Clash of the Two Gods

The bony fins exploded.

Pitch-black energy poured from every gap between them.

Not a ray.

Not a beam.

A wave.

Darkness spread from Leviathan's back in concentric ripples.

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Ring after ring.

As though a boulder large enough to swallow the world had been dropped into solidified air.

The ripples pressed outward in both directions.

Chen Ye stood on the left.

Luffy stood on the right.

There was no primary target.

Imu had abandoned the precise hunt.

He traded precision for certainty.

When the ripples rolled through, Chen Ye would have to block them. So would Luffy.

Chen Ye could.

Luffy couldn't.

That was the calculation.

Chen Ye made his decision in half a heartbeat.

He raised his right hand, and Apollo's golden flames poured from his palm.

He didn't shape them into a fist or spear.

He spread them wide.

The crimson-gold flames flattened into an arc, forming a red-hot dome that covered the entire area behind the ice-covered rock where Luffy stood.

The ripples struck the dome of golden flame.

A piercing hiss rose from the point of contact. Darkness evaporated in the heat, while the flames thinned as they were devoured.

Chen Ye didn't pour in more power.

The dome only needed to withstand the first peak.

His attention was already elsewhere.

His colossal black-and-gold body moved.

The hundred-meter-tall divine form charged, stamping spiderweb cracks across the ice beneath his feet.

Chen Ye didn't circle around or seek an opening on the flank.

He chose the most direct approach.

Head-on.

The darkness of Erebus surged from his right arm and formed a pitch-black wedge shield, which he drove into the center of the oncoming ripples.

Not to block them.

To cut them.

Darkness cut through darkness.

The kindred forces