Battle Kizaru Again

"Gee~ You really don't give me any face, do you? That hit was more than twice as heavy as it was back in Golden City."

Kizaru knelt on one knee atop the scorched alloy ground, his right arm wrapped in dense Armament Haki trembling uncontrollably. He slowly rose to his feet and brushed the volcanic ash from his Justice coat. Behind his sunglasses, the usual flippant laziness in his eyes had completely turned grave.

He understood all too well that the Rain before him was no longer the young upstart he could toy with through speed. He was a monster of Extreme Pressure, one capable of tearing apart a Four Emperor through sheer brute force.

Trying to clash with him head-on in terms of strength was something only an idiot would do.

Whoosh—!!

In the next ten-thousandth of a second, Kizaru's figure abruptly vanished. He pushed the speed of the Glint-Glint Fruit to its utmost limit, transforming into countless golden beams interweaving through the sky above the ruins. The refraction of light, the displacement of light, the afterimages of light—they completely filled the sky for thousands of meters around.

Piercing explosions rang out from every direction at once, speed that nearly surpassed the limits of human thought. So long as Rain revealed even the slightest opening, the deadly Ama no Murakumo Sword would instantly pierce his skull.

Facing this virtually unsolvable light-speed encirclement, Rain, standing at the center of the earth, merely snorted. A calm, icy glint flashed through his dark gray vertical pupils.

"Borsalino, the same move won't work against me a third time."

Rain abruptly spread his hands, his five fingers curling around empty space. The awakened essence of the Rock-Rock Fruit within him, accompanied by wildly surging black lightning of Conqueror's Haki, viciously plunged into the deepest