Chapter 164: Cracker’s Excessive Applause

Boom——!!

The deafening spiraling charge pierced straight into the Giant Ghost: Peacemaker's body, carrying with it roaring winds.

The air seemed to pause momentarily, then erupted into a deafening roar accompanied by an almost boiling shockwave!

The Mystoria's streets was instantly cracked and fissured under the tremendous pressure from the Peacemaker's explosion.

Nearly half of the town lay in ruins beneath the impact of the Peacemaker and countless pirates wailed as they fled toward the outskirts. Unfortunately, a few unlucky pirates were buried directly under the town's debris.

The Giant Ghost's violent detonation also shook the so-called 'one-of-a-kind' 'six' famed swords, reducing Pretzels to pieces, reverting them to their original biscuit forms.

In his haste, Cracker took out the thick, sturdy biscuit shield on his back and raised it before him, attempting to resist the Peacemaker's explosive shockwaves, but it was futile in the end.

In a mere instant, both the Biscuit Soldier and the hidden Biscuit master, 'Charlotte Cracker', were entirely enveloped by the Peacemaker's explosion, turning the sky into a brilliant sunset.

Even Charlotte Amande, who had just swung her Slow Waltz moments ago, couldn't help but stare in disbelief.

It seemed hard to fathom that Cracker, another formidable member among the Charlotte siblings, had been dealt with so effortlessly.

At that moment, Adrian's figure suddenly appeared behind the Demon Lady. His voice, laced with a hint of amusement, rang out.

"Miss Amande, your brother just blew up."

Hearing this, Amande snapped back to attention. She swiftly turned around, wielding her sword, Shirauo, and unleashed a massive Flying Slash.

Clang!

Adrian raised his Yubashiri, effortlessly blocking the Demon Lady's powerful strike.

"Now we're thoroughly at odds, aren't we, Miss Amande?"

Amande's expression remained icy as she swung her sword once more, no longer bothering to speak.

"That works too. Since that's the case, then I no longer have maintain this polite attitude."

Adrian's expression changed abruptly as he declared just as coldly, "Longneck Fish, ready to be descaled and deboned?"

A longneck fish wielding the famed sword Shirauo… seemed paradoxically accurate enough.

Amande was instantly filled with raging fury as she gritted her silver teeth.

Initially polite by addressing her as Miss Amande, now turning hostile and calling her a longneck fish!

You scum!

Just as Amande was about to attack White Ghost again, bursts of laughter suddenly sounded from midair, growing increasingly distinct over time.

After the residual effects of the Peacemaker's explosion dissipated completely, a pitch-black, ink-like spherical object crashed to the ground.

On closer look, it turned out to be a sturdy biscuit fortress entirely covered by dense Armament Haki!

Once the biscuit fortress landed, the Armament Haki coating its surface gradually faded away as the fortress split open from the top down both sides. A figure slowly walked out from within.

This person was around three meters tall with bushy purple hair tied in three sections at the back. He wore brown gloves on his hands, just a right shoulder armor piece and a pink cape with white speckles over his bare upper body. His lower body had on loose pants and brown boots, with his famed sword 'Pretzel' hanging on his waist.

"Hahahaha, White Ghost, I bet you didn't expect me to survive an explosion like that right? You merely destroyed my armor!"

"Little biscuit… no, Purple-Haired Antenna Baby."

Adrian looked curiously at Cracker's true form.

"Truth be told, this appearance doesn't quite compare to the 'armor' from earlier. Maybe I should give you some time to transform back?"

With a mocking smile, Cracker clapped his hands, and several massive biscuits materialized out of thin air. In an instant, they shattered into dust and reassembled into various shapes.

This was the power of the Biscuit-Biscuit Fruit, allowing Cracker to create and manipulate biscuits limitlessly. The hardness and size of the biscuits were entirely under his control.

In just over ten seconds, dozens of Biscuit Soldiers wielding 'Pretzels' and biscuit shields had appeared at Cracker's side, surrounding him at the center like soldiers protecting their king.

Cracker looked derisively at Adrian and said slowly, "These biscuits soldiers, which I can create at will, represent my inexhaustible army and boundless combat strength! Even if you use that technique again, it'll only destroy a portion of them!"

Adrian curiously asked, "Clapping so frequently like this, won't your hand get hurt?"

Cracker's veins bulged. Was I talking about clapping techniques?

"I can generate an unlimited number of biscuit soldiers—"

"I already know that, so what?"

Adrian lightly ascended a few meters in height, seemingly avoiding Amande's attack as if he had eyes on his back.

"Regardless of how massive your biscuit army is or how troublesome these biscuit soldiers are, it won't enhance your personal strength. You make it sound like using this ability alone can defeat me."

Cracker's grin grew more sinister. "Then let's personally experience the might of the biscuit army! Biscuit soldiers, charge! Amande, let me handle White Ghost alone!"

With the supreme command of the Creator, the towering biscuit soldiers raised their long swords in an orderly formation, launching a massive collective assault toward Adrian.

Mini Ghost: Star Fire!

Countless white ghosts, shimmering with faint light, leaped out from the void, relentlessly bombarding the front row of biscuit soldiers.

Upon contact, a deafening roar erupted.

However, the power of the miniature ghost bombs was still too weak. They merely caused slight surface cracks on the biscuit soldiers, having no significant negative impact on their mobility.

Seeing this scene, Cracker, guarded by the biscuit soldiers in the center, burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Hahaha! White Ghost, it seems your ghost ability doesn't do much against the biscuit soldiers!"

As he spoke, one of the 'shells' previously mixed among the biscuit soldiers suddenly cracked inch by inch.

Cracker's true form, wielding the unique sword 'pretzel', leaped out. The sword emitted intense spiral waves, accompanied by unparalleled ferocity, once again thrusting toward Adrian's body!

And at some point, Cracker had blended his true form among the biscuit soldiers.

"Just obediently come back with us to meet Mama! White Ghost!"

"Wave Motion Pretzel!!"