Chapter 472: Immortal Body
"——BOOM!!!"
The combined attack of fire and ice swallowed heaven and earth in an instant.
Crimson and azure intertwined into a blazing white screen of destructive light. Space itself was torn apart by the searing heat and freezing frost.
"——AAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Saint Garling's agonizing scream ripped through the firmament.
His body was completely disassembled within the light. Magma scorched his flesh and blood, while frigid air froze his soul.
Half his body was reduced to nothingness. Bones and blood mist scattered together as his entire person was blasted flying backward for hundreds of meters, smashing heavily into the ruins!
"RUMBLE—!!!"
The ruins collapsed, and dust clouds rolled. Fragments mixed with firelight and ice chips plummeted through the air like meteors.
The other four Elders abruptly froze.
Their gazes were locked dead onto the burning ruins, their faces simultaneously turning dark. The air was thick with an almost unbelievable sense of oppression.
Saint Warcury muttered, "This... this is a combined attack?!"
Saint Mars's face twitched, looking as ugly as if he had swallowed charcoal ash: "Holy... crap, and you call this 'ideological incompatibility'?!"
Saint Ju Peter gritted his teeth, cold sweat sliding down his temples: "In secret... they've even practiced combo techniques?!"
Saint Nusjuro's veins popped as he roared furiously: "Damn it! We were tricked—!!!"
Before his furious voice could even fade, a low, heavy panting sound emerged from the distant ruins.
"Hah—hahaha..."
Amidst the rubble, Saint Garling's figure reappeared.
Half of his body had been almost completely blasted to pieces. His flesh and bones had turned into a pitch-black, viscous liquid that was continuously writhing, churning, and reconstructing in the air.
His remaining eye flashed with a scarlet light in the reflection of fire and ice, looking like an undying curse reviving.
"You... bastard... pieces of trash..."
His voice was low and hoarse, every single syllable laced with thick hatred and madness.
Sakazuki and Kuzan stood side by side, the ground beneath their feet having long been divided into crimson and azure by magma and ice crystals.
Flames on the left, frost on the right. Symmetrical forces converged at their feet.
Sakazuki coldly observed the reconstructing figure, his tone steady: "Is this what Roy called—the 'Immortal Body'?"
Kuzan half-squinted, his tone lazy but his expression uncharacteristically grave: "Arara... It seems it really isn't just a legend."
"A special constitution that can only be broken by infusing Conqueror's Haki... how troublesome~"
Airwaves churned around the two of them. Heat and cold intertwined in the air, emitting a thunderous resonance.
Right at this moment—
Whoosh—!!!
A fierce wind suddenly kicked up. Golden-red capes tore through the thick smoke, sweeping down from the sky like falling flames.
Shanks—leading the elite troops of the God's Knights—dove down from high above.
They looked like meteoric light plummeting from the heavens. Every single step they took upon landing generated an explosive shockwave. Dozens of long spears inlaid with holy crests thrust into the scorched earth simultaneously, immediately erupting with a ring-shaped array of light.
"——BAM!!!"
A golden barrier rapidly expanded. Layers of energy waves temporarily isolated the residual shockwaves of fire and freezing air.
Shanks stood at the very front, his golden-red cape snapping in the wind.
He raised his head. When his gaze swept past Saint Garling's half-regenerated, twisted figure, his pupils shrank violently, a complex look of shock flashing across his brow.
The air was thick with the smell of blood and ashes. Shanks took a deep breath, shifting his gaze to the two figures standing in the center of the storm.
Half of Sakazuki's body was flowing with magma. Heatwaves rolled, and the air was warped into ripples.
His right fist was still dripping with molten light, and the earth beneath his feet had turned into a searing red bedrock.
Half of Kuzan's body flowed with frigid air. Frost mist blanketed him, and the freezing aura spread across the ground to form an ice sheet.
Fire and ice stood shoulder to shoulder.
The two extreme forces roared and spiraled between them, yet neither encroached upon the other.
On the contrary—that symmetry and balance of power made their silhouettes look exceptionally towering beneath the chaotic canopy of the sky.
Around them, the other four Elders, in their Mythical Zoan forms, gradually closed in. Their auras intertwined, firmly locking down the space around Sakazuki and Kuzan.
Curtains of gold, red, and blue light flickered in the air. Every flow of energy was accompanied by rumbling and explosions.
Just as the two sides faced off and the atmosphere was on a hair-trigger.
"Yo~"
"What are you guys up to? Making such a lively ruckus~"
A voice carrying disdain and playful amusement leisurely drifted down from the firmament.
The voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to shatter the entirely solidified air.
In an instant, all eyes looked up simultaneously.
—Above the cloud layer.
Two figures stood side by side.
The clouds high above were carved into a vortex by the air currents. Sunlight pierced through the wind layer, casting their figures as a dual silhouette of gold and black.
One had his hands in his pockets, his golden glasses reflecting the skylight. The corners of his mouth were lazily turned up, and particles of light slowly descended from his feet like a rain of golden falling stars.
—Marine Headquarters Admiral, "Kizaru" Borsalino.
The other stood quietly by his side, his military cap pulled low over his brow, his cape whipping in the wind. His calm eyes were as sharp as a blade, and his military uniform outlined a cold, imposing majesty amidst the lines and the wind.
Beneath his feet, the cloud layer was shocked into radiating fissures by the pressure of Conqueror's Haki, the air vibrating like glass.
—Marine Headquarters Admiral, Roy.
They looked down upon the Holy Land. Beneath their feet was a hell of interwoven fire and ice.
Even the wind of the Holy Land seemed to lose its direction under their combined aura.
"That's—?!!"
The Five Elders and the God's Knights looked up simultaneously. For a moment, even their fury was shocked into a standstill.
Saint Garling's mangled body had just finished reconstructing. He looked up and roared, his voice shaking the dome:
"Marines!! Are you trying to completely rebel!? You actually dare to start a massive brawl right here in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise!!!"
His voice echoed endlessly, carrying monstrous fury.
However, a lazy response drifted down from above—
"Hey, hey, hey~"
Kuzan half-squinted, his tone full of teasing and disdain: "But didn't you guys say to let us fight a match to see who's fit to be Fleet Admiral?"
"Don't go pointing fingers~ You arranged this scene yourselves, you know~"
"Bastards!!"
Saint Nusjuro roared furiously. His Centaur form stomped the ground, causing it to crack as the air was forcibly compressed into a sonic boom.
"What I meant! Was clearly to take you to another location—!!"
Sakazuki raised his head, his voice deep and as cold as iron: "You speak too slowly—who's to blame?"
"Too inefficient. Justice waits for no one."
Saint Mars was burning with uncontainable fury. The twin wings of the Itsumade beast on his back suddenly unfurled, spreading across half the sky. Black mist churned, and raging flames intertwined—
"You mortal ants!! You actually dare to bring such a blasphemous disaster upon the Holy Land!! I will turn all of you into—"
"BAM—!!!"
His words came to a screeching halt.
An incandescent white arc of light abruptly flashed in the sky.
In the next second, a fist pressure that warped the air plummeted from high above.
It was pure Haki, devoid of any embellishment, yet carrying a power sufficient to destroy mountains and seas.
"—THUD!!!"
Saint Mars's figure halted violently in mid-air, as if struck by the hammer of a god. He plummeted to the ground with a boom, the massive crash shaking the entire city!
"RUMBLE—!!!"
The earth shattered, and dust billowed. The massive shockwave kicked up a storm of flames and ice chips.
The Five Elders and the entirety of the God's Knights were startled, turning their heads to look high into the sky.
They saw Roy still maintaining a punching posture.
The air in front of his fist was warped into a spiral, the residual waves of Conqueror's Haki swirling endlessly amidst the clouds.
His cape danced wildly, his eyes as cold as frigid iron.
"Hey, hey, hey—"
"All I see are my comrades being summoned to accept an appointment, only to be forced by you into beating each other up."
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze like the blade of judgment: "And now you're using superior numbers to surround them—"
"Aren't you guys acting a little too arrogant?"
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