BOOM!!!
The magma pillar that had shot straight into the sky erupted violently at its core.
In the midst of the chaos, Whitebeard appeared, suspended in midair. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed his naginata upward, both hands curling into claws. Channeling the power of his Devil Fruit to his fingertips, he slashed downward with brutal force.
Ten jagged, curved scars tore through the air.
Instantly, the surging torrent of magma halted—its upward momentum twisted and distorted, the shock running all the way down to the island's depths. The half of the island that had been drowned in magma convulsed, earth churning and upheaving as if the world itself were being turned upside down. From both flanks, the land surged toward the erupting magma pillar, threatening to smother it.
RUMBLE!!!
Endless shockwaves blasted into the ground, violently disrupting the magma's explosive surge. The heaving land collapsed over the eruption point, temporarily stifling the restless magma below.
In the distance, Sengoku hovered in the sky, transformed into a golden Buddha towering dozens of meters high. Shockwaves erupted from his feet, keeping him aloft. In his left palm, he cradled Quell; with his right, he raised his hand, gathering energy until a shockwave burst forth. Again and again, he unleashed these waves at the center of the magma eruption.
Whitebeard landed on the battered earth, his gaze locking onto the incoming shockwave. With a grunt, he clenched his left fist and swung.
CRACK!
The air before him splintered, cracks spreading and gathering power—then shattering in a thunderous explosion. An endless shockwave collided with Sengoku's blast, detonating in midair.
BOOM!
Scorching wind howled outward in waves, sweeping away the dust and ash that had blanketed the sky.
Suddenly, the ground beneath them shook violently—alarms blaring in both Sengoku and Whitebeard's minds.
In a flash, Sengoku darted away, carrying Quell to safety. Whitebeard stomped down, launching himself hundreds of meters into the air, his eyes locked on the ground below.
RUMBLE!!!
A deafening roar split the island. The half of the island that had been covered in magma began to collapse at a terrifying rate. Land after land crumbled, as if a bottomless abyss had opened beneath the earth. In the blink of an eye, seawater surged in, threatening to swallow what remained.
But deep below, a crimson light blazed—expanding rapidly, filling the void left by the collapse.
Whitebeard's eyes narrowed sharply in midair.
Endless magma surged and erupted, forming a stark contrast to the other half of the island, which was now battered and cooled by the sea.
From the peak of the magma column—large enough to rival half the island itself—several magma dragons, each hundreds of meters thick and seemingly endless, coiled skyward.
Atop the lead dragon stood Sakazuki, both hands gripping his blade behind him, the weapon wreathed in Conqueror's Haki. Around him, more magma dragons followed, tracing a perfect arc as they dove toward the earth.
Standing on the dragon's head, Sakazuki spun his blade, raising it high—Conqueror's Haki crackling along its length—as he slashed at Whitebeard in midair.
Whitebeard's naginata, equally wrapped in Conqueror's Haki, was gripped at the base as he lifted it overhead and brought it down with all his might.
CLANG!
The instant the two weapons met, black and red lightning exploded outward.
With nowhere to brace himself, Whitebeard was driven downward by Sakazuki and his magma dragons, crashing toward the half of the island still above water.
BOOM!
They slammed into the ground, magma dragons surging around them. Billowing magma, thick with black smoke, ballooned outward—swallowing the last remnants of seawater. In a heartbeat, the entire remaining island was submerged in molten rock.
BANG!
A massive shockwave erupted from the island's center, launching magma a thousand meters in every direction. At the heart of the blast, the two titans grappled—sometimes unleashing their Devil Fruit powers in a contest of raw force, sometimes straining every muscle, veins bulging like writhing serpents as they pushed back against each other.
A red and white maelstrom of energy split the battlefield in two, neither side giving an inch.
Black and crimson lightning, born from their Conqueror's Haki, struck the earth, detonating explosions that sent smoke and debris hundreds of meters high.
As their power surged to the limit, the colliding shockwaves twisted together—erupting into a monstrous tornado that shredded the air, dissolving into streams of red and white.
At the center, both men were blasted apart by the force, but quickly regained their stances, blades raised for another charge.
Sakazuki gripped his blade in his left hand, channeling magma into his right, and slashed at Whitebeard.
Whitebeard met him, wielding his naginata one-handed, his left fist forming a semi-transparent shockwave as he brought his weapon down.
CLANG!
Their blades locked in a single-handed struggle. Sakazuki lashed out with a punch to Whitebeard's abdomen.
Whitebeard's left fist hammered down toward Sakazuki's head.
BOOM!
Sakazuki's magma fist crashed into Whitebeard's gut, the impact lifting him off his feet and forcing him back. The burning fist tore through skin, driving deeper.
But Whitebeard's expression didn't flicker. His left fist kept coming, smashing toward Sakazuki's head with unstoppable force.
An overwhelming pressure descended—Sakazuki felt his upper body twisting, compressing, warping under the weight of Whitebeard's power. It wasn't an illusion: the Quake-Quake Fruit's might was crushing him.
A ruthless glint flashed in Sakazuki's eyes. He poured more power into his right arm, ramping up his Devil Fruit's output.
At the same time, the shockwave sphere in Whitebeard's hand, which had twisted Sakazuki's body, reached its breaking point.
CRACK!
Whitebeard's ability detonated. The air and Sakazuki's upper body fractured simultaneously.
Agony ripped through Sakazuki—it felt like he was being torn apart from the inside out. Gritting his teeth, he detonated the magma in his abdomen.
Just before his body and the atmosphere could shatter completely, a blinding red light erupted around him.
BOOM!!!
Sakazuki's body exploded, the expanding magma colliding with the unleashed shockwave. The resulting eruption engulfed Whitebeard, spilling over the entire island.
Far away, Sakazuki began to reconstitute, battered and bloodied—his chest caved in, blood streaming from his mouth and brow. He stared coldly at the center of the magma.
BANG!
A massive burst of magma erupted, revealing a vacuum zone hundreds of meters wide with Whitebeard at its heart.
Whitebeard clutched a gaping wound in his abdomen, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Eyes narrowed, he fixed Sakazuki with a deadly stare.
"Gurararara! Magma brat, try this one on for size!"
He drove his naginata into the ground, drew both fists to his sides, and swung outward with all his might. The air on either side detonated.
All around the island, the sea churned and boiled.
A massive, irregular dome of seawater rose, towering nearly a thousand meters above the island—then collapsed in a titanic deluge.
Waves a kilometer high surged in from every direction, threatening to bury everything.
With a burst of power, Whitebeard shot straight up, soaring above the cresting waves.
Then, gripping his naginata in both hands, Conqueror's Haki swirling, he dove with the falling tsunami, blade poised to strike.
On the ground, Sakazuki looked up and sneered.
He slammed his palms together.
The ruined island's surface twisted and glowed red—a sword tip, half as wide as the island, erupted skyward at terrifying speed.
Precipice Sword!
Sakazuki's figure vanished from the ground.
The massive magma blade soared higher and higher, piercing the heavens and surpassing even the giant waves. Its tip raced straight for Whitebeard.
Whitebeard brought his blade down.
The Precipice Sword, half an island wide, split down the middle, magma surging ever upward to support it. No matter how hard Whitebeard pressed, he only climbed higher and higher.
As the surrounding waves crashed down on the magma blade, the molten rock cooled and solidified in an instant.
The island vanished—replaced by a colossal black magma sword, half an island wide and over two thousand meters tall, towering above the sea.
At the very peak of the Precipice Sword, the split tip formed two separate points.
Sakazuki and Whitebeard each stood atop one, their eyes locked, murderous intent crackling between them.
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