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The massive golden Buddha clashed with the dark red thunder blade, triggering a violent explosion that shook the entire battlefield. The force of the impact tore through the landscape, and half of the desert island was caught in the devastating aftermath.
From above, the destruction was clear—nearly half of the island had begun sinking, swallowed by the encroaching seawater.
On a nearby warship, Rapanui raised his arms instinctively, shielding himself from the scorching heat waves rolling toward him. His eyes widened in shock.
He couldn't believe it—Ace was actually matching Sengoku's power.
"Is this… the world of the strong?"
As he muttered to himself, his hand subconsciously reached for the secret book of finger-snap magic hidden in his pocket.
"I... I want to become this strong too."
The Marines aboard the warship were equally stunned.
No one had expected that these two masked teenagers could push the legendary Sengoku to such an intense battle.
"These two… they are truly extraordinary," Tsuru murmured, watching the smoke-filled battlefield with keen eyes.
Meanwhile, back on the island—
The shockwave from the battle sent Ikki and Garp flying.
"Bleh! Pfft!" Garp spat out two mouthfuls of sand, shaking his head. "Seems like Sengoku's fight is way more exciting than ours!"
Ikki, lying battered in the sand, couldn't even find the words to respond.
He was in rough shape. His right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle—a clear and serious fracture.
But it wasn't from Garp's attacks directly.
It was from the sheer shock force of punching Garp.
Up until now, Ikki had been relying on his Cloak to evade Garp's attacks, countering with Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist and Dragon Slayer Magic whenever he saw an opening.
But Garp, being Garp, had simply endured every attack using Iron Body.
At first, this strategy worked. But at some point, Ikki's attacks actually started hurting Garp.
And that's when everything changed.
The moment Ikki struck again—Garp used Armament Haki.
The difference was night and day.
Ikki's full-powered punch connected—
And his own bones shattered instead.
Now, clutching his broken arm, Ikki watched as Garp removed his shirt, revealing his scar-covered torso.
"Boy… I've figured it out." Garp cracked his knuckles. "The reason you can keep dodging my punches… it's because of that cloak, isn't it?"
His sharp eyes locked onto Ikki.
"If I target a spot your cloak doesn't cover… you won't be able to dodge, will you?"
Ikki's eyes widened.
He figured it out?!
Before Ikki could react, Garp stomped the ground—
And in an instant, he disappeared.
Shave. One of the Marine Six Styles—a burst-speed movement technique.
Ikki's Sharingan allowed him to see Garp's movements—
But seeing didn't mean he could react in time.
In a blink, Garp reappeared behind him—
And threw a punch.
Feeling the powerful gust of wind at his back, Ikki's fingers instinctively loosened his sleeve, revealing a small talisman—
The Rabbit Talisman.
The moment he activated it, his speed skyrocketed.
In a flash, he swung his cloak behind him, ensuring the attack would be dodged.
For a brief moment, he exhaled in relief—
Until Garp vanished again.
And then—
He reappeared at Ikki's side.
Ikki hadn't expected Garp to come up with such a move. Caught off guard, he took a direct punch to the chest.
With a sickening crack, his sternum shattered, and his entire body was sent flying.
Garp, hands on his hips, grinned. "You shouldn't be able to get up from that!"
At the same time, the dust and smoke from Ace and Sengoku's battle finally settled.
With visibility restored, everyone could now see the aftermath.
Ace lay collapsed on the ground, covered in blood—yet strangely, his mask remained spotless, completely unstained.
Drained of energy, Ace let out a helpless sigh. "The gap is still huge… If it weren't for the power Ikki gave me, I probably would've gone down even faster."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield—
Ikki was lying on the ground, his body glowing with green magical energy as his injuries rapidly healed.
Once his wounds were mostly recovered, he didn't stand up right away. Instead, he shouted toward the robot who had been spectating the fight.
"Wrestler! Throw them! Five times each!"
Having previously loaded 1 million Berries into it, Ikki knew that was enough for ten throws in total.
Immediately, the wrestler—who stood at less than 30 centimeters tall, looking more like a toy than a fighter—stepped forward and approached Garp, who now wore a puzzled expression.
Garp bent down, reaching out to pick up the tiny figure—
BAM!
The wrestler suddenly grabbed Garp's hand and threw him over his shoulder with unexpected force!
It didn't actually hurt Garp…
But the sheer insult of being tossed like that was immeasurable.
Sengoku, who had been checking Ace's injuries, burst out laughing at the sight.
However—
His laughter was short-lived.
Because the wrestler had already turned toward him.
Without a word, Sengoku was flipped onto his back as well!
"As expected of the wrestler! That was amazing!"
Ikki grinned and gave the tiny fighter a thumbs-up. Then, he hurried over to Ace, who was still critically injured.
Taking out a Senzu Bean, Ikki placed it in Ace's mouth.
As soon as Ace swallowed, a surge of warmth spread through his body. Within moments, his wounds closed at an astonishing rate—his injuries disappearing right before their eyes.
By the time he stood up again, he looked completely healed—as if he had never been injured at all.
The only proof of his prior condition was the bloodstains on his clothes.
While Ikki was busy treating Ace, the wrestler had continued his mission.
Garp and Sengoku had already been thrown four times each.
Realizing the situation, Ikki clutched the Rabbit Talisman, preparing to run at any moment.
"Damn brat…"
Garp muttered under his breath as he struggled to his feet—
Only to be thrown to the ground again.
And just as the wrestler turned toward Sengoku to complete the final throw, he noticed something strange—
Sengoku wasn't moving.
He was just lying there, motionless.
For a moment, the wrestler hesitated.
Seeing this, Garp got back up—
And was immediately thrown down again.
'Oh no… I overdid it…'
The wrestler realized his mistake. He had been contracted for five throws each, but Garp had now been thrown six times.
If he were to wrestle Sengoku one more time, that would make it uneven.
Lying on the ground, Sengoku smirked to himself.
"So as long as I don't get up, the little guy won't throw me again!"
Feeling victorious, he called out to Garp, "Just stay down! If you don't get up, he won't throw you!"
Unfortunately for him—
The wrestler overheard.
He grabbed Sengoku's arm, lifted him into the air, spun him around—
And slammed him into the ground once more.
'Who said I won't throw someone just because they're lying down?' the wrestler thought.
Then, he turned to Ikki.
His look told: 'That last one was a free bonus!'
Ikki sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I get it… Come back already!"
At his command, the wrestler immediately flew back to Ikki's side.
Without hesitation, Ikki stored him back into his Space Ring.