Sand and stones went berserk. At the heart of the battle, the heavens and earth seemed to collapse, and the sky was plunged into darkness. Even the waters around Marineford churned into towering, raging waves.
The earth shattered, forming stretches of barren mountains and ravines. The battle had reached a fever pitch from the very beginning.
For now, Garp and Sengoku had the Golden Lion on the defensive. All three stood at the very peak of the pyramid; it was no exaggeration to call them the ceiling of combat power.
The fact that the Golden Lion could hold his own against Garp and Sengoku working together, even temporarily, spoke volumes about his terrifying strength.
But anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Golden Lion's defeat was only a matter of time.
Among strong fighters of the same caliber, a one-on-one fight might end with both sides gravely wounded. But in a one-on-two, one side was sure to lose.
Without exception.
BOOM! CRACK!
Terrifying lightning streaked through the sky. The deafening blast that split the air made the heavens seem like a despairing abyss, swallowing everything.
Beneath the darkened sky, three figures clashed. The pressure unleashed by every collision shattered everything in its path.
"Valley of Slicing."
His golden mane flying, the Golden Lion was wreathed in a violent aura as he gripped a sword in each hand and unleashed two attacks, each over ten thousand meters long.
The air split apart. Black-and-gold arcs, like flashes of apocalyptic light, plunged from the sky and cleaved straight toward Garp and Sengoku.
Scalding vapor billowed around Garp. His entire arm swelled, its dusky blue surface brimming with the strength of a mountain, and he punched toward the slashes.
The collision was deafening. Pressure burst through the air. Garp sank a step,