One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

The two sprang up simultaneously, transforming into two shooting stars, one black and one white, and collided with a deliberate intent to destroy everything!

Their fists met, and time seemed to freeze once again.

Only at that intersection, the space visibly twists and dents, emitting a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, as if it could not bear the weight!

The next second—

Boom!

An explosion several times more powerful than the previous punching match occurred!

The terrifying shockwave exploded in a spherical shape in all directions, not only plunging the ground but also completely expelling the air, creating a brief vacuum zone!

The crater instantly expanded to nearly double its size, and deeper cracks spread outwards like a spider web!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure was sent flying backwards like a tattered sack.

It crashed violently into the distant cliff face, embedding itself several meters deep, with rubble falling down in a shower.

It's Zefa!

He was embedded in the rock face with his arms hanging down, especially his right arm, which was unnaturally bent and clearly broken!

Blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his suit was tattered, revealing his muscular body covered in bruises.

In the center of the crater, Barrett knelt on one knee, breathing heavily; his arms were also torn and bleeding.

Blood was everywhere, and you could even see the white bone fragments. There was also a clear fist mark on his chest.

But he still forced himself to stand up, looked at Zefa embedded in the wall in the distance, and grinned.

He revealed his bloodstained teeth and let out a hoarse but joyful laugh:

"Haha...cough cough...Zeffa! Your black wrists...are powerful! But my bones...are even harder!"

The horrific wounds on his arms were healing slowly,

But it moved with unwavering speed, and the flesh seemed to be growing and healing on its own!

Seeing this, all the naval personnel who were paying attention to the battle here,

Even Kizaru and Aokiji, who were engaged in fierce combat, felt a shadow fall over their hearts.

Barrett... this monster, has his physical body and regenerative abilities reached such an inhuman level?

Even Master Zefa's ultimate techniques couldn't completely defeat him?!

Zephyr coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and looked at Barrett, who was slowly standing up. Although his momentum had declined, his fighting spirit was still boiling. His eyes were filled with disbelief and a trace of bitterness.

Struggling, he used his unbroken left arm to brace himself against the rock wall, pulled himself out of the crater, and landed back on the ground, his body somewhat unsteady.

"monster……"

Zephyr was panting, staring intently at Barrett.

"What on earth did that kid Roy do to you?!"

Barrett didn't answer, but clenched his still-under-repair fists and walked step by step toward Zeffa, a sinister smile on his face.

"Old man Zefa, your warm-up is over..."

Now, it's time to get serious.

"Your life is mine!"

The clash of martial arts masters is about to enter an even more brutal and decisive stage!

Barrett's terrifying physical combat power, surpassing that of an admiral, has already sent chills down the spines of the Navy.

The southeast corner of the battlefield is completely different from the savage and violent style of Barrett and Zephyr.

This is the absolute realm of speed and precision, the ultimate dance of light and sword.

Kizaru Borsalino, a Logia-type Devil Fruit user known as the "Light Speed ​​Man," possesses attack and movement speeds that are among the world's best.

His opponent, Dracule Mihawk, is the world's most recognized swordsman, whose swordsmanship has reached perfection and whose Observation Haki is unparalleled.

The battle between the two, though seemingly devoid of earth-shattering clashes, was extremely dangerous.

"The Eight-Foot Jade Curved Jewel".

Kizaru hovered in mid-air, his arms outstretched, and countless dazzling light bullets poured down like a torrential rain, covering an area of ​​several hundred meters around Hawkeye.

Each light projectile contains terrifyingly high temperatures and penetrating power, enough to easily pierce through steel warships.

Faced with this indiscriminate saturation attack, Hawkeye didn't even fully draw his Black Blade Night.

He simply held the knife, his figure moving leisurely through the rain of light.

Despite their seemingly slow pace, they always managed to step precisely into the gaps between the light projectiles, or by the slightest difference, sidestep or tilt their head to avoid the deadly glare.

Only when it was truly unavoidable would he lightly tap or deflect the attack with his sheathed black sword, Yoru.

The energy blasts, which were enough to seriously injure a lieutenant general, were easily deflected, exploding into charred craters on the ground or cliff face not far away.

His movements were concise, efficient, and without any unnecessary actions, as if he had already foreseen the trajectory of all the light bullets.

"Oh my gosh~ Has your Observation Haki reached the level of foreseeing the future? How terrifying~"

Despite saying it was terrifying, Kizaru didn't stop moving. His body suddenly turned into a golden light and disappeared in an instant.

The next second, he appeared behind Hawkeye, his right leg raised high, transforming into a dazzling golden blade of light—"Light Speed ​​Kick!"

However, Hawkeye seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; the moment Kizaru disappeared, he had already slightly turned to the side.

Just as the lightning-fast kick was about to hit him, he had just finished turning around.

Black Blade Night's scabbard had already risen up, precisely blocking the path of the light-speed kick!

clang--!!!

A piercing clang of metal rang out!

A dazzling spark erupted where the light collided with the scabbard!

The ground beneath Hawkeye's feet shattered inch by inch, but his body remained as steady as a rock, not retreating even half a step!

On the contrary, Kizaru felt as if his light-speed kick had struck an ancient mountain.

The recoil caused his elemental legs to become disorganized, forcing him to drift backward.

"Just a scabbard?!"

Kizaru's eyes narrowed slightly.

Although his kick wasn't imbued with the strongest Armament Haki, the power of the light-speed kick itself was enough to severely injure most powerful individuals, yet it was easily blocked by the opponent using a scabbard.

"Speed ​​is acceptable, but power is insufficient."

Hawkeye gave a nonchalant assessment, and finally, he gripped the hilt of Black Blade Night with his right hand.

"If this is all you've got, then this battle can end here."

"The end? It's far from over~"

Kizaru's body transformed into elemental form once more, dispersing into countless particles of light, and his languid voice echoed from all directions.

"The Kusanagi Sword".

Golden light particles rapidly condensed and stretched in his hand, forming a longsword made entirely of light!

Kizaru gripped his sword with both hands, his expression finally becoming somewhat serious.

"It's better to retaliate with a sword when facing an opponent who uses one."

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished again!

This time, instead of rushing forward in a straight line, they will move using the speed of light.

Leaving countless golden afterimages in the air and on the ground, from various tricky angles, wielding the Kusanagi Sword, he thrust towards Hawkeye!

In an instant, Hawkeye seemed to be surrounded by countless golden sword lights, each one real and true, carrying the speed and heat of light!

Faced with this dazzling, high-speed sword strike, Hawkeye finally made a move.

Black Blade Night, unsheathed!

There was no earth-shattering clang of the blade, only a soft but clear "clang".

But the instant the blade left its sheath, a chilling sword intent, capable of severing everything, surged into the sky.

It seemed to freeze the chaotic light and shadow around us for a moment!

Hawkeye wields the knife with one hand, his movements still simple and concise.

He simply stood still, his wrist twitching slightly, and the Black Blade Night transformed into streaks of black light, meeting the golden sword light that filled the sky.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! ...