Your 'Ice-Ice Fruit'... Is Mine Now

"Ku... Hahaha!" Garp wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and burst into laughter. "That was satisfying! Damn satisfying! Redfield, you old bastard, you really didn't disappoint me!"

Redfield also coughed softly, calming the surging blood and energy within him. "Same to you, Garp. Looks like it won't be easy to slack off in front of you and get off work early."

"Get off work?"

Garp let out a low roar and stomped down again, blasting apart the shattered ice rock beneath his feet. "I've been holding back a hell of a lot of frustration lately. Fight me properly."

"Fist Bone: Twilight—!"

"Gladly." Bloodlight rose once more in Redfield's eyes as he pointed the tip of his umbrella toward the heavens.

"Blood Feast: Eternal Samsara—!"

The two legends who had endured since the previous era once again transformed into two destructive streaks of light and collided fiercely.

Their battle had long surpassed the scope of an ordinary fight.

Every clash reshaped the terrain, and the resulting shockwaves were the most terrifying kind of "natural disaster."

Yet peak stood against peak, legend against legend.

For the time being, neither could easily overwhelm the other.

The battle was evenly matched.

Compared to the mushroom clouds constantly erupting around Garp and Redfield, with the earth splitting and the sea overturning, Brook and Aokiji's side was eerily quiet.

But the danger hidden beneath that silence was no less than the other battlefield.

Ice Spikes, Ice Spears, Ice Walls...

Aokiji's powers seemed inexhaustible as he kept changing tactics and throwing attack after attack at Brook.

Brook did not panic. With a flash of his blade, he shattered what needed shattering and cleaved apart what needed cleaving.

Every now and then, he even took the time to scorch the ice spreading beneath his feet