One Piece : Roger Is My Vice Captain-Chapter 372 - 426 - Liu Feng’s strongest form!

"Liu Feng can extract other people's abilities?"

Whitebeard's voice trembled slightly, his face full of disbelief.

Golden Lion and Roger exchanged glances and sighed.

"Yes, not just Devil Fruit abilities—he can extract other unique powers too."

"But it depends on luck," Roger added. "Still, that guy's luck hasn't been so bad lately. Maybe he got lucky with you and got the Tremor-Tremor Fruit."

Their casual conversation left Whitebeard momentarily stunned.

Meanwhile, the battlefield had quieted.

The Blackbeard Pirates were either dead or gravely injured.

Most had been completely crushed by the combined forces of the NEO Navy and the Whitebeard Pirates.

Only a handful of Blackbeard's main crew remained standing.

For example, strong men like Burgess and Shiryu were still fighting stubbornly.

But looking at this situation, they don't think they can hold on for long.

Suddenly—

Boom!!

A deafening roar of thunder exploded across the battlefield, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The sheer force of the shockwave made eardrums ache and heads spin.

Everyone instinctively turned toward the source of the chaos.

In the distance, a blinding pillar of lightning shot into the sky, twisting and crackling violently.

Electricity surged wildly across the ground, sparking and spreading without restraint.

Blackbeard Pirates who failed to dodge were instantly obliterated, their bodies reduced to charred remains.

The earth beneath them blackened, riddled with deep, smoldering holes.

Then, amidst the storm of lightning, a cold and commanding voice rang out—

"That's enough, Blackbeard. This ends now."

Arrogant. Unyielding. Absolute.

A presence that allowed no opposition.

Then—

Under the gaze of countless onlookers,

A single foot slowly stepped out from the raging pillar of thunder.

The battlefield fell into a suffocating silence.

Even the three legendary figures—Golden Lion, Roger, and Whitebeard—felt their hearts tighten, their pupils constricting in shock.

Just from that one step,

The sheer aura radiating from afar sent a wave of pressure crashing down on them.

A sense of imminent danger—so overwhelming, so undeniable—gripped their chests.

It had been years, decades even, since they had last felt this from anyone.

"Are you thinking the same thing as I am thinking now?"

Whitebeard suddenly swallowed, but his throat was extremely dry.

He smiled bitterly and looked at Roger and Golden Lion beside him.

Roger scratched his hair.

"This aura is so powerful that it's even comparable to that guy's."

The Golden Lion nodded in agreement:

"Yes, his aura is comparable to captain Captain."

The captain he was referring to was naturally the man who almost became the world overlord of the whole world back then.

Whitebeard said to Roger with emotion:

"If you hadn't joined forces with Garp back then, I'm afraid this sea would be very different."

Whitebeard recalls that domineering and unruly figure in my heart.

The three of them stopped talking and slowly fell into bottomless silence.

"What on earth is that?"

"A monster?"

"How is this possible?"

There were bursts of exclamations on the battlefield.

The figure of Lui Fang appeared like a ghost, and his face was extremely solemn as he stared at the feet that landed gently on the ground.

That foot, clad in gleaming black combat boots, crackled with dense black lightning.

As it touched the ground, an eerie sensation swept over the battlefield. For a brief moment, it felt as if the entire earth had trembled beneath their feet.

Then, an unbelievable sight unfolded.

The land surrounding the foot began to rise, peeling away in jagged layers as if torn by an invisible force. The very soil itself seemed to recoil in fear.

When the dust settled, a single, charred imprint remained—scorched black, a silent testament to the overwhelming power that had just been unleashed.

Blackbeard's heart started beating wildly when he saw this scene.

After he transformed into a nine-tailed fox,

His sensitivity to crises was countless times higher than that of ordinary people.

The figure in the lightning column exuded a sharp murderous intent.

He had already been locked in.

A figure gradually emerged, stepping out from the brilliant column of thunder.

In that instant, the battlefield fell into a suffocating silence.

Everyone's breath hitched. Their eyes widened in shock as they took in Liu Feng's transformed appearance.

Black lightning scars traced intricate patterns across his body, pulsing in perfect symmetry. His once-short black hair had grown long, whipping wildly in the fierce wind.

"Hah..."

Liu Feng exhaled slowly. The air around him was so charged with energy that his breath condensed into a visible, curling mist.

"Finally, it's done."

His voice was calm, almost indifferent.

Then, he opened his eyes.

A deep crimson glow flickered within them, a color so rich it seemed to seep out like fresh blood.

He turned his gaze to Blackbeard.

At that moment, Blackbeard shuddered violently.

A primal instinct screamed within him—an uncontrollable, animalistic terror.

It was the same fear a small creature felt when confronted by a natural predator.

A cat whose fur bristles in the presence of a deadly hunter.