Guernica's expression was grim as he nimbly shifted positions in midair, each stomp of his toes triggering an explosive crack in the air. His sharp gaze locked onto the figure ahead, who was also using the Six Powers.
"Rob Lucci,"
Guernica's voice was icy, carrying undisguised accusation and a trace of disbelief.
"Is this why you chose to follow that man and betray the World Government? But with just this much... you can't protect your foolish choice!"
Across from him, Lucci's black suit was slightly torn, but his eyes were calmer than ever, even carrying a barely noticeable hint of fervor. He panted lightly, yet a faint smile curved across his lips.
"Commander Guernica, this is the last time I'll address you that way."
Lucci's voice was low and resolute.
"That guy... is far more than that. Your vision is still the same as before, confined to the boundaries drawn by the government."
He raised a hand, bringing his five fingers together.
"Words are useless. Come on, let's continue our slaughter!"
"Shigan: Madara!"
Lucci's figure suddenly blurred, turning into countless black afterimages of Shigan that shot toward Guernica like a violent storm.
"Still refusing to see reason!"
Guernica let out a low shout and used Shigan as well, precisely meeting every attack.
Their figures moved at high speed through the air, crossing, separating, and colliding again. The airbursts produced by Geppo blended into a continuous roar, like a cruel accompaniment to the brutal battlefield below.
On the battlefield below.
Unlike the Six Powers clash in the air, whose destructive force was limited, the ground had already become a field of ruins.
Massive craters, torn earth, scattered gravel, shattered shadow fragments... all spoke of the previous battle's savagery.
At the center of the battlefield stood a tall figure, unmoving as a