Chapter 340: Unstoppable Regeneration: The Golden Giant’s Onslaught

“Six Powers Secret Art—King’s Spear!” Marcus drove his fist straight into the golden giant’s chest.

Clang!

A shockwave erupted instantly, the metallic clash ringing out with a piercing screech.

In a blink, a basketball-sized hole appeared in the giant’s golden chest, the impact forcing its hulking frame to crash backward with a heavy thud.

As the golden giant lay sprawled on the ground, Marcus frowned in frustration.

“Damn it, where are all these people coming from?” There was a trace of confusion and disbelief in his voice.

“Don’t tell me the security detail’s missing today?”

He glanced around, noticing that the manor’s defenses seemed oddly thin.

But this was the heart of Mariejois after all—a little lax on security wasn’t really suspicious in itself.

“Something’s wrong!” Suddenly, a thought struck Marcus and he hurried toward the castle’s interior.

A sense of unease gnawed at him. The golden giant’s arrival was no coincidence. There had to be some deeper plot at play. He had to find the other Five Elders, get answers, and take action fast.

If the golden giant had made it this far, it meant the guards weren’t just slacking—they were already dead. That would explain the total silence.

Little did he know, it never crossed his mind that these intruders had arrived from above.

They’d slipped right past the continent’s perimeter, catching the World Government completely off guard.

Ugh!

“Die!” The golden giant roared, his fist surging with thunderous might.

Marcus never expected that sound behind him.

He spun, shocked, as the golden giant who should’ve been down for the count suddenly sprang to his feet, knees bent, and launched himself toward Marcus’s side.

With wide, startled eyes, Marcus watched the giant’s golden fist swing straight for his face.

His pupils shrank. He never saw this counterattack coming.

In a split second Marcus crossed his arms to block.

But the golden giant’s punch sent him flying like a kite with its string cut, smashing him through the air.

He arced overhead, crashing with brutal force into the manor nearby.

He smashed through several buildings in a row before finally slamming deep into the ground, forming a crater.

Dust and debris filled the air. Marcus lay battered in the pit, pain pulsing through him.

Gritting his teeth, he forced his head up and looked toward the golden giant. The behemoth was calmly striding his way.

“How’s this possible…”

Shock and utter confusion flooded Marcus’s mind. He just couldn’t wrap his head around how the golden giant had survived that blow—and recovered so fast.

“Cough, cough!” Struggling out of the wreckage, Marcus gasped for breath, but his eyes remained sharp.

“What the hell is this thing?” Marcus stood dumbfounded. The golden giant before him shattered his understanding of reality.

Marcus quickly brushed himself off, glaring up at his would-be attacker. It was the same golden giant as before.

“What the…”

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw how fast the giant’s wound was healing—as if he’d just witnessed a world-shaking miracle.

He could hardly believe it. The wound was sealing at a rate beyond comprehension.

“Impossible!” Marcus was dumbstruck. “Just how can a body repair itself like this?”

He hadn’t had time to watch carefully before, but now he saw it—the basketball-sized hole in the giant’s chest was vanishing right before his eyes.

He could even glimpse organs that’d vanished now slowly reforming inside the wound.

It defied everything he thought possible.

A body that recovers injuries that quickly? Maybe it was some kind of Devil Fruit power.

But to regrow entire missing organs? That went beyond a normal Fruit Awakening.

If such power really existed, it would be a game-changer even in the medical world.

“Could this insane regeneration be from some unknown technology, or some form of unique biology?”

Marcus ran through every possibility in his mind.

He barked, “What ARE you?” His tone was thick with suspicion and caution.

“And how did you get in here?”

He’d hoped for some answers, but the giant had no intention of chatting.

Instead, the golden giant charged at him, fists gleaming and swinging with deadly speed.

Huge as he was, the giant moved like a charging beast, every footstep making the ground quake.

The two of them clashed, blows ringing out as they tangled.

Marcus relied on hard-earned skills and experience to go toe-to-toe with the golden giant, locked in a fierce, close-quarters fight.

Every one of his attacks hit the giant’s vulnerable spots, but that monstrous recovery was relentless—no sooner wounded than the giant healed up again.

Yet the golden giant was no match for a member of the Five Elders. After dozens of exchanges, Marcus slammed him down again, leaving the giant’s body littered with wounds on the brink of collapse.

Unbeknownst to Marcus, the earth itself was fueling the golden giant, restoring his stamina and healing wounds below the surface.

Marcus couldn’t figure out how the golden giant’s recovery stayed so ridiculously strong.

But as long as his assault stayed at full power, he didn’t believe the giant could cheat death forever.

With that in mind, Marcus’s fists battered down, fierce as a raging storm—every blow crackled with thunderous force.

Wounds on the golden giant healed at a speed you could almost watch, but under Marcus’s onslaught, for every wound that closed up, even more tore open across his body.

Marcus attacked like a relentless tide, leaving the golden giant no room to breathe.

“No matter how fast you heal, every monster has a breaking point.”

“And I’ll be the one to smash through it.”

Marcus locked onto the giant with a hunter’s sharp gaze, searching for any sign of weakness.

The fight raged on and slowly, the golden giant’s regeneration began to slow down, but Marcus’s attacks only grew fiercer.

Thud. Thud. Thud…

Marcus’s footsteps echoed across the battlefield. He balled his fists, ready to finish off the fallen golden giant for good.

Just as he moved in to end it, several sets of footsteps suddenly sounded from nearby.

He jerked his head up. Reflected in his eyes were the hulking shapes of several more golden giants.

They all shared the exact same face as the one he’d just put down.

A chilling sense of dread overtook Marcus.

“No way… How can this be happening?” he muttered, unable to believe his eyes.

“Could it be…?” An idea flashed through Marcus’s mind. “It has to be some kind of cloning or copying ability.”

It dawned on him—these golden giants must’ve been made using some unknown technology, cloned into existence.

The revelation floored him. It meant their enemies could be far more numerous than he’d dreamed.

He needed a new strategy, and fast—or this battle was about to spiral out of control.