Rocks's eyes were bloodshot, his sanity lost—hatred consumed him!
His mind eroded by fury, the trembling earth and quaking mountains had little effect on these top-tier powerhouses.
A torrent of overwhelming Conqueror's Haki erupted from his body, swirling around him.
He charged toward the crowd.
In that moment, not a single person could block even one strike from Rocks.
In an instant, Rocks flashed in front of Roger.
He swung his blade down.
Roger met it with his own strike. The clash of top-tier Conqueror's Haki shattered everything around them, and the ground split open.
After only a few breaths, a blinding white light flashed.
With a sudden explosion, both men were sent flying before they could even hit the ground.
Midair, Rocks turned, eyes crimson, facing the newcomer.
He saw Garp, both arms coated in Armament Haki, a faint black aura swirling on the outside.
Garp pulled his right arm back.
He threw a punch straight at the approaching Rocks.
The sound of metal clashing echoed—the blow struck, but Rocks didn't dodge. He let Garp's iron fist smash into him.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
The pain only intensified Rocks's ferocity. He roared madly.
His left hand seized Garp's right arm, and his right hand raised his blade, black-purple energy coursing along it.
He swung hard at the captured Garp.
A nearly tangible slash of black-purple sword energy bore down on Garp.
The two plummeted faster, slamming into the ground and leaving a massive crater.
An endless wave of sword aura surged from the pit.
It shot straight into the sky!
Cracks radiated outward from their impact point.
Black-purple sword aura then burst out from the fissures.
A massive crater over a kilometer wide formed.
Their angry roars echoed from the center of the pit.
A raging gale exploded from their bodies.
It blew away the swirling dust, revealing the two figures.
Garp's eyes blazed with fury. His left hand, covered in Armament Haki, gripped the blade tightly.
Rocks's eyes remained crimson, his sword pressing hard against Garp's neck.
They roared, locked in a power struggle.
Two figures flashed to Rocks's sides, one left, one right.
Their arms wrapped in Conqueror's Haki, their punches distorted the very air.
Together, they struck at Rocks's head.
Rocks's hair stood on end—the instinct between life and death briefly restored a sliver of clarity.
He let go of Garp and stomped the ground, vanishing on the spot.
Empty-handed, Kong and the burly Elder's fists collided—exploding on impact.
Rocks, dodging the deadly blow by a hair, was met with another slash.
He caught the incoming blade with his left hand, coated in Armament Haki.
Ignoring the bleeding gash across his palm, he twisted his torso slightly to the right.
A flash of endless hatred flickered in his eyes as he slashed behind him—nothing infuriated him more than betrayal by his own people.
Roger said nothing as he swung his sword. Rocks, full of seething hatred, slashed back.
The instant their blades met—
The thought crossed Roger's mind.
Rocks's pupils shrank to the extreme. Impossible!!!
But there was no time to think—death loomed close.
His instincts screamed in alarm. He twisted his body violently to avoid a lethal strike.
Still, half his torso was slashed open, the wound deep to the bone.
Even then, his body's sense of danger didn't lessen in the slightest.
A faint whoosh split the air.
Rocks twisted his body upward again, barely gaining elevation.
The Elder holding his captured sword, at the very moment Roger's blade struck—
With his left hand, he raised his index and middle fingers like a sword, wrapped in swirling Conqueror's Haki.
Just as Roger's sword entered Rocks's body—
The Elder stabbed forward, as if using a blade, aiming for Rocks's heart.
The sound of flesh being pierced echoed, followed by a burst of boundless sword aura.
A massive hole burst open beneath Rocks's heart—blood poured out.
An explosive wave of violent energy and Conqueror's Haki erupted from Rocks's body.
Roger and the Elder were blasted away.
At that moment, Rocks had fully regained his senses.
His mind raced—searching for an escape.
He was powerful, not stupid. With this many opponents, if it dragged on, he'd definitely be the one to die.
Everyone locked in combat felt the temperature of the entire island rise slightly, but no one paid it much mind.
Meanwhile, on the distant shoreline, Sakazuki stood watching the busy soldiers.
He felt that subtle increase in heat—his lips curled slightly, and the smile vanished in an instant...
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