme.
Why?
Why could he still hold on until now?!
Was it because he considered himself a cadre of the Endgame, a subordinate of that man, and was willing to fight himself to the death, unwilling to lose face for him?!
Garling's gaze coldly glanced again at Shanks not far away.
This wayward son—his strength, he acknowledged—if only Shamrock were sent, in the end, it would certainly be the latter who died.
But with the addition of six Divine Knights with Undying Bodies, they could basically hold him down, wearing him to the brink step by step.
And if he joined in...
Everything would become a foregone conclusion, just like now!
—But seeing under the moonlight, Shanks was drenched in blood, several Moonlight Spears piercing his back, half-kneeling on the cracked scorched ground, using all his strength to support himself with Gryphon to avoid collapsing completely.
In such a state, he could not withstand much longer no matter what.
It seemed there was no need for him to intervene anymore.
So he would first focus all his efforts to deal with this dumb elephant in a single breath!
Saint Garling's eyes flashed chillingly, and the moonlight around him flared up fiercely.
"A mere low-tier Pirate, dare to provoke me, since you're in such a hurry to die..."
He raised his right hand expressionlessly, a brilliant moon wheel condensing in his palm, "Then I'll grant your wish!"
Crack!
The next moment, the thick Supreme King lightning suddenly entwined around the moon wheel, transforming it into a black-red hue, and even the night sky over Thunder God Island was bathed in a crimson, terrifying light!
More than thirty years had passed!
Now he was no longer the nameless youth from Divine Valley back then.
Since he could be entrusted with important tasks by the master, since he could step on old men who had lived for hundreds of years and become the supreme leader of this World Government, naturally, he would have mastered the Supreme King Entanglement!
"Not good!"
Far away, Shanks' pupils shrank suddenly, using all his strength to scream out, "Jack! Dodge quickly!"
He knew his father well.
It was clear that real anger had been invoked. The terrifying strength of this move would send chills even down his peak state, and he couldn't take it head-on!
"Dodge? There's no such word in my dictionary!"
Jack laughed maniacally and roared, not only not retreating but instead rushing straight forward, "I've been waiting for you, come on, old geezer!"
What nonsense!
Because of the current dire situation, they were forced to team up temporarily, but that Red Hair was still so unpleasant!
In his current state, even if he wanted to dodge, could he? He might as well go all out and charge forward, find a flaw in this guy, and create an opportunity to break out alive!
"Hmm?"
Saint Garling's frown deepened.
Not only not dodging but dare to charge head-on?
Seeking death!
Saint Garling was thoroughly angered by this attitude, murderous intent swelling in his eyes, as he suddenly pressed down his right hand!
Boom!!!
The black-red moon wheel exploded suddenly, the terrifying shockwave penetrated through the entire island in an instant, and the ground, fragile as paper, was upheaved layer by layer, pulverizing into dust.
And as for Jack, who bore the brunt of this strike, his situation went without saying.
The Mammoth body, against such a destructive force, only held on for a few seconds before flesh and blood flew off, with even the bones emitting cracking sounds as they shattered.
"Ugh!"
Jack was directly beaten back to his Fishman form, spewing out large chunks of visceral matter, his vision blurred with blood.
But, even so.
His pupils remained fixed on the center of the moon wheel, his bloodied right arm instinctively spasming, reaching for the void, as if still trying to seize that figure overlooking everything, and then...
Pull him down!
Pull him down!
If the boss were here, he surely could do it. But if he saw me now, he would definitely be very disappointed, right...