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"It hurts, Newgate!"
Whitebeard let out a cold laugh. "Same to you!"
As he spoke, he moved his legs slightly. Shockwaves rippled out, and he suddenly launched a powerful kick toward Arashi. Arashi raised his arm to block the heavy strike.
Boom!
The immense force and vibrations surged through his arm and spread across his body, making him suck in a breath as he staggered back two steps.
"Not bad!" he sneered. Then, with a slash of his long blade, he charged forward again. Whitebeard raised his naginata and brought it down hard.
The two clashed dozens of times quickly in a blur of sparks and steel.
The surrounding space warped and cracked, and the ground beneath them crumbled, forming a massive crater.
Suddenly, Arashi's eyes narrowed as he sensed something approaching from the side—a brilliant streak of light was racing toward him with terrifying force.
Its speed was overwhelming. It was none other than another Emperor of the Sea—Shanks.
Raising one hand, Arashi curled his fingers, then spread them wide. His palm faced Shanks. "2 Billion Volts: Divine Judgment!" he said coldly.
As his voice fell, a brilliant pillar of lightning, a hundred meters thick, burst from Arashi's palm.
The sheer heat in the air seemed to vaporise everything in its path. The bolt reached Shanks in an instant. Shanks' pupils contracted. He swung his sabre to block.
BOOM!
A massive thunderclap resounded as Shanks' rushing figure was forced to a stop mid-air. Whitebeard, ever perceptive, immediately spotted the gap in Arashi's defences.
Without hesitation, he clenched his fist and threw a devastating punch at Arashi's abdomen.
Boom!
The shock pierced straight through Arashi's torso and burst from his back. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and his huge frame stumbled several steps back.
"Gurararara!"
"That one hurt, didn't it, brat?!" Whitebeard laughed thunderously. His vast body didn't pause as he slashed again with his naginata.
"Very good!" Arashi growled, grinning. "Now this is what I call a fight!"
The next instant, the wings on his back flared open, and he vanished from sight.
"What?!" Whitebeard's pupils contracted. He hadn't even seen Arashi move.
"Try this punch on for size!" Suddenly, a gust of wind blasted at him. A massive fist struck his abdomen with bone-crushing force.
Bang!
The energy surged through Whitebeard's body and shot out the other side, even piercing a building a kilometre away.
His whole body froze for a moment before stumbling back several steps, then violently coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Cough! Cough! Cough!
The Whitebeard Pirates nearby were all struck with panic.
"That one didn't feel good, did it?" Arashi's mocking voice echoed again.
Whitebeard wiped the blood from his mouth, looked up, and laughed heartily. "Now this is fun!"
"Then let's make it even more fun!" Arashi laughed as well. His powerful legs suddenly stomped the ground, launching his massive body into the air.
He clenched his fist high above, and black-red lightning crackled around it. In the next second, he dived straight down.
Whitebeard looked up. His abdomen still hadn't recovered—his power was scattered and unable to gather properly.
"Even with that massive body, his speed hasn't dropped at all…Is the Mythical Zoan he ate one that enlarges the body while boosting speed?"
Thoughts raced through Whitebeard's mind. "What a shame… I'm old."
"If I were younger, I'd have more strength, stamina, and speed. I could've reacted to that punch earlier." He sighed inwardly.
There was no way to dodge the next strike—it must be taken head-on. But there was a benefit to enduring an attack: it created an opening to counterattack just as fiercely.
Even if Arashi was ridiculously durable, the Tremor-Tremor Fruit caused real, internal damage—nothing to scoff at.
"Let me handle this!!" A sudden voice rang out. A mysterious force pulled Whitebeard sideways.
"Shanks?" Whitebeard muttered to himself. Then, he saw Arashi coming down hard, his fist clashing with Shanks' rising sabre.
BOOM!
The ground split open, and the sky seemed to tear apart. The clash was colossal, terrifying, yet fitting for a battle between Emperors.
Just then, Whitebeard regained mobility. He clenched his fists and prepared to charge, but a hand grabbed him.
"Pops!" Whitebeard froze, turned around—but saw no one.
"I'm down here!" Below the knee, a child was bouncing up and down.
"…?" Whitebeard was stunned—a little girl on the battlefield?
"I'm Bonney!" Jewellery Bonney suddenly transformed back into her original form, looking anxious.
"Don't resist. I'll return you to your younger self. But… I don't know how much my ability will affect you!" Whitebeard blinked, feeling a strange tremble in his chest.
Back to his younger self? Suddenly, he remembered—this girl's ability might work. He nodded. A new light of hope appeared in his aged eyes.
Receiving his approval, Bonney instantly reached out toward him. "Devil Fruit ability—activate!"
A strange force enveloped Whitebeard. In the next second, his body began to change. The wrinkles on his face smoothed out.
His white hair turned golden. His frame straightened, growing powerful and proud.
Whitebeard trembled all over, his crescent-shaped moustache quivering. He clenched both fists tightly.
He had returned—reborn into his prime! "Power! It's surging through me again!"
Across from him, Bonney jumped up excitedly. "It worked!"
At the same time, Arashi, who had just clashed once again with Shanks, suddenly looked over.
His pupils shrank when he saw a golden-haired Whitebeard who looked twenty years younger, standing tall, proud, and radiant.
Gasps echoed across the battlefield.
"Whitebeard… turned young again!"
Whooosh!
A great wind swept over Marineford, lifting the golden hair atop the upright, mighty warrior wielding a naginata.
Every pirate stared, wide-eyed, excitement blazing in their gazes.
"Pops!"
"He's young again!" Screams erupted from the crowd of pirates, pure exhilaration spreading through the ranks.
"Kurararara!"
Even Whitebeard, with all the ups and downs of his life, couldn't suppress his joy.
He laughed boldly and reached for the naginata at his side, lowering his gaze to the girl before him.
"Your ability… may decide the outcome of this war!" Bonney beamed with joy, unable to hide her excitement.
"Then…"
Whitebeard turned. His eyes sharpened like blades, locking onto the figure still fighting Shanks.
"The real fight between us…Starts now." His voice was deep, firm, and full of confidence.
As soon as the words fell, his thick legs bent, and in the next moment, his body shot forward like an arrow—straight toward Arashi.
"He's even faster now!" Nearby, Sengoku shouted, his expression twisted with tension. It was impossible to imagine how powerful Whitebeard was in his prime.
Now, Arashi faced Shanks at full strength and a revitalised Whitebeard at his peak. "This battle will shake the world! The most epic war in history!"
A pirate screamed, his eyes fixed on the three figures at the centre of the battlefield.
No one on this battlefield could remain calm. The frenzy, the blood, the violence—it all warped the hearts of men.
"Arashi! Try this one!" Whitebeard roared.
Despite his towering frame, his speed was unreal. In a flash, he was above Arashi. He raised his naginata with both hands and brought it down with force.
Shhhrrak!
Black and red lightning flashed across the sky, darkening the heavens. Conqueror's Haki surged out from his body, enveloping the entire battlefield.
Arashi looked up sharply. He clashed his right-hand blade with Shanks' saber, and raised his left hand—gripping tightly.
Zzzap!
A twenty-meter-long lightning spear materialised, crackling with energy. It was infused with Armament and Conqueror's Haki.
Then, he thrust it forward.
Boom!
The spear tip collided with Whitebeard's naginata, sending out a storm of sparks and energy.
"You're back to full power? Well then, congratulations, Newgate!" Arashi grinned viciously. "But this isn't a time for you to be laughing!"
"Arashi!!" Whitebeard shouted. He lifted his naginata, now surging with intense Haki and electric sparks.
He slashed again—this time aiming for Arashi's shoulder. The speed and power of this strike were far beyond his previous attacks.
It showed just how terrifying Whitebeard was at his prime. Even Arashi struggled to block it entirely.
He slashed his lightning spear to intercept it, slightly deflecting the angle.
Shing!
The sharp edge of the naginata sliced straight down. Arashi leaned back to dodge—his black hair was cut, and a bloody gash appeared from his shoulder to his chest.
In an instant, blood flowed down, splattering onto the ground.
"Admiral Arashi is injured!" Not far away, the Vice Admirals gasped, their eyes wide in shock.
It was the first time Arashi had been wounded since the battle began—a moment that could change everything.
"A chance!" Shanks' eyes sharpened. He lunged with his sabre at a tricky angle.
In that moment, Arashi's face darkened. His eyes turned cold. He instantly raised his long blade to block the strike while crouching low.
His lightning spear in the left hand thrust straight at Whitebeard with incredible speed.
Pfft!
The speed of the lightning was blinding—almost instantaneous. It pierced through Whitebeard's shoulder, dragging his massive body back several steps.
His expression darkened, but he quickly gripped the lightning spear with both hands.
The weapon, nearly twenty meters long and buried seven or eight meters through his body, was ripped out with brute force.
Directly ahead, Arashi held his blade in his right hand, his aura overwhelming and forceful. He swung wildly at Shanks.
His left hand formed a fist, throwing out a relentless barrage of punches.
The storm of attacks grew fierce and chaotic instantly, forcing Shanks into retreat.
Sweat formed on his brow as pressure mounted—there was no mistake.
In the world, no one else had mastered swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat to such a terrifying level.
On top of that, Arashi's raw strength and the tsunami-like force of his presence made it hard to even breathe near him.
The two had clashed hundreds of times in the blink of an eye. Arashi's fist slammed into Shanks' face, contorting his form and sending him flying nearly a kilometre.
"Hah!" Arashi exhaled, then swiftly turned around. Whitebeard charged with his naginata, swinging it down with terrifying force.
Arashi sheathed his sword in one swift motion. The veins bulged on his thick, muscular right arm—bulkier than an elephant's limb.
He clenched his fist and threw a punch. "Boom!" The impact shattered the air, and his fist met the blade head-on, stopping it cold.
Whitebeard wasn't surprised. His knees bent, and he launched himself high into the air in a flash.
"Pop!" A shockwave burst from his feet as he stomped downward. Arashi raised his head and clenched his right fist.
A swirling vortex of energy wrapped around it. "Boom!" The two clashed again—Whitebeard's seismic stomp was stopped midair.
The shockwave under his foot was drawn into Arashi's swirling vortex. "He absorbed my quake power?" Whitebeard's pupils shrank.
Still, he reacted quickly and vanished from his spot.
Shanks' rapier sliced through the air the next instant with a sharp, gleaming slash. "Heh..." Arashi sneered and braced himself, arms crossed in front.
"Boom!" The slash burst forth with full power, erupting into blinding light and sending Arashi skidding dozens of meters backwards.
"Come on, then! Both of you!" Arashi roared, sweeping his arm forward.
His eyes blazed. The skies above darkened into a deep red-black, rippling wildly.
His Conqueror's Haki exploded outward, dominating everything within a kilometre.
The overwhelming aura turned the entire battlefield into a forbidden zone for anyone lacking resolve.
"Hahaha!" Shanks laughed through blood-streaked lips and cheeks.
"Gurararara!" Whitebeard roared as well. Though his shoulder wound had stopped bleeding, it had dyed his robes crimson.
There was no question—this was a brutal battle, a true clash to the death. All three intended to bring the other down in this ferocious exchange.
A moment later, their eyes locked, and lightning crackled in the void. At nearly the same time, Whitebeard and Shanks charged.
Arashi let out a low growl and lunged like a savage beast. His wings flared with a violent shudder.
"Whoosh!" The air screamed as their figures blurred into motion and then collided with explosive force.
"Boom!" Arashi stowed his blade and fought with both fists.
The shockwaves blasted in every direction. "How strong are you?" Shanks shouted, eyes gleaming as he beat with his sword.
Whitebeard unleashed wild, sweeping strikes with his naginata from close range. In the blink of an eye, thousands of exchanges had passed.
Their battle reached insane speeds and intensity.
To outsiders, it was dazzling—and deadly. Ripples and shockwaves expanded outward, levelling everything in sight. Buildings crumbled into dust.
"Boom!" Arashi landed a crushing blow to Shanks' stomach. Shanks bent over, coughing up blood.
A moment later, Whitebeard's massive fist smashed into Arashi's face.
Arashi's head snapped back, but he only grinned and retaliated with a heavy punch to Whitebeard's chest.
"Puh!" Blood erupted from Whitebeard's mouth as he staggered backwards.
A breath later, all three again charged, their violent collision shaking the hearts of onlookers.
"They're all bleeding!"
"But the most terrifying one is Arashi! He's taking on two Emperors by himself!"
"What kind of monster is he?!" Everyone watching trembled at the sight—his strength was awe-inspiring.
"Boom!" Shanks took another brutal punch. Blood dripped from his chin as he stumbled back. At this moment, Arashi unleashed everything.
His body surged with power—the most satisfying, exhilarating fight he'd experienced in decades.
"Let's enjoy this battle!" he roared with laughter.
His body shuddered, and black flames—intangible and wild—began to rise. They curled around his neck and limbs like dark ribbons.
His skin darkened rapidly. His nose flattened, forehead widened, and long black hair whipped in the wind.
A complete transformation—grotesque, yet a symbol of his physical might, stamina, endurance, and regeneration, reaching new heights.
In terms of area-of-effect destruction, the Rumble-Rumble Fruit was unmatched. But for close combat, the Kunpeng Fruit was far more dominant.
Arashi thrust his right hand forward. Thunder exploded from his palm, sending countless lightning bolts crashing and engulfing Whitebeard.
"Hahaha!" Arashi laughed madly as his massive body launched forward.
In a flash, he stood before Shanks. Then he grabbed his face, freezing Shanks' expression instantly.
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