At the shattered remains of the Precipice Sword.
Both Sakazuki and Whitebeard felt the sudden shift in Roger's aura.
Hovering midair, Whitebeard instantly understood what had happened. Guilt flickered in his eyes, but he quickly forced it down, his gaze locking fiercely onto Sakazuki.
Across the ruined battlefield, Sakazuki finally managed to pull himself together. His body reformed, and he shot Whitebeard a mocking, taunting smile.
Neither man moved. They both knew they were at their limits—one reckless attack, and it could mean mutual destruction. For all their ferocity, neither truly wished to die here.
Sakazuki now stood on the crumbling edge of the Precipice Sword, barely above the sea. One misstep, and the ocean would claim him—no rescue possible. Whitebeard was in even worse shape, his wounds deeper, his strength flagging. If Sakazuki dragged him under now, it would be a pointless death.
So they waited. The seconds stretched, tension mounting.
As the last crack beneath Whitebeard's feet sealed itself, both men sprang into action.
Sakazuki plunged his hands into the hardened magma, drawing deep from the earth's molten heart.
"Magma Terraforming!"
Lava surged upward, expanding the battlefield. The moment Whitebeard came down, vibration rings swirling around his feet, Sakazuki was already gone—dodging away in a blur.
Whitebeard's stomp unleashed a shockwave, cracks spidering through the ground. The earth trembled, bulging upward as if something massive pressed from below. No magma erupted beneath him, but all around the solidified Precipice Sword, rivers of lava spilled outward, spreading across the sea.
In moments, the landmass tripled in size.
From afar, Sakazuki faced off against Whitebeard. He clenched both fists and pulled—a three-meter-long blade of magma formed in his hand, instantly sheathed in Armament Haki. He spun it once, then drove it into the ground, his eyes cold and indifferent.
"Grand Magma Burial."
With that, he and his blade melted into the earth. All around, towering magma giants erupted from the ground—each over four meters tall, each wielding a magma blade identical to Sakazuki's.
They charged at Whitebeard from every direction.
Whitebeard didn't flinch. He swung his arm, unleashing a quake.
CRACK!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Magma giants in front of him shattered into steaming fragments, but new ones formed instantly. Mindless, relentless, they pressed forward under Sakazuki's control.
Punch after punch, Whitebeard toppled them in droves. But they kept coming, drawing ever closer. Each use of his power drained him further; his battered body trembled under the strain.
His eyes narrowed. Trying to wear me down, huh…
With a twist, Whitebeard planted his naginata in the ground, both fists drawing to his waist—ready to shatter the earth and end this in one blow.
SWISH!
A sudden, piercing sound—Whitebeard's pupils shrank. No time for his Quake-Quake power; he coated his body in Armament Haki.
BOOM!
A magma giant, wielding a blade wrapped in Conqueror's Haki, had slipped through the chaos, slashing at Whitebeard's neck. The volcanic force sent him hurtling away, crashing into a pile of rubble.
BOOM!
Stone exploded as Whitebeard emerged, blood streaming from a long gash on his neck. He glared at the magma giant.
"You sneaky brat."
The giant's form twisted, condensing into Sakazuki himself. The shattered blade reformed in his hand. Sakazuki inhaled deeply—
WHOOSH!
A compressed bullet of black smoke and volcanic ash blasted from his mouth, rocketing toward Whitebeard.
Whitebeard snorted, unfazed. Both fists drew in, then exploded outward.
CRACK—!
The air on either side of him shattered. The earth quaked. On both sides of the island, water swelled upward—hundreds of meters high.
BOOM!
As the ash bullet detonated and thick smoke blanketed the island, those water bulges burst, transforming into colossal waves that crashed inward.
Whitebeard launched himself skyward, surveying the battlefield from above. He'd spotted Sakazuki's weakness: most of this magma came from deep underground. If the island sank, Sakazuki would struggle to draw magma through the sea. And if he was forced to rely on his own stamina, Whitebeard was confident he could outlast him.
On the ground, Sakazuki scowled. He clapped his hands together.
A Precipice Sword shot skyward.
Whitebeard soared through the air, landing atop the blade. He stomped down, shattering the atmosphere, driving the Precipice Sword downward with all his might.
Sakazuki realized what was happening and immediately canceled his ability, melting into the ground—a streak of molten red plunging deep toward the earth's core.
Above, Whitebeard shot higher and higher as titanic waves swallowed what remained of the island. Under his power, the land shattered, disappearing beneath the sea.
Floating in the sky, Whitebeard frowned. There was no way that magma punk was dead—not yet.
Suddenly, the sea below glowed red—brighter and brighter, until his entire vision was filled with light.
Danger screamed in his mind. He darted away just in time.
A massive water dome erupted where the island had sunk—not the twisted, uneven bulges his own power created, but a perfectly rounded, surging bubble, as if something had detonated beneath the waves.
BOOM!
The dome burst. Waves hundreds of meters high exploded outward, crashing toward every fighter on the battlefield.
A torrent of magma, thicker than the island itself, spewed from the depths, dark red and wreathed in black smoke, rocketing into the sky.
At the heart of the eruption, Sakazuki reformed, his body coalescing as the magma carried him above the waves.
He raised his hands. Countless streams of lava twisted into giant magma fists, each dozens of meters across.
Like a meteor shower, they rained down on Whitebeard—thousands of blazing trails tearing through the sky, a cataclysm fit for the end of the world…
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