The colossal sand titan possessed immense pressure in both its height and weight.
Furthermore, the sand titan also wielded Crocodile's unique abilities.
Upon receiving a heavy blow, the sand titan would also drain the moisture from any enemy it touched.
A few such sand titans would be enough to easily inflict heavy casualties, or even annihilation, upon the Royal Guard brought by Igaram.
At this moment, the confident Crocodile was about to test Benedict's might.
Seeing this scene, Benedict's face broke into a smile, even a mocking one.
Such an ability might be effective against others, but against him, it was completely useless.
By simply fully arming himself, the moisture-absorbing ability would have nowhere to take hold.
As for the immense impact force of that colossal fist falling, he didn't even consider it a threat.
With a single punch, immense destructive power, accompanied by a gale, directly shattered the sand titan.
Thus, as Benedict's figure flickered rapidly, with every punch and kick, the sand titans summoned by Crocodile were all defeated.
"Desert Treasure Saber!"
Sand blades rained down from the sky, the ground was torn apart, and quicksand surged like a massive whirlpool, instantly swallowing any enemy that stepped into it.
"Secret of Power, Fist Aura!"
Benedict chuckled and threw a punch, unleashing immense power.
The sand blades completely shattered, and their residual force continued to descend upon Crocodile.
Crocodile showed no fear, transforming into sand before the fist reached him. He reappeared elsewhere while his body turned to sand.
"In this desert, I am invincible."
As he spoke, Crocodile's expression drastically changed.
Because Benedict had instantly appeared before him, and his colossal fist was already falling.
Boom!
The terrifying power landed solidly on his stomach, and Crocodile spat blood.
Simultaneously, Daz Bones, as an assassin, perfectly concealed his presence and, with lightning speed, appeared behind Benedict. Utilizing his Devil Fruit power, his arms transformed into incredibly sharp blades, slashing down towards Benedict's neck.
Without even turning his head, Benedict reached out and grabbed.
His hand, covered in Armament Haki, directly caught Daz Bones's arm. No matter how sharp Daz Bones's blades were, they could not inflict any damage on Benedict at this moment.
Daz Bones was shocked but did not give up, unleashing a rapid barrage of kicks.
Benedict tightened his grip with his left hand, flinging Daz Bones away. At this moment, Gardino's attack also arrived, but seeing Daz Bones being thrown, his expression changed.
To attack Benedict, he had directly created a multitude of wax swords and wax spears, hurling them at Benedict.
Daz Bones, airborne, saw the incoming wax swords and spears from the corner of his eye, his pupils widening.
"Spinning Sword!"
Transforming everything on his body that could become a blade into blades, he used his waist to spin, instantly becoming a furiously rotating motor. The incoming wax swords and spears were all blocked.
Crocodile's form reappeared in the distance through his Devil Fruit ability.
However, the moment he reformed, he uncontrollably coughed out a mouthful of blood.
Benedict's earlier attack had inflicted a critical wound, nearly costing him his life.
"Your subordinates are truly loyal."
"But, it's a pity that only Boness is somewhat decent."
"However, it's also a pity that he, like you, hasn't even mastered Armament Haki."
"I truly don't know how the Five Elders chose a piece of trash like you to be one of the Seven Warlords."
Because of the interference from Boness and Gardino, Crocodile had escaped to a distance and was not killed in a single blow, which Benedict found somewhat regrettable.
Even so, Benedict was confident that Crocodile could not escape his grasp, and this time, he had to die.
Daz Bones was panting, with a few minor wounds on his body, inflicted by wax.
Gardino's wax could be soft or hard. The wax that formed swords possessed very high hardness, so even though Daz Bones had avoided critical injury, he still sustained significant wounds.
Therefore, among the three, Gardino was the one who remained unharmed.
"Desert Dynasty!"
Crocodile was provoked by Benedict's words.
With a blind confidence in his own strength, Crocodile could not tolerate such humiliation from Benedict.
At this moment, he was like an ignited bomb. He plunged his hands into the desert and roared.
Instantly, Crocodile transformed into a sand titan, and as he waved his hand, numerous two-meter-tall warriors clad in armor, wielding long swords and spears made of sand, rapidly gathered, forming an army of several thousand.
Seeing this scene, Benedict felt a touch of surprise.
Was this skill from the Crocodile he knew?
When had Crocodile developed his Devil Fruit ability to this extent?
However, despite his surprise, Benedict still did not take the current Crocodile seriously.
"Crocodile, your blind confidence has ultimately led you astray."
"The gap between us is not something you can bridge with numbers."
Benedict sneered and said in a deep voice.
"Wax Armor Assembly."
Gardino leaped into the sand warriors, placed his hands on the sand, and then vast amounts of wax, like liquid, surged onto the sand warriors, giving their armor an additional layer of incredibly hard wax.
"With my wax armor, their defense and destructive power are truly astonishing."
"My boss's sand warriors can be summoned endlessly in this desert."
"And I can continuously imbue the sand warriors with even greater destructive power."
"With sheer numbers, it might not be impossible to wear you down to death."
Gardino looked at Benedict and laughed excitedly.
Benedict's power made him feel fear.
But with a clear combat plan, Gardino was confident that no matter how strong Benedict was, he would eventually run out of stamina and be ground to death by them.
Crocodile took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled, his figure moving with the wind and sand, revealing his true form, only to condense a larger sand titan in the next moment.
Thus, creations, one sand warrior after another, of varying sizes, appeared. They were loyal to Crocodile, viewing him as their monarch. Now, with a single command, they would unleash their killing intent and charge at the enemy without hesitation.
"Foolish."
"Such moves, consuming your stamina and mental energy, might have surprising effectiveness against mere kingdom soldiers."
"But against any Admiral-level strongman, you would have died countless times over."
"Even now, if you summoned all your soldiers and spread them across the entire rainy land, it would ultimately be futile."
"Because to kill you, it only takes one move."
Benedict's voice echoed in Crocodile's mind. Being spoken of so disparagingly infuriated Crocodile, causing him to cease creating soldiers and roar, "My loyal soldiers, destroy the enemy before you and create our glory."
...
Hearing this, Benedict's face darkened.
What was this?
A battle cry?
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