Rocky Port… is finished!
On the edge of Rocky Port, Pathesius huddled like an ostrich.
Watching the earth-shaking battle unfold on the island from afar.
His face was frozen in awe.
Too strong!
The two men locked in combat—
the white-haired youth—
and the horned demon king—
possessed terrifying might far beyond anything he'd imagined.
Every casual clash between them reduced every building on the island to paper scraps.
Rock, earth, even steel warped and exploded under their punches and kicks.
Only a few hours had passed since their duel began.
The once-bustling pirate port had been almost completely destroyed.
A town full of shops and pleasure houses was now rubble.
Countless pirates and criminals had been caught in the crossfire and died violent deaths.
This is true strength—true power on the open sea!
As he watched, Pathesius's eyes blazed with a yearning he'd never felt before.
How he wished he could be the one wielding such might.
Yet he knew full well
it was impossible.
Even in ten or twenty years
he'd still never reach that level.
Unless… he could obtain a fearsome Devil Fruit.
The thought brought the white-haired man's words back to him:
If you survive, come find me on Hachinosu.
Hachinosu…
Pathesius's gaze hardened.
He stopped watching the battle—who knew how long it would last—and sprinted toward the ruined port.
He needed a ship.
A ship to carry him away, to carry him to Hachinosu!
This could be his chance—
his only chance to escape this life and grasp a greater future!
Just as Pathesius prepared to leave Rocky Port,
Carlo and Kaido, still locked in their fierce duel, had no idea
that several dozen kilometers away a pirate ship stitched with the word Rocks was leisurely sailing toward them.
On the prow stood a towering, golden-haired man with a crescent mustache, gazing into the distance, red glints in his eyes.
Gurararara, some mighty auras are clashing indeed.
So, is Samuro fighting that rookie Kaido?
Rocks sure thinks highly of that brat Kaido—he doesn't care if Rocky Port is leveled?
On Rocky Port:
Bastard! Quit hopping around like a flea and fight me head-on!
Dust-covered, Kaido roared again and again, lunging at Carlo like a starving tiger.
Carlo slipped nimbly under his raised arm,
and in the same instant drove a knife-hand strike into Kaido's armpit, making him howl in pain, tears flying.
Bastard! Bastard!
Kaido clamped his arm down and swept his muscular left arm in a terrifying arc.
Yet Carlo, still airborne, calmly planted his left foot on Kaido's wrist,
drove the arm downward, and used the momentum to spring upward.
Then a knuckle punch smashed into Kaido's brow.
With a thud, skin split and blood streamed over Kaido's eye.
Carlo's feet danced on empty air as if climbing invisible stairs, circling to Kaido's right and whipping a kick at his neck!
You've ticked me off, damn navy brat!
Kaido's eyes blazed crimson—
blood or maybe Observation Haki—
and he opened his jaws wide, snapping at Carlo's right leg.
Whoa, that's a nasty habit, Kaido!
Carlo joked, yanking back his leg and switching to a stomp, planting an eighty-sized foot squarely on Kaido's cheek.
Kaido's face stretched to its limit,
Carlo's toes nearly poking his eye.
Bastard! I'll kill you!
Kaido hammered his arms downward, but Carlo pushed off his face and flipped away.
He sprang back mid-air, using Moonwalk to reverse course and slammed a fist into Kaido's knee.
With strength past seventy and a Physique rivaling seven-star fighters, even ten giant warriors couldn't block this blow!
Though Kaido's body still outclassed Carlo's,
the gap had narrowed.
The punch landed with a dull crack.
Alarmed, Kaido yanked his leg back to keep the joint from shattering.
His gaze at Carlo grew wilder—
yet helpless.
He clenched his massive fist and smashed downward at Carlo's head.
But with their Physiques now close, the smaller Carlo held a clear speed edge.
Before the fist landed, Carlo leapt up and rocketed a punch into Kaido's jaw.
Take my Rising Dragon Smash!
The dark fist smashed Kaido's jaw, lifting his huge frame off the ground.
Carlo followed with a straight kick to the chest that sent Kaido skidding dozens of meters on his back!
He landed with a bounce,
grinning in delight.
Watching Kaido rise again, glaring in fury, Carlo couldn't resist taunting:
What, still not fetching your club?
Trying to brawl bare-handed? Kaido, you sure you're up for that?
You think I learned my hand-to-hand from pushovers? Those Marine HQ guys are nasty, but their martial arts outclass every pirate on Hachinosu combined!
Getting cocky, brat!
Snarling, Kaido charged again; Carlo sidestepped, grabbed his horn,
roared, and hurled him skyward.
His dark right fist shot out in a thunderous straight punch—
Fist Bone: Justice Straight!
BOOM!
Kaido's body arched, abs caving in around Carlo's arm,
acid gushing from his mouth as he flew back in humiliation.
Carlo pressed the attack, hammering Kaido without mercy.
At last
Kaido abandoned any hope of matching him hand-to-hand.
He blocked the onslaught while scrambling for his spiked club, hachisai-kai.
When Carlo's boot planted on his backside and sent him face-first into the dirt, Kaido finally found the weapon he'd thrown aside.
The moment the club was in hand, his aura shifted.
Let's see you laugh now, cocky navy brat!
He roared—then froze.
Who the hell are you? Where's that navy brat?
The Carlo who'd been pounding him was gone.
In his place stood a six-meter bird-headed humanoid with golden wings, a figure cast in gleaming gold.