High in the sky, ten thousand meters above the ground, two figures faced each other.
Though they had only exchanged a few blows, Dawn had already gained a rough understanding of some of his opponent's abilities.
He did not know what Fruit Imu had eaten, but its development was terrifying, as though whatever he said became law.
"Do you understand now? The gap between you and me is the gap between an ant and a god."
Imu casually spoke and erased the terrifying attack. His expression did not change in the slightest, as if he had merely brushed dust from his clothes. "If you slit your own throat now, I can leave your corpse intact."
"Some people sit in the heavens for so long that their brains stop working, and they really start believing they're gods."
As he spoke, Calamity God transformed into crimson armor that wrapped around Dawn. He looked at Imu and laughed arrogantly. "Then let me help clear your head."
"Ant, I am a god!"
Imu's expression darkened, but before he could say anything else, Dawn had already charged forward.
Armament Haki flowed through his body like ocean currents, ceaselessly surging over his fists. With every breath, his body operated like a precision machine, gathering all its strength before unleashing it in the purest, simplest burst of power.
At the same time, violent winds and Flame Jet blasted from behind his arms, adding explosive impact and thrust to his strength.
Driven by that immense force, his steel-like arms became afterimages as his fists shot forth with savage power.
One punch, three punches, six punches—the afterimage-covered fists were like great spears capable of piercing all things, howling as they struck at the enemy before him in layer upon layer.
Fists were humanity's most primitive means of attack, yet