Okama King, Incapable of Rising Again!

Extreme Cold Hell, the cold wind raged.

Ivankov, who had transformed into her female form, leaped out from a secret cave entrance in Newkama Land.

But before she could land steadily on the ground of the dense forest outside.

Somewhere in the clearing within the forest floor, the white snow covering the ground suddenly softened.

The crystalline, fine snowflakes transformed into heavy, soft clay.

Splash—

White clay shot up towards the sky like a fountain.

Storm's figure was then revealed before Ivankov.

'Now's the time!'

Ivankov looked at Storm's position and blinked sharply.

"Death Blink!"

Taking advantage of the moment Storm had just revealed himself.

Ivankov unleashed a powerful blast of wind, striking his location at extreme speed.

The [Clay Fruit] was a Paramecia, after all, not a Logia.

Even if Penglai Storm had developed the [Clay Fruit] to the awakened level.

He couldn't possibly maintain himself in a "Clay State" at all times... right?

Under Ivankov's eager gaze.

The powerful blast of wind formed by "Death Blink" accurately hit Storm's body.

BOOM!

The explosion was deafening.

Storm's newly formed body exploded at that moment, blown into countless fragments.

Small pieces of white clay mixed with the shockwave, scattering onto the nearby ground.

"Did I get him!?"

Ivankov's expression was a mixture of surprise and joy.

But in the very next moment.

The ground where Storm's "fragments" fell underwent a change in properties under the influence of an invisible force.

In just a few breaths' time.

The entire forest floor was transformed and assimilated into clay by the [Clay Fruit]!

The trees that had stood in the forest for who knew how many years were also turned into clay at this moment.

Storm, unharmed, reappeared from his original spot.

He looked up at the Okama King in mid-air and manipulated the clay-transformed forest, launching a dense barrage of attacks towards the sky.

Clay Tree Sea!

Each clay-transformed tree was over ten meters long, and their main trunks were as thick as a person's embrace.

An innumerable number of clay-transformed trees gathered together, forming a tightly woven white net.

The immense visual pressure made it difficult to breathe.

Ivankov looked at the incoming "Clay Tree Sea" below and took a deep breath.

In the next moment, her body suddenly curled up, her hands tightly gripping her calves, shrinking herself into a "ball."

"Spinning Beauty!"

Ivankov, now a ball, began to spin rapidly in mid-air, like a giant top.

Crack! Crack!—

One clay tree after another slammed into Ivankov's body.

They were like white whips lashing at a spinning top.

The immense force did not slow down the "Ivankov Express Top's" rotation speed; instead, it became an assist for him to speed up.

Ivankov's rotation speed increased, causing the air around his body to spin along with him.

Eventually, this air converged around his body, even forming a spherical shield.

When the attack from the "Clay Tree Sea" ended.

Ivankov was still spinning continuously.

Storm below couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He raised his right hand and closed his five fingers.

The "clay trees" that had just rushed into the sky twisted according to his will.

One by one, the "clay trees" interlinked with each other, like threads on a spiderweb.

In the blink of an eye.

These clay trees formed a true net of heaven and earth!

"Spider's Nest!"

Storm manipulated the clay spiderweb, enveloping Ivankov like a net bag as he spun.

White clay continuously gathered and contracted inward, compressing Ivankov's space to move.

By the time Ivankov stopped spinning, the "Spider's Nest" had reached his body.

Above, below, left, right...

Ivankov, struggling against the dizziness in his mind, looked around, searching for an escape route.

But to her disappointment, she could only see clay.

Endless clay filled every corner of the space, leaving not a single gap.

Even a strong person like Ivankov couldn't help but feel a bit suffocated at this moment.

"Emporio Ivankov!"

Ivankov first gave himself a "shot."

The slender and beautiful female body instantly transformed into a muscular male physique.

The next moment.

Ivankov raised both hands, palms flat, forming knife hands.

"Newkama Kenpo #44, Beauty's Ultimate Secret Technique--"

His eyes instantly focused, and he frantically swung his arms, launching ultra-high-speed attacks at the nearest clay.

"Dream Impact Counter Punch!"

Puff! Puff! Puff--

Ivankov's knife hands repeatedly struck the clay in front of him, emitting a continuous series of dull thuds.

The clay itself was relatively soft.

Storm had also not infused any [Armament Haki] into the "Spider's Nest."

Therefore, each of Ivankov's knife hands could leave a huge pit in the "Spider's Nest."

Time continued to flow.

Ivankov, relying purely on his hand speed, honed over forty years of single life, blasted a path through the clay.

When the cold wind of Extreme Cold Hell blew against Ivankov's face.

He finally realized he had escaped the suffocating "clay spiderweb."

"Hoo... hoo..."

The series of counterattacks had consumed a large amount of Ivankov's stamina, causing him to gasp involuntarily.

But before Ivankov could even catch his breath.

A shadow cast from the sky completely enveloped him.

Ivankov looked up with difficulty, and the scene that met his eyes instantly made his mouth dry and his throat rough.

"I knew that after awakening, Devil Fruits could grant Devil Fruit Users immense environmental influence."

Cold sweat streamed down Ivankov's forehead.

"But still...

"This 'Dragon' is a bit too much, isn't it!?"

On the ground of Extreme Cold Hell.

A colossal White Dragon was lazily swishing its tail.

Its fine, silver-gray Dragon Scales, in the scattered light of the white snow, emitted a chilling aura that inspired awe and fear.

Ivankov knew that Vongola Storm had a Little White Dragon—he had seen the dragon through surveillance before.

But if the Okama King remembered correctly.

Storm's Little White Dragon before was only the size of an ordinary cat, and could even perch on a human's shoulder.

But who could tell Ivankov.

Where did this primordial beast, at least several hundred meters long, now lying on the ground, come from?!

As Ivankov stood there stunned.

The White Dragon raised a dragon claw and gently pressed it onto the surrounding ground.

The clay-like earth seemed unable to withstand the pressure of this immense power, and it exploded with a "boom."

Endless clay shot up into the sky, instantly erecting a towering "Wall of Sighs" within Extreme Cold Hell.

Ivankov stared at the seemingly boundless wall of clay before him, his eyes widening in fury.

He hastily shoved his hands into his massive face, unleashing the power of the [Hormone-Hormone Fruit].

"Emporio·Face Grow Hormone!"

"Emporio·Excitement Hormone!"

In just a short moment.

Ivankov unleashed two different forms of special hormones.

His already larger-than-normal "giant face" grew several times larger under the effect of the "Face Grow Hormone."

As the "Excitement Hormone" continued to be injected, Ivankov's gigantic cheeks instantly flushed red.

"Face Afterimage!"

Ivankov moved at high speed, leaving behind blurry afterimages of his flushed face in his original position.

And all these actions were preparations for his next move—

"Galaxy·WINK!"

Ivankov blinked rapidly, furiously winking his eyes every time he moved to a new position.

The "Face Afterimages" unleashed an incredibly powerful explosive wave together.

These explosive waves mixed together, bombarding the approaching "Wall of Sighs"!

RUMBLE—

Continuous explosions echoed through the sky.

Ivankov's "Galaxy Wink" left one deep crater after another on the clay wall.

Each of these craters was nearly ten meters in diameter.

But for this colossal wall that reached the heavens.

The damage Ivankov caused was truly insignificant!

With Storm's unlimited enhancement.

The damage Ivankov inflicted couldn't even keep up with the clay wall's self-repair!

In the Okama King's despairing eyes.

The clay wall surged forward like a tsunami.

This "clay tidal wave" merely splashed a bit of spray.

Ivankov was directly knocked down, crashing heavily onto the ground of Extreme Cold Hell.

The clay, like a massive mountain, then pressed down on the Okama King's body, completely submerging him in darkness.

The Okama King, Emporio Ivankov, could not rise again!

After all the sounds of battle ceased.

A new trophy, seemingly crafted from crystal-clear diamonds, appeared before Storm's eyes.

[Diamond Trophy: Emporio Ivankov]

[Trophy Star Rating: ★★★★★★]

A six-star, Diamond Trophy!

"The legendary miracle man, the commander of the Revolutionary Army's Grand Line Army, only rated six stars?"

Storm felt somewhat surprised, yet he also found the rating to be within reason.

Thinking about it carefully, Ivankov's combat ability wasn't actually that strong.

In the battle just now, he hadn't even displayed any [Haki] power...

"A Diamond Trophy is not bad either!"

Storm deactivated the effects of the [Clay Fruit] ability, restoring Extreme Cold Hell to its original state.

"Awakened power, digested!"