Flapping his wings, Marco, his entire body wreathed in azure flames, flew fiercely toward the Asura Path. He was incredibly fast and agile, dodging numerous missiles and a small number of laser cannons.
Laser cannons were far faster than missiles and much harder to evade.
Whenever Marco truly could not dodge, he simply took the hit head-on. The few missiles that burrowed into his body failed to explode like duds, while the laser cannons pierced through him, only for the wounds they opened to heal in the blink of an eye.
The powerful, concentrated barrage did not inflict much damage on Marco. It merely drained more of his stamina. Every Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit truly had its own unique qualities.
After passing through the heavy barrage, Marco nimbly flipped through the air. His claws turned jet-black as he viciously slashed at the Asura Path's head.
The Asura Path of Pain naturally would not be caught so easily. Two of his arms transformed into fists and suddenly extended to meet the two sharp claws, their midair collision sending out a turbulent blast of air.
The Asura Path of Pain's immense strength made Marco struggle to withstand him. They separated at the first clash, and Marco flew upward to dissipate the force.
The Asura Path of Pain shot into the sky and pursued him. The two began a fierce battle in midair. In his three-headed, six-armed form, his powerful attacks came like a raging storm. Even though Phoenix Marco was more agile in the air, he was still being suppressed.
The sight made the Whitebeard Pirates watching below frown deeply. Their opponent was far stronger than expected. He could even maintain the upper hand in midair. Their only hope now lay in Marco's endurance and his absurd recovery ability.
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