As Ron's voice fell, he twisted slightly in midair. His fist, coated in Conqueror's Haki and wreathed in surging dark-red arcs of lightning, came crashing down at Roger on the ground, smashing straight into his forehead.
Boom!
Roger's head was flattened in that instant, his entire skull caving inward.
The violent shock waves spread across the ice. Wherever the edge of that force reached, the ice shattered, sending enormous chunks flying.
The enormous, deep crater in the ice was practically leveled into a plain in those few short seconds.
Ron withdrew his fist.
Then Roger's flattened head swelled as though an invisible hand were pushing it open from within.
With a muffled pop, Roger's head returned to normal.
A mouthful of blood immediately sprayed from his mouth.
The white vapor that had briefly subsided began pouring from his mouth again, wisp after wisp.
The Drums of Liberation sounded again.
"Hm?"
Ron paused, then the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
His fists, coated in Conqueror's Haki, slammed into Roger's forehead one after another.
Roger's head flattened and returned to normal, only to be flattened again.
Finally, Ron drew back his fist to gather strength and delivered a punch even more powerful than the last. It flattened Roger's head and drove it even deeper into the ice, stretching his neck out like a rubber band pulled to its limit.
At that moment, the once-hard ice suddenly softened. The compressed ice bounced like rubber, flinging Roger's entire body into the air.
Ron instantly leaped up as well, putting some distance between himself and Roger.
When Ron landed on the ice farther away, he saw that he could not interrupt the transformation and simply stopped rushing to attack.
"Hahaha!"
Roger lay on the ice, his body bouncing up and falling down, falling down