"Even as a marine, you've never seen this before!"
"The power of a Marine hero."
After transforming into Garp, Catarina Devon grinned broadly, her laughter mimicking Garp's hearty tone—but hidden beneath that booming laugh was a cold, murderous intent that could not be dissolved.
Shup—
As her laughter spread like a rolling tide, her figure vanished like a flying dragon soaring skyward, ascending to the ceiling of the sixth floor of Impel Down. Hovering overhead, she looked down upon Rosen from above. At the same time, her right fist slowly lifted, and her left palm gripped her own arm.
"Galaxy Impact!"
Catarina Devon, now like a true naval hero, released an awe-inspiring aura that surged outward. Her right arm, hardened with pitch-black Armament Haki, shimmered with streaks of light—like a coiling purple dragon swirling around her fist.
"Oi."
"Navy hero."
"Where's your Conqueror's Haki?"
Facing the overwhelming momentum crashing down from above like a hurricane, Rosen did not flinch—instead, he laughed.
He had seen this move before. In his previous life, through the original story.
But one thing was certain—even if the move was real, if it was used by a naval hero, it wouldn't rely only on Armament Haki.
It would absolutely be accompanied by that overwhelming Conqueror's Haki—the true king's will.
"..."
In midair, the moment Catarina Devon heard those words, her smile vanished instantly. Or rather—her smile transferred onto Rosen's face.
Because her Conqueror's Haki—did not exist.
If it did, she would've shown it already.
She originally believed that after transforming into Garp, she would let this arrogant little brat feel the weight of a hero's power. But she never expected Rosen would stab directly at her weakest point—and mock her with it.
The more she thought about it, the more enraged she became.
She no longer spoke. She simply raised her arm and slammed her fist down.
BOOM!!
The moment her punch fell, a shockwave of raw power came crashing down from the skies of Infinite Hell like a comet.
Even without the king's aura, even though her Armament Haki and physical strength were far beneath Garp's, her Galaxy Impact was still terrifying.
Before the overwhelming pressure could even finish descending, the devastating impact was already pressing directly on Rosen's chest.
If a man's will is weak, when faced with this kind of dive—his fighting spirit will collapse before the blow even lands.
But Rosen…
He had Conqueror's Haki.
It was just a punching technique.
Not enough.
Not nearly enough to shake his will.
"I've seen the power of your fruit."
"So now..."
"It's time for you to understand mine."
Facing the incoming blow like a falling star, Rosen slowly raised his Zanpakutō.
"Burn, Engetsu."
BOOM!!
The blade in his hand instantly exploded with scorching flames—violent, wild, hotter than the infernos of the Burning Hell on the fourth level.
Scarlet flames erupted along the blade, blazing like a meteor. In an instant, they lit up the darkness of the sixth floor, turning the stone-cold Infinite Hell into a blazing furnace.
Within a fifty-meter radius around Rosen, the air itself distorted—rippling visibly to the naked eye.
Waves of heat danced as the flames roared.
As Engetsu released its power, Rosen gripped it tightly.
BOOM—!!
Like magma erupting from a volcano, a burst of fire shot skyward. That blazing dragon of flame howled upward—clashing directly with the descending shockwave.
At that moment—
Rosen raised his right hand.
Snap—!
In the blazing flames, streaks of violet Haki surged upward, fusing into the inferno—transforming it into a fusion of flame and explosive force.
Rippp—!!!
A sound like cloth tearing echoed violently. The fiery explosion, infused with Haki, split the descending impact in two, and then—burned it cleanly away.
"This should be the ability he awakened in the Burning Hell."
Borsalino watched the flames devouring the ceiling of the sixth floor. Beneath his sunglasses, a gleam of realization flickered.
He had asked Rosen once, back in the infernos of Level 4.
Could he experience this ability?
And now, finally, he saw it.
"It's like a weapon that eats the Flame-Flame Fruit..."
He murmured aloud.
That was his initial evaluation of Engetsu.
But the next moment—he knew he was wrong.
Shoooom—
Engetsu's blade, wrapped in fire, cleaved through the aftershock of the Galaxy Impact like slicing tofu.
Rosen raised one foot—then stepped upward.
Into midair.
There was no foothold.
No wind.
No Moon walk.
But it was as if an invisible staircase had appeared in the sky—carved out by his will, supporting his every step.
"Not Geppo."
Zephyr narrowed his eyes. He could tell at a glance—this wasn't the Six Styles' Moon Step.
It was far too effortless.
Even he, in his prime, or Garp, at his peak—could not step through the air with such ease.
This wasn't a matter of strength.
It was a limitation of the technique itself.
Just like the Flame-Flame Fruit can never surpass the Mag-Mag Fruit, no matter how much it's trained.
"So this is the footwork he created yesterday..."
"Hirenkyaku."
"Using Armament Haki to coat the soles and solidify the air beneath into stepping stones... what kind of monstrous control is that?"
Zephyr couldn't help but sigh.
He understood.
Rosen had surpassed his younger self—in the control of Haki alone.
Shoom—!
Though Rosen was stepping upward slowly, his speed wasn't slow at all. It was lightning.
In just two steps—he crossed the entire distance between him and Catarina Devon. Wind whistled around him.
But there was no sound.
He moved in complete silence.
Even with Observation Haki, Catarina Devon could sense Rosen's approach—but she had no time to react.
No time to dodge.
Only one option remained:
Max out Armament Haki, brace her arms, and block.
Why didn't she use Moonwalk to dodge?
Too late.
Just like Luffy, when facing Katakuri, could see the future—but couldn't move his body in time.
Why not use Paper Arts?
Even simpler.
Her Observation Haki already told her—
She couldn't dodge it.
"Getsuga Tensho!"
Rosen stood midair on his invisible steps, hovering in front of her. Gripping Engetsu in both hands, he raised it overhead—
And slashed straight down.
CLANG!!
Engetsu's blade traced a burning red arc down the sky.
Then—
A slash wave burst forth, shaped like a rising Getsuga moon, blazing with violent heat and dominance.
BOOOOOM—!!!
It split the heavens and shook Infinite Hell.
The crimson Getsuga overwhelmed the sky—shrouding Level 6, and every prisoner held their breath in terror.
BANG!!
Before the Getsuga light faded—
A figure crashed down from the ceiling like a meteor.
Disheveled.
Scorched.
Bleeding.
Her body dragged behind her a bloody trail, smashing violently into the hardened rock floor—stone that could resist the pressure of the deep sea.
It cracked open instantly.
Dust exploded. Smoke surged upward.
PSSSSHHHHH —
Blood flowed down the cracks like crimson rivers, soaking every crevice full.
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