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Seeing his usually unstoppable Fire Fist easily dispersed, Ace’s expression turned serious. He ignited his flames once more and charged towards the warship.
As the ships drew dangerously close, Noir yelled, "Prepare for battle!"
He then drew Devil Blade and followed after Ace, ready to intervene if necessary.
The four ships of the Underworld Pirates, along with Ace’s vessel, were swiftly surrounded by the Marine warships. Close-quarters combat was imminent.
With a flick of her wrists, Robin sprouted a row of arms along the side of the ship, pushing a wave of Marines into the sea.
Jabra, Kalifa, and the others, utilizing their mastery of Rokushiki, effortlessly overwhelmed the Marines, who had trained in the same techniques.
Enel, his golden staff transformed into a trident by lightning, charged into the fray, his legs wreathed in crackling, lifelike thunder dragons. He capsized Marine ships one after another.
Wyper and Lucci were even more direct. The two physically powerful Devil Fruit users tore through their opponents, leaving a trail of defeated Marines in their wake.
Finally, the Vice Admirals, dispatched by Garp and Akainu, stepped forward to stem the tide of the ferocious pirate assault.
Momonga, standing among the Vice Admirals, drew his katana, his eyes fixed on Enel. "Enel, your reign of terror ends here!"
Enel burst into maniacal laughter, some passive talent apparently triggered. "Bring it on!" he taunted the Vice Admiral.
Lucci, his expression impassive, found his opponent. Wyper was intercepted by Vice Admiral Yamakaji.
The roar of thunder echoed continuously from behind as Noir and Ace advanced side-by-side, boarding Garp and Akainu’s ship.
Akainu, radiating hostility, snarled, "Damn pirates, you dare come to us?"
Steam rose from his body as molten magma dripped from his form. His arms transformed into flowing rivers of lava.
Ace, undaunted, faced Akainu. For some reason, the mere sight of the man filled him with unease.
His arms ignited with orange-white flames, and he exchanged blows with Akainu. But the moment his fist connected with Akainu’s body, Ace’s expression changed.
He quickly retracted his hand, his arm scorched black. He'd actually been burned!
Akainu, observing Ace’s surprise, raised his massive magma fist. "Magma is superior to fire. Prepare to die!"
Ace dodged the descending fist, narrowly avoiding a molten punch through his chest.
It had been a while since he’d felt the sting of a burn. The sensation was unexpected but didn’t instill fear.
Instead, a spark ignited in Ace's dark eyes. A confident grin spread across his face as he muttered,
"If it were just my own power, my flames might not be able to burn you."
"But now, my fire carries more than just my own strength!"
Akainu's brow furrowed slightly. Ace placed his left hand on his right wrist, the blood in his body surging as he pushed his Mera Mera no Mi powers to their absolute limit.
His energy seemed to drain instantly, his face paling alarmingly. Then, a tiny flame flickered to life in his palm.
Unlike his usual orange-white flames, this flame was compressed into a small, intensely hot point, flickering unsteadily.
It wasn't pure white, but rather a pale, ominous white that radiated an aura of danger and fear.
Akainu stared at the tiny flame, a sneer on his face. "You think you can defeat me with that?"
Sweat dripped down Ace's face as he grinned, a strained but confident expression on his lips. "Let's find out..."
"Hopefully, Noir can fish me out of the water afterward..."
With Akainu occupied, Noir found himself facing Garp.
Garp’s iron fists, coated in Haki, struck Noir’s blade with heavy, resounding blows.
Noir raised Devil Blade, desperately parrying the relentless assault. What the hell?!
Who's the main character here?
This old man's physical strength is insane! His Busoshoku Haki is twice as strong as mine!
Noir had only recently acquired Garp's Haki talent and hadn't yet reached the old man’s level of mastery. He was caught off guard by the sheer force of the attacks.
Garp laughed boisterously. "What's wrong, Noir? Where's that power you used to wreak havoc in Mary Geoise?"
Provoked, Noir, never one to back down from a challenge, gritted his teeth. "Damn it! You're forcing me to get serious!"
As soon as he spoke, Garp, who had just casually thrown a punch, suddenly froze. He looked down to see his lower body encased in ice!
Noir, transformed into light, vanished instantly. His blade slashed towards Garp’s shadow.
Garp shattered the ice, effortlessly stepping back to avoid the attack. Noir slipped into the shadows.
The shadows on the deck rippled and flowed, forming shadowy tendrils that snaked towards Garp, attempting to bind him.
Garp slammed his fist onto the deck in annoyance, splitting the ship in two. A golden flash descended from the sky as Noir, moving at light speed, slashed downwards.
Without even looking up, Garp swung his arm, his fist colliding with Noir's blade.
Not only did the attack fail to harm Garp, but it sent Noir flying backward, crashing through wood and walls.
"Damn…" Noir groaned, clutching his back as he struggled to his feet.
This old monster who chased Roger across the Grand Line is truly one of the Marines' hidden guardians…
Noir's current strength surpassed most of the Seven Warlords, and he could even defeat an Admiral under the right circumstances. He was powerful.
But today, old man Garp had taught him a harsh lesson.
Garp, standing on the shattered deck, laughed heartily. "So, kid, do you yield?"
Noir hefted his sword, his expression unchanged. "I can do this all day."
A black shadow flickered. Noir attacked again, but this time, his eyes were different.
His dark eyes gleamed with a sharp, focused intensity. A chilling killing intent radiated from him, dropping the temperature around them drastically.
Crimson lightning crackled across the deck, spreading over the surrounding sea, whipping up massive waves.
It was as if Noir had instantly dragged Garp into hell itself.
Feeling the increasing pressure against his fists, as if influenced by the oppressive aura, Garp grinned excitedly. "Now that's more like it!"
Noir gritted his teeth, pushing his strength into the blade. Suddenly, an even more terrifying force surged back through the sword, threatening to shatter his arm.
He unleashed both Armament and Conqueror's Haki, pushing his limits.
He wouldn't be outdone in a Haki clash!
The two were locked in a stalemate, their Haki clashing violently. Just as Noir was about to unleash even more power, a wave of intense heat washed over them.
A tiny, pure white spark descended from the sky, landing gently before erupting into a devastating inferno.
A pale white pillar of fire shot towards the heavens, the force of the explosion shaking the very air. Noir and Garp were both caught off guard and sent flying by the blast.
As the white fire dissipated, a mushroom cloud lingered in the sky where the explosion had occurred.
Noir, covered in soot, clung to a piece of driftwood. Garp, rubbing his head, yawned and looked up.
Then, both of their bodies stiffened as they stared in disbelief at the center of the massive explosion.
A gigantic whirlpool churned in the sea, the displaced water still raining down from the sky. Nearby Marine ships had been completely obliterated.
Did Ace just… create a nuke?
Seriously?!
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