"Rumble~~~"
The wooden fists kept pounding, slamming into the ice one after another, each blow gouging deeper cracks into the shattered surface.
Dull booms erupted across the sea in succession, like a piece of metal being hammered over and over, until all movement beneath the ice had ceased.
Ron stood on the forehead of the Thousand-Armed Buddha, looking down at the area shrouded in freezing mist, then slowly withdrew his attack.
The mist was thick, limiting visibility to a very short distance, and his Malice Perception detected no lingering hostility either.
He stood like that for over a minute. Once he confirmed there was no movement, the Thousand-Armed Buddha began dissolving into white mist from its edges, its enormous outline gradually fading into the air.
Ron landed back on the ice, his feet making faint crunching sounds against its shattered surface.
Then he walked toward the crater in the ice at an unhurried pace.
Whether they were dead or barely clinging to life, Ron would give them the full service: kill anyone still alive, cremate the dead on the spot, and bury the cremated remains right there.
Aboard the Marine warship.
"Is... is it over?" Aboard the Marine warship, Tsuru stared ahead in disbelief, but there was nothing but white mist before her. She could see nothing.
But... judging by the situation just now, Ron had held the upper hand.
"Roger and Rayleigh lost? Ron beat both of them in such a short time?" Tsuru murmured to herself.
Then, rather than continuing to stand at the stern in a daze, she hurried into the cabin, picked up the Den Den Mushi on the table, and dialed.
The other end answered quickly.
"Hello, Garp here." Garp's tone carried a restrained seriousness that was rare for him.
"It's me, Tsuru." Tsuru