"Bring it on!!!"
Ayr gripped the Zhanshen blade tightly in his hand, and with that single motion, his presence surged to its peak.
At this moment, the aura pouring out of his body was terrifying.
It was as if a demonic deity had descended into the world—a ghost of calamity cloaked in raw, overwhelming energy.
An invisible force radiated from his body, rippling across the battlefield like an ocean storm, shaking the very atmosphere.
"God Falls!!!"
Ayr muttered the name of his technique like a curse.
Dark veins bulged on his arms as he activated the terrifying synergy of Busoshoku Haki and Haoshoku Haki, layering both atop the legendary blade.
The sword was enveloped in a mysterious, black aura—one that didn't just exude destruction, but malevolence.
It was as if an ancient malevolent spirit, sealed within the blade, had awakened—eager to devour everything before it.
The blade no longer looked like a sword.
It looked like a judgment—delivered in steel.
To Garp, Sengoku, and Zephyr, the air around the blade screamed with the scent of death.
"Shuh!!!"
With a sharp snap of his muscles, Ayr swung the blade with brutal precision.
The moment his arm moved, the atmosphere detonated.
The slash carved through the air—an eruption of force that seemed to cleave the very sky in half.
The sheer momentum of the blade sent out a shockwave, distorting space itself.
The unleashed sword energy didn't simply fly—it manifested.
A towering wave of black sword qi, streaked with crimson sparks, erupted from the blade and took the form of a massive black dragon—its jaws open wide, its roar shaking the heavens.
The dragon was like something from ancient mythology—part Ryuma's legacy, part divine retribution.
As it spiraled toward them, even Garp, Sengoku, and Zephyr—the battle-hardened titans of the Marine era—felt a chill ripple down their spines.
"To think… his strength has reached such a level…" Sengoku muttered under his breath.
One swing.
That's all it had taken.
And the sheer pressure was enough to rival a Buster Call or Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor powers.
But now was not the time to retreat.
This battle had already begun, and their mission was clear.
Even if they couldn't defeat Ayr, they had to hold him back.
Even one minute more… was enough to let Tsuru escape with the Op-Op Fruit.
"COME ON, AYR!!!"
Garp roared, his battle cry reverberating like a war drum.
The three legends—Sengoku, Zephyr, and Garp—exploded forward, pushing their Haki to the absolute limit.
Their fists collided with the incoming black dragon, each blow reinforced by decades of combat mastery, raw willpower, and righteous fury.
"BOOM!!!"
The moment the black dragon collided with their combined assault, a shockwave erupted with such force that it tore through the clouds.
The sky, once overcast with snow, cleared violently, as though nature itself had been struck.
Snowflakes scattered into the heavens like shards of broken glass, spinning upward in defiance of gravity.
The land around them erupted—an earthquake of pure force.
Ripples of shock pulsed outward in every direction.
The blast obliterated everything within a radius of hundreds of meters—trees, snowbanks, the ground itself—all of it vaporized or sent hurtling skyward.
"BOOM!!!"
Back at the edge of the battlefield, Marines watching in stunned silence felt a second, concussive wave hit their bodies.
Their ears rang from the violent pressure.
Then, suddenly, it struck.
A deafening roar and a massive impact crater appeared at the epicenter of the clash, throwing ash, snow, and dust skyward in a hellish plume.
It obscured everything.
Visibility dropped to zero.
The impact was so severe that it blanketed even the falling snow.
"H-Hey, wait... who got blown away?!"
One of the Marines shouted, eyes wide with fear.
"Was... was it Ayr?! He must've been hit!"
"Y-Yeah! It had to be him! No one could survive that! That was Garp, Sengoku, and Zephyr all at once!"
"That guy's strong, but he's not a god!"
Marines began to murmur in cautious hope.
Looking at the gargantuan crater, their logic clung to the idea that someone—even Ayr—couldn't possibly withstand that level of power unscathed.
"No way someone survived that…"
The speculation grew louder.
After all, the three Marine giants—each powerful enough to shatter mountains—had attacked together.
To most people, Ayr was strong, yes—but not invincible.
Yet, deep down, in the chests of every Marine present, there was a chill that hadn't gone away.
As the wind picked up and the smoke began to clear, that flicker of hope started to waver.
Slowly, the veil of smoke and snow parted.
What they saw next froze their blood in place.
The battlefield—ruined, cratered, cracked—was dead silent.
And in the center of it…
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