A towering pillar of magma twisted as it surged toward the heavens.
High in the sky, two figures were locked in a savage exchange of blows.
Yes, for these two, the battle could only be described as a mutual beating.
It was as though they had discarded every combat skill and forgotten every technique, resorting to the most brutal, savage, and direct means of attack.
They swung their fists at each other's vital points, roaring with fury as they unleashed their fiercest attacks.
Bam!
A Magma Fist struck River in the chest, immediately burning a cavity into it. Fortunately, it was not deep enough, but his violently beating heart was already visible.
That punch could have been fatal. Anyone else would already have been at death's door.
Yet River's expression did not change at all. His body paused for only a moment before he swung again. Along the edges of the cavity in his chest, blood-red threads shot out and intertwined, forming flesh, cells, and skin to fill the hole and restore his body.
The next second-
Boom!
His fist slammed into his opponent's head. With a crack, Akainu's skull shattered, sending white matter flying.
Blood spilled out immediately afterward.
Glug, glug!
Magma followed close behind, covering his head and suppressing the fatal injury. Akainu roared again and again.
It hurt! It hurt too much!
He was not River, nor did he possess battle aura. He could not shut out this bone-deep agony.
At that moment, madness drowned out all reason. He had to swing his fists, had to give everything he had to kill the hateful man before him.
Bam, bam, bam, bam!
Their punches were almost traded blow for blow now. One struck, then the other struck back, and wounds kept appearing on their bodies.
A short while