"Ice Ball!"
"Crimson Lotus Fang!"
Left was freezing cold, right was molten fire—
both attacks hurtling straight for Arthur.
Getting caught by even one of them would mean serious pain.
He didn't dare underestimate them. His body flickered and vanished, reappearing more than ten meters away in a crackle of lightning.
The spot where he'd stood exploded in a blast of steam—
ice and magma colliding, yet striking nothing but air.
But the instant Arthur rematerialized, a surge of killing intent flared behind him.
Garp was already there.
That old man's Observation Haki… it's keeping up with lightning itself!
Arthur turned sharply. The Marine hero's iron fist was already inches from his face.
His pupils contracted—then his body twisted mid-air as his leg whipped upward to meet the punch.
The motion was beautiful, like an inverted dragon kick—
and when fist met foot—
Boom!
The impact thundered across the sky, neither side gaining an inch.
Garp's eyes went wide.
What reaction speed…!
This kid wasn't just a Devil Fruit monster; his Armament Haki was dense, his Conqueror's Haki ferocious, and his Observation Haki—razor-sharp.
Frustration flashed across the old man's face. With a snarl, he lunged back in, Marine Six-Style techniques flowing one into another.
Finger Gun. Shave. Tempest Kick. Iron Body.
A flurry of close-range strikes so fast they blurred.
Arthur grinned.
"Close-quarters brawling? My favorite!"
He didn't retreat—he charged.
Fists and feet clashed again and again, shockwaves splitting the air.
For dozens of exchanges they danced in mid-sky, their movements too fast for the naked eye to follow.
Spectators below could only gape.
"Unbelievable… he's matching Vice Admiral Garp blow for blow!
Since Roger's era—who's done that?"
Dalmatian stared, trembling.
Onigumo shook his head.
"That kid's not just powerful—his Haki's monstrous.
Where did a freak like this come from?"
Doberman clenched his fists so hard they bled.
"Damn it… as much as I hate to admit it—he's on par with an Admiral… maybe even a Yonko."
Their chatter was the only sound the mid-ranking officers dared to make.
The rest—the elite Marines—could only shiver.
One man standing against three Admirals and Garp—
that wasn't courage, that was madness.
And yet, he was doing it.
No one in history had ever seen anything like it.
This wasn't a duel.
The Admirals weren't about to honor one-on-one etiquette.
Light flared—Kizaru struck first.
The golden Admiral appeared between attacks, the Ama no Murakumo sword of photons slicing precisely through every opening, never once endangering Garp yet always threatening Arthur's blind spot.
That level of control and combat instinct—terrifying.
But Arthur only smirked. His movements sharpened, lightning coursing through every nerve.
Now even with two opponents in his face, he fought like it was effortless.
The crowd forgot to breathe.
Somehow, they'd stopped being combatants.
Now they were simply spectators—watching a battle that belonged to legends.
And then the other two Admirals moved.
Aokiji drew an ice blade; Akainu's fists blazed with molten magma and Armament Haki.
Four titans encircled one man.
Yet Arthur's Observation Haki unfolded like a net, reading every feint and strike.
He could see the flow of danger seconds before it came.
Every flicker of intent, every change in rhythm—mapped and countered.
It was Observation Haki pushed to its absolute limit.
And because of that, he endured.
Four supreme powers, one after another, and not a single blow could drop him.
He had become a living legend in that instant.
Still, after dozens of rounds, even he began to tire.
Defeating all four outright would be difficult.
But now he knew exactly where he stood on the food chain.
So this is the height of the Navy's might… good. My turn.
If the Admirals could have heard that thought, their blood would have run cold.
Because to him, they weren't enemies—
they were test dummies.
Lightning crackled.
"Pierce of the Strongest Spear—One Finger Strike!"
He focused all his power into a single fingertip, lunging straight for Garp.
The old Marine's eyes widened instantly.
He crossed his arms before his chest, meeting the incoming strike head-on.
That killing intent—it wasn't something you could ignore.
The move came faster than thought itself—
only a handful of people alive could have reacted at all.
The three Admirals sensed danger as well.
If Garp fell here, none of them could bear the responsibility.
They moved simultaneously—
—but Arthur had already set the board.
"Divine Judgment!"
The thunder that had earlier scattered harmlessly into the clouds—
had been a trap.
The moment he spoke, three colossal pillars of lightning speared down from the heavens.
They struck the Admirals squarely before they could elementalize.
The sky erupted.
Even beings of light, magma, and ice staggered, smoking, driven to their knees for a heartbeat.
And in that same instant, Arthur's ultimate spear struck home.
The fusion of Armament Haki and lightning tore through Garp's guard.
Rip!
Pain lanced up the hero's arm.
He gasped—the air left his lungs as his body rocketed backward, vanishing in a blur before crashing into the sea with an explosive splash that hurled up waves like mountains.
When the water settled, Garp's left arm bore a bloody hole.
The unbreakable Armament Haki of the Navy's Hero—pierced.
It wasn't fatal, but it shattered something far greater—
the Marines' faith.
Every witness froze.
"That's… impossible…"
"The Hero of the Marines—injured?"
"This kid's insane! Completely insane!"
Moments ago, the fight had seemed evenly matched.
Now, in a blink, the world had turned upside down.
Truly—
on a battlefield like this, everything changes in an instant.
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