"This is…"
Hearing Orin's words, Shamrock was momentarily stunned.
Could it be that he also…
But that shouldn't be possible!
Feeding a Devil Fruit to a weapon—this technology had only recently been developed by the Holy Land, and powerful Fruits were still incredibly rare.
How could Orin possibly have such a weapon?
Orin slowly slipped on a pair of gloves, then reached into thin air with one hand.
In the next instant, a pitch-black weapon appeared in his grasp.
Its shape resembled a gun, but something about it felt strange—too elongated. If one insisted on defining it, it could also be considered a rod or staff.
This was something Orin had emphasized before—
A good sniper must also be a good baseball player.
"That gun probably hasn't eaten a Devil Fruit."
After careful observation, Shamrock made his judgment.
He recognized it as a gun, and considering Orin's official title, "Black Gun," the conclusion was easy enough. What he didn't understand was Orin's intention.
Trying to fight from a distance to avoid the Cerberus's awakened edge?
It was certainly a cautious and effective strategy.
"Honestly, this is my first time using this gun in real combat. Hope it doesn't let me down."
At Orin's mental command, a series of custom bullets loaded themselves into the chamber.
He slowly raised the gun to eye level and aimed it directly at Shamrock—his sights locking first on the man's left shoulder.
Then, he gently pulled the trigger.
"Bang—!!!"
A terrifying recoil surged through Orin's arms, rippling through his body and into the earth below.
If not for his instant Warp-Warp ability stabilizing him, his feet would've dragged back at least a full meter.
And that was just the raw force of the gun alone…
"So fast!!!"
The bullet almost instantly reached Shamrock.
"But a weapon like that alone... isn't enough to shake me!!!"
Black smoke surged around his longsword, and the ferocious head of a hound emerged from the haze, lunging forward.
The bullet was shredded to pieces by the blade, then devoured by the hound.
Crunch. Crunch...
Even though these custom bullets were far stronger than steel, inside the maw of an awakened Mythical Zoan, they were still as fragile as paper.
"I never planned to kite you. You wouldn't accept a win like that."
Even though awakened Mythical Zoan weapons were cheap and boosted combat power significantly, Orin never intended to resort to an underhanded Devil Fruit strategy in return.
When had Orin ever fought dirty?
He'd always fought with strength and dignity!
As the battle reached its climax,
The Elders and Garling, who were watching, were now fully focused, stunned by how far the younger generation had come.
Though they'd had high hopes for Shamrock, the moment Orin drew his gun…
"This might be it. Orin's starting to use the gun."
Saint Topman Warcury narrowed his eyes, watching Orin aim. The combination of Conqueror's Haki Infusion, Ryuo Haki, and future sight...
His brow furrowed tightly. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead—and the other Elders wore the same expression.
"This technique once effortlessly injured a candidate for Navy Admiral—Sakazuki. And we've analyzed it countless times, yet still haven't found a countermeasure."
This was Orin's core threat.
As long as this move remained uncountered, the World Government had no power to flip the table.
"If Orin were willing, this duel would already be over. No matter how powerful Shamrock's weapon is, it would be meaningless. That's why, from the start, we felt this outcome was never really in doubt."
Garling said nothing, but his eyes were fixed, his brows tightly knit as if deep in thought.
Could Observation Killer counter this move?
If the target sensed an anomaly in Observation Haki and immediately warped away at random?
No way...
Because not being able to observe something is itself... a form of observation.
Anti-Observation?
Seeing the confident expression on Shamrock's face, Garling let out a helpless sigh. If he had even a sliver of hope thanks to his awakened Mythical Zoan, it was all gone now.
With a natural advantage that made him practically unbeatable—how could you fight that?
But Orin truly had no intention of ending it that way.
After all, this was Shanks' twin brother. Family should fight fair and square. He'd promised to win head-on, not with tricks.
Conqueror's and Armament Haki wrapped around the bullets as Orin fired a few more shots at Shamrock.
Because of the outward disruption from the infused Haki, it was impossible to warp directly to Shamrock's side while bypassing that sword.
But it did force Shamrock to stay alert.
Even he couldn't take those bullets lightly.
One clean hit and there'd be a giant hole in his body.
"An attack like this... can't take me down!!!"
Shamrock's eyes were sharp. A few precise slashes cut down the flashy, glowing bullets imbued with Haki.
"Trying to go head-to-head?"
As a spectator, Garling's seasoned battle sense caught on immediately—Orin was slowly getting closer.
The suppressing fire left Shamrock no time to react to anything else. Was Orin going to close the gap for melee combat?
But if he couldn't get past the Cerberus's locked-down range, then even with superior Haki and strength, he might still not be able to defeat Shamrock.
"What's your plan?"
Unhurried, Orin's ghost-like figure slipped among the swarm of black-and-red bullets.
...
"Shamrock, you rely too much on your Fruit ability."
The moment the words landed—
The Elders: "???"
Garling: "…"
The Knights: "(?ò?ó) You cheeky bastard."
Yes, Shamrock did rely on external power.
But you, with your innate unbeatable abilities and even shadier Fruit powers—what right do you have to say that?!!!
Holding the black gun, Orin didn't use the familiar sniper stance.
Instead—
He was using it… like a club?
Exactly.
That was the stance for wielding a bat. Barrel gripped in hand, stock pointed outward.
Your sword ate a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit—yeah, it's powerful.
But my gun is made of Seastone. So how will you counter that?
Answer me!!!
Shamrock!!!
Charging forward, Orin's whole body erupted in a storm of lightning. Terrifying Conqueror's Haki wrapped around the black gunstock.
"Shamrock!!!"
"Orin!!!"
Seeing Orin rushing at him, Shamrock's long red hair flew wildly as he unleashed his own burst of Conqueror's Haki.
But Orin wasn't about to play nice.
Both hands gripping the gun, Orin's monstrous strength crashed toward Shamrock's longsword—clashing head-on with the savage Cerberus.
And the moment they made contact…
Shamrock's pupils dilated in shock. He suddenly realized—
Cerberus… instantly withered?!
"Seastone???!!!"
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