Have to Rely on You

The golden divine power was a scalding needle.

It stabbed in from his chest and spread to his limbs.

Luffy lay behind the ice rock, his cheek pressed against the shards of ice.

Chen Ye's Sun God Power flowed backward through his body.

The meridians torn open by Nika were being stitched together inch by inch.

Pain.

Lava poured into a dried riverbed, and his blood vessels spasmed between repair and scorching.

He suddenly coughed.

Congested blood surged from deep in his throat and smacked onto the ice, black with a purplish tinge.

Nika's overdrawn dead blood.

If he didn't cough it out, his life couldn't be reignited.

Luffy coughed seven or eight times in one breath.

With every cough, the golden light in his chest expanded another ring outward.

From his heart to his ribs.

From his ribs to both arms.

His fingers moved.

The little finger of his left hand curled once.

Then his ring and middle fingers, until his entire hand finally clenched around the hilt of the First Generation Divine Weapon.

His knuckles turned white.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged.

The recovered strength of his grip made the blade emit a low metallic groan against the ice.

Using the sword as support, Luffy's arm trembled violently as he forced his upper body a few inches off the ice.

The First Generation Divine Weapon responded.

A layer of extremely thin golden light covered the cracked patterns on the blade.

The remnants of Chen Ye's Apollo burned the golden liquid into the cracks, rejoining the blade that had nearly shattered.

White light seeped out from beneath the golden glow.

It was dimmer than before, but it was still there.

This power had limits.

The golden light repaired his meridians and rekindled the spark of