Akainu Sakazuki stood on the ice, the magma on his body surging wildly with his anger and hissing. "That damned monster actually dropped his defenses to clash head-on with Whitebeard. Fleet Admiral Sengoku, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Let me finish them both!"
Kuzan sighed beside him, the chill radiating from his body easing slightly. "Sakazuki, don't be rash. If you go over now, that power will tear you apart too. Look at the space around them. It's already starting to warp under Whitebeard's tremors."
Kizaru Borsalino also dropped his flippant expression, his eyes full of apprehension. "Yes, frightening as monsters, aren't they? I have no desire to go over there and die. If a collision of that caliber so much as grazed me, I'd really have to retire."
Akainu snapped, "Are we supposed to just watch them fight here without restraint?! Where is the Navy's dignity?!"
Aokiji said calmly, "Calm down, Sakazuki. Lorne's body may be tough, but Whitebeard's tremors can damage internal organs directly. Without that layer of lightning protecting him, his organs won't last long. We can wait until Whitebeard seriously wounds him before we act."
Kizaru gave a strange laugh. "Oh my, let's hope so. But why do I feel that young Lorne's vitality isn't weakening at all, but growing stronger instead? What a headache."
Whitebeard stepped forward, gripping Murakumogiri with both hands, and swung hard. A huge white sphere of tremor energy gathered on the blade, and countless black, web-like Spatial Rifts appeared in the air wherever it passed.
Lorne neither dodged nor retreated. He clenched his right fist, black-and-red Conqueror's Haki coiling wildly around it. Without using any Divine Dragon Lightning, he punched straight into the attack.
Boom!
His fist collided with Murakumogiri in midair, unleashing a deafening roar. Violent shock waves spread outward,