Above the harbor.
Ze Yi stood on floating rubble, slowly spreading his hands.
Broken ship beams, massive black rocks, and anchor wreckage rose into the air under the pull of the Float-Float Fruit, circling around him layer upon layer.
From afar, the entire sky looked as though it had been forcibly pieced together into a shattered battlefield.
For that instant, he truly carried a hint of Golden Lion's overwhelming presence.
Ze Yi knew his advantage well. As long as he held the high ground, he could continuously bombard the Whitebeard line with falling rocks, shipwrecks, and iron anchors.
"Whoosh—!"
Blue Flames flashed.
Marco had already transformed into a Phoenix. With a light beat of his wings, he vanished from where he stood.
He was too fast—so fast that the rubble Ze Yi controlled could not even keep up with his figure.
The next instant, Marco appeared behind Ze Yi, his flaming foot sweeping toward him.
"Too slow!"
"Boom!"
The Blue Flames spinning kick blasted directly into Ze Yi's waist and back.
Ze Yi's pupils shrank sharply. In his haste, he drew several huge boulders behind him as shields.
But Marco twisted through the air and easily slipped around the blind spot in his defense. His Blue Flames wings skimmed past the edges of the rubble as he viciously kicked Ze Yi in the torso.
"Bang!"
Ze Yi's chest tightened, and he fell straight from the sky like a kite with a severed string.
The wind howled in his ears, while the harbor in his vision rapidly grew larger.
Marco circled at the edge of the clouds, his Blue Flames wings slowly spreading.
His voice remained calm, but it carried an immensely oppressive force.
"Kid, your ability is pretty good."
"But aerial combat isn't something you can handle just because you