One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

Standing at the edge of the crack, Luo Xia was struck head-on by the enormous pillar of lightning that resembled an inverted waterfall, his entire body engulfed by the raging thunder.

"Hmph, Rorschach, you little brat, I'd like to see how a bloodthirsty bastard like you can overcome your destructive urges. Let me see if this world gains another powerful creature or gives birth to a demon!"

Opposite Rorschach, the white-bearded man, who had been panting for a few seconds while clutching his chest, moved again.

He held nothing back. The Murakumogiri, emanating terrifying shockwaves, was used to brutally crush Rorschach's body the instant the giant lightning pillar engulfed him.

"Hey!"

Like the sound of tough leather being torn apart, followed by the resounding clang of steel colliding.

Rorschach's massive body, engulfed by lightning, was sent flying backward with a thud, carving a trench several meters wide and several hundred meters long into the undulating earth behind him.

His chest, which had just healed, was once again ravaged by Whitebeard's ferocious slashes, leaving new wounds. The blood, mixed with arcs of electricity, exuded an unusual beauty, like blood-red gems, gushing out of the wounds.

What was shocking was that when the blood dripped from Luo Xia's body onto the ground, it made a dull thud like a heavy object hitting the ground, as if it weighed a ton, and even created small craters in the ground.

Rorschach, whose head was spinning and on the verge of bursting from the immense will that had suddenly appeared in his mind, finally regained a sliver of clarity after being slashed by Whitebeard. The intense pain surging through his body brought him back to his senses.

"boom!"

A tall figure shrouded in white steam appeared in the billowing smoke sky, wielding a massive naginata, and shot towards Rorschach like a meteorite.

"Roar!"

Luo Xia opened his mouth and let out a huge, beast-like roar from deep in his throat. Without summoning the Heavenly Dragon Halberd, he simply rose from the deep pit, clenched his giant fist full of black bone spurs, and slammed it towards the Murakumogiri that the white-bearded man was about to thrust.

"bass!"

The black, shimmering blade of the Murakumogiri sword sliced ​​into the skin of Rorschach's fist, sending sparks flying from his knuckles.

Amidst a sharp, piercing explosion, Rorschach spread his left hand, his muscular hand instantly transforming into a black Qilin claw, tearing out five crescent-shaped wind blades from the air in front of him, which slashed towards Whitebeard's face.

Whitebeard neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the sharp wind blades to slash his bare chest, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds. As the blood splattered, a shockwave surged from his right foot, and he stomped down, landing on Rorschach's head.

"boom!"

The atmosphere in the sky cracked open with countless spiderweb-like fissures, then exploded with a deafening roar.

A massive shockwave tore through the deep blue, imposing armor covering Rorschach's body and poured into it from the top of his head.

"Cough!"

Rorschach opened his mouth full of fangs and coughed up a large clump of blood mixed with arcs of electricity, then crashed down from the sky, blood gushing from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

His massive body, like a meteorite, was slammed into the ground of Marineford by Whitebeard, creating a crater more than ten meters deep.

Whitebeard landed immediately after him, his tall body completely stained crimson with blood. Ignoring it, he raised his right arm high again, bent his elbow and lowered his shoulder, his right fist vibrating with a booming sound. He then punched Rorschach, who was lying in the pit clutching his head and roaring.

"You brat! Go to the underworld and be buried with Ace!"

"earthquake!"

"It's not me who's going to die, Whitebeard!"

Rorschach, lying in the deep pit, suddenly opened his blood-red eyes. Seeing Whitebeard's right fist descending with a destructive aura, he ferociously straightened his upper body and used his head to smash into Whitebeard's fist.

"boom!"

With a short, deafening roar, Rorschach's raised head was struck by Whitebeard's slamming right fist, shattering the thorn crown made of fiery red dragon horns on his head. His entire head was pressed down by Whitebeard's fist, which slammed into the ground of Marineford.

"Click-clack-click-clack!"

Rorschach's body was propelled and crushed by the violent impact, smashing through layers of earth beneath him, and sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of Marineford.

Thick cracks spread wildly outwards from where the white-bearded man's fist had landed.

If viewed from a thousand meters above, one would see that, under Whitebeard's attack, the entire island of Marineford shattered into dozens of fan-shaped pieces, like a round piece of glass that had been dropped to the ground.

At the very center of the shattered earth lies a massive depression, resembling a meteorite crater.

Within the depression, the soil and rocks were all shaken into powder.

Whitebeard remained in the position of throwing a punch, standing on the edge of the bottomless pit, breathing heavily.

The steam emanating from his body was already as red as blood mist.

The white-bearded man tilted his head back and suddenly reached out and ripped off the charred turban on his head.

His long, golden curly hair suddenly cascaded down, draping over his shoulders and the back of his head.

Whitebeard stared blankly at the sky above, his vision filled with rainbow-like halos.

Is it over yet?

An endless fatigue began to seep out from every corner of my body.

He felt as if his body was a dilapidated ship with all its parts rotten and worn out, on the verge of disintegrating while sailing at high speed.

It is said that people feel fear when death is imminent.

But this emotion was not present on Whitebeard's face.

His dazed eyes held only longing, reluctance, guilt, and a hint of relief.

"What a long journey..."

Countless memories flooded his mind like a tide, leaving Whitebeard with mixed feelings.

He snapped out of his daze, looked down at the bottomless pit beneath him, shook his head, and sighed.

"Gurararara, you really have a tenacious life force. Even this can't kill you, Rorschach brat."

At the bottom of an unknown pit, Luo Xia lay amidst the loose mud and rubble, his eyes, once filled with scarlet killing intent, now clear.

The new scales that had just grown on his body cracked and broke off in large areas again.

His skin, muscles, and internal organs all suffered severe tears and damage.

His face and body were covered in blood.

But from Rorschach's open mouth, full of fangs, came a low laugh.

As if responding to Whitebeard's remark above, Rorschach smiled and said softly, "Yes, I have to thank you for this, Whitebeard. Without your punch, I would have been in a real predicament."

He coughed twice, slowly pushing himself up from the soft, loose soil beneath him. He stretched out his two heavy, massive arms, pressed down on his dislocated spine, and forcefully twisted it.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, Luo Xia's drooping neck returned to its original position.

He twisted his neck, which was covered in thick tendons, and muttered a complaint.

"Who knows what that damned will was all about?"

"A demon? A Qilin?"

Rorschach shook his head.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. In short, he's no good, he has no rationality at all, and there's no way to communicate with him.

That suddenly appearing, enormous will seemed to be there simply to annoy Rorschach.

At first, Luo Xia thought that the emerging will wanted to possess his body.

But he later discovered that the other person was simply stuffing a bunch of negative emotions into his head.

Slaughter, devouring, hunger, enslavement, rage, trampling.

If Rorschach can't hold on, he might really lose his mind and become an idiot like the Jailer Beast.

Fortunately, his will was strong enough that he managed to withstand the erosion of his will.

However, although he withstood the erosion on a spiritual level, this newfound will still existed in Rorschach's mind.

Although it wasn't completely merged with his soul, since they shared the same body, Rorschach couldn't expel it from his body.

If this continues, with his mind constantly being eroded by this will, Luo Xia's sanity might be affected at any time.

So he summoned the thunder of nature, attempting to use the invisible lightning to crush the immense will in his mind.

However, it was unsuccessful.

Later, Rorschach astutely discovered that the impact of Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit ability could shake his mental state, and in impacting his mind, it also impacted that enormous will.

Therefore, Rorschach finally decided to take the risk and face Whitebeard's trembling fist with his head.

Although the process was extremely dangerous and caused great damage to the body, the outcome was fortunately good.

Under the combined onslaught of the two incredibly powerful forces of lightning and vibration, the immense will that had emerged from Luo Xia's body was completely shattered.

The shattered will did not disappear, but instead became spiritual nourishment for Rorschach, merging into his soul. This made Rorschach feel that his spirit had become incredibly vigorous, and even his Conqueror's Haki and Observation Haki seemed to have been greatly enhanced.

To Luo Xia's surprise, as the will within him was integrated with his own, the black flame clouds that kept surging from his body gradually faded, but did not disappear. Instead, they transformed back into blood-red flame clouds, formed by wisps of lightning.

In his awakened state, his body was larger than before, with some ferocious bone spurs growing out of it, and blood clouds swirling around his body, making him look like a real demon.

Chapter 676 Whitebeard's aura vanished.

"Whitebeard, are you going to die?"

When Rorschach flew out from the bottom of the pit, he saw Whitebeard, still standing on the edge of the pit, gripping Murakumogiri tightly.

Whitebeard looks to be in very poor condition right now.

The left half of his face was torn off by Akainu, and the wound was scorched by lava.

Shoulders, chest, abdomen—everywhere there were huge, deep wounds that exposed bone.

The blood kept congealing and flowing out, staining his tall body a dark red, and his whole body exuded a strong smell of blood.

The overwhelming aura emanating from him had also weakened considerably.

His life force was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

He stood there quietly, looking towards the inner bay in the direction Marco and the others had gone.

Upon hearing Rorschach's voice, Whitebeard snapped out of his daze and slowly turned to look at Rorschach.

"Boy, you've got some nerve, actually using my strength to quickly escape the harassment of that immense desire? Aren't you afraid of being beaten into an idiot by me?"

"Desire? Are you talking about the will that appears when the fruit awakens?" Luo Xia raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Pretty much. Isn't it said that Devil Fruits were created because of human desires? To completely obtain the product of these desires and reap the fruit, one must naturally overcome the desire itself. Win and become a god, lose and become a demon, cough cough, that's roughly the idea."

Whitebeard coughed twice, spitting out dark red blood and fragments of internal organs. His chest heaved, and the anger in his eyes as he looked at Rorschach suddenly disappeared, replaced by a hint of appreciation.