Hiss!
Seeing Rob Lucci trampled under Marco's foot, many pirates gasped in disbelief.
"Oh my God!"
"Just like that, he was taken down!"
"Incredible!"
A chorus of shocked voices echoed from the pirates.
"Worthy of Lord Marco—one kick, unstoppable!"
Marco's devoted fans shouted in excitement, their blood boiling with admiration.
"What's a mere Navy Six Style? What's the so-called strongest CP agent in history? In front of Marco, all that means nothing!"
The seemingly invincible, ruthless Rob Lucci, who had soared through the air with unparalleled confidence, now lay humiliated underfoot.
Marco's fans roared even louder.
Hearing their taunts, Rob Lucci's expression grew colder, and murderous intent swirled within him.
Rumble!
Suddenly, an explosive force erupted from Lucci, and he transformed into his hybrid form—half-leopard, half-man. With a swift motion, he broke free from Marco's grasp.
"Zoan-Type, Cat-Cat Fruit, Leopard Model!"
Not far away, Lucci stood, his upper body rippling with power, now several times stronger and faster. He had never underestimated Marco, attacking with everything from the start.
To survive Marco's devastating kick earlier, Lucci had layered multiple defenses—Paper Art, Iron Body, and Armament Haki. Without these, he might have been left with broken bones, if not worse.
Swish!
This time, Marco made the first move. His speed was incredible, leaving only afterimages in his wake. Each step spanned over ten meters, his footprints sinking into the stone pavement like scars on the battlefield.
Lucci's sharp leopard eyes flashed as his body tensed, then he launched forward, leaving behind a blur of motion. His speed was now far beyond human limits.
"Rokuogan: Superhuman Shave!"
This advanced form of Shave pushed the body beyond normal constraints. With his hybrid form amplifying his strength and speed, Lucci surged toward Marco like a relentless hurricane.
Marco didn't use his fruit powers; instead, he embraced pure physical combat. He aimed to test the limits of his raw strength, returning to the essence of martial mastery.
He threw a punch, and instantly, Armament Haki coated his fist in black energy. The air cracked as Marco's strike tore through the sound barrier, generating a chaotic white shockwave.
Lucci met Marco's punch head-on, his own fist wrapped in Armament Haki.
Boom!
The collision sent ripples through the air, expanding like waves across the battlefield. A fierce cyclone erupted, flinging chunks of earth and rock in every direction.
Swish!
Before Marco could react, Lucci's leopard tail whipped around like a whip, slicing through the air toward him.
A razor-sharp crescent of air shot forth from the tail—a perfected version of the Tempest Kick technique.
"Tempest Tail!"
This technique, honed to kill countless foes, struck at point-blank range. For most, dodging would be impossible.
But Marco was not most people. His mastery over Observation Haki, sharpened by battles with powerful opponents like Katakuri, allowed him to narrowly evade the deadly attack.
The crescent slash carved through the air beside him, cleaving several buildings in two. The structures crumbled with a deafening crash, sending clouds of dust into the air.
Marco didn't spare the destruction a glance. In a blink, he closed the distance between himself and Lucci once more. His body blurred forward, leaving a ghostly afterimage behind.
With a fierce cry, Marco extended his hand—his fingers curled like a dragon's claw. Energy exploded from the motion, driving straight toward Lucci's throat.
Lucci's beastly instincts kicked in. With incredible agility, he retracted his neck, dodging Marco's claws by a hair's breadth. Simultaneously, his body shrank back to human size, though he maintained all the speed and power of his hybrid form.
"Life Return—Paper Art: Martial Body!"
This technique gave Lucci the compact flexibility of a human while preserving the raw power of his beast form.
Crack!
Marco's missed strike hit a stone statue behind Lucci, shattering it to rubble. Dust billowed into the air, obscuring the scene. The force of Marco's claw was clear—if it had connected, Lucci's throat would have been crushed without mercy.
Swish!
Lucci's eyes burned with savage intent. He lunged forward, his entire hybrid body hurtling toward Marco like a missile. As he closed the gap, his leopard claws blurred, striking dozens of times in rapid succession.
Each attack landed with the force of a spear, aiming to pierce Marco's defenses.
"Rokuogan—Six Kings Gun!"
This was one of the deadliest techniques in the Six Styles, magnified by the might of Lucci's hybrid form.
The battle between Marco and Lucci raged on—a relentless storm of fists, claws, and Haki, where neither combatant could afford a single misstep.
This is the pinnacle technique of the Six Styles—Six Kings Gun—a devastating impact move that only Rob Lucci has mastered. It represents the ultimate mastery of the Six Styles, achievable only by those who have perfected the Finger Pistol technique to its highest form. It gathers immense force into a single point, unleashing it in a powerful shockwave.
"Bells and whistles," Marco scoffed.
Amidst the barrage of Lucci's rapid strikes, Marco threw a single punch.
Top-tier Armament Haki instantly coated his fist in dense black energy, and the full strength of his body condensed into this blow. Though the punch appeared simple and direct, it carried overwhelming force—like a tidal wave crashing down, obliterating everything in its path.
Rumble!
The relentless attacks of the Six Kings Gun were blown apart, a gap tearing open in Lucci's seemingly impenetrable assault. The deadly pressure of his strikes dissipated under the sheer force of Marco's punch.
Marco's momentum did not falter. His fist, carrying the crushing power of his entire body, surged forward toward Lucci.
Boom!
The two combatants' blows collided—Marco's fist against Lucci's leopard claw.
Crack!
Beneath their feet, the ground split open with a deafening snap. Countless cracks spiderwebbed out, spreading across the street like jagged lightning bolts.
Blam!
The battlefield erupted in chaos. Chunks of earth and stone exploded into the air as shockwaves rippled outward, shaking the entire area. Dust and smoke billowed up, blanketing everything in a thick haze.
Lucci, who took the brunt of the impact, widened his eyes in disbelief. The sheer force of Marco's punch radiated through his body, shattering his defenses.
Crack!
His leopard claw nearly snapped from the overwhelming force. But it didn't stop there—the devastating power surged through his body, rattling his bones and threatening to tear him apart.
"Your physical skills... are not enough." Marco's voice rang out, calm but resolute.
Rumble!
In an instant, Lucci's entire body was blasted off the ground, flung backward with terrifying force. His leopard form tumbled through the air, crashing violently into the debris-covered streets.
The sheer force of Marco's punch had sent Rob Lucci flying, his body slamming into the wreckage like a rag doll tossed by a storm.