"This finger is your funeral."
When Yas's final, emotionless verdict, laden with absolute judgment, echoed through Rocks's nearly spent soul like the first decree at the dawn of creation-
Time seemed to stretch infinitely at that moment.
Space became motionless amber.
Between those two figures, one black and one azure, everything in that shattered vacuum, twisted by two ultimate powers, lost all meaning.
Only the relentlessly advancing fist remained.
And the relentlessly advancing finger.
Rocks's-Rocks's "Fist of Finality," burning with his life, soul, Haki, and darkness, carried the terrifying will to drag everything into nothingness as it hurtled toward Yas's heart like a black sun surging against the current.
He no longer cared whether he could obtain this body.
His only thought now was to drag the god before him, who had brought him endless humiliation, into hell with him before he vanished completely!
Opposite him, Yas's raised, seemingly unremarkable index finger finally moved.
There was no earth-shattering spectacle.
There was no world-destroying energy.
It simply, casually, thrust forward.
One-Finger Nukite.
Just like that, it thrust toward the "black sun" powerful enough to destroy the world.
To Garp and Roger, watching from afar, the scene looked utterly absurd and incongruous.
On one side was the Demon God's final strike, burning everything, staking everything, powerful enough to destroy the world along with him!
On the other was nothing but a lightly extended finger.
It was like using an embroidery needle to stop a meteor capable of shattering a continent.
"Dodge, Yas! You bastard! Don't take it head-on!" Garp's voice cracked in a desperate roar!
To him, Yas's actions were no different from suicide!
The power of Rocks's punch had completely surpassed every previous attack! It was a true suicidal strike, paid for with his life!
Even Yas's bizarre armor could never