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"Sun King!"

"Whitebeard!"

A powerful heat storm radiated outward.

The ground melted across a hundred thousand meters in every direction, swiftly turning into a sea of magma. The temperature at the very center had reached an inconceivable level; even the air rippled.

Whitebeard was already covered in Armament Haki as he stared impassively at the glowing humanoid before him.

He could barely make out anything with his eyes. All he saw was a blinding white.

Even as enemies, Whitebeard had to admit that the Richest Group had a number of powerful right-hand men who couldn't be ignored.

The Sun King standing before him was one of them.

Aside from him, even Marco would have been defeated in his place. Marco might have managed to escape with his life, but he would never have been a match.

A bubble of compressed air formed around Whitebeard's left hand. His eyes blazed with anger and murderous intent.

"Kong Shock."

"Temperature Fist."

Archino wasn't intimidated in the slightest.

He lived by one principle: charge in headfirst.

His right fist clenched like a miniature sun, meeting Whitebeard's fist with overwhelming force. A closer look would have revealed a vacuum forming between their fists.

The shattered atmosphere and scorching sun erupted together.

The ground beneath them had already melted into a lake of magma, which shook violently and spewed lava.

Absolute power. Unmatched.

Archino couldn't help being driven backward, his feet sinking deep into the magma and leaving tracks behind him.

Whitebeard also took three steps back. On the surface, he seemed to have the upper hand.

But in this environment, his Armament Haki was draining rapidly. If he couldn't defeat his opponent soon, he might be worn down to death!

His body was already in poor shape. If the fight dragged on, the consequences would