"Great Eruption!"
Crimson heat waves rolled across the sky, spreading outward in every direction.
Transford into magma, Sakazuki threw a punch. A gigantic fist of magma over a hundred ters wide condensed in midair, while ferocious heat waves spread outward in layers, shaking everything around it.
As the magma fist fell from the heavens, waves of heat rolled across its surface, and its scorching aura blanketed the sky.
"Explosive Iron Claw!!!"
Sharpness pierced through heaven and earth.
Wushuang charged upward from below at high speed. As his crossed claws swept out, countless invisible edges stabbed through the sky like countless sharp swords thrust into the air.
The atmosphere was torn apart and split into fragnts.
Those omnipresent invisible edges pierced the sky and spread upward, quickly colliding with the incoming magma fist.
A terrifying shockwave rippled out.
The invisible sharpness perated the magma fist, constantly tearing apart every inch of magma…
That peerlessly imposing fist of magma gradually beca riddled with holes under the endless invisible edges.
Streams of shattered magma continuously fell from the sky.
"Slash—!"
At the sa ti—
Wushuang turned into a streaking afterimage and flashed forward at extre speed, his figure colliding directly with the magma fist.
The Mighty Claw glead with a chilling sharpness.
The magma fist, already riddled with holes, naturally could not withstand the edge of the Mighty Claw.
After only a brief stalemate…
The magma fist over a hundred ters wide was completely shattered into countless fragnts of magma.
Magma rained down across the sky, like a brilliant shower of molten fire.
"Rumble… rumble…"
Magma surged.
The mont Wushuang shattered the magma fist, Sakazuki once again ignited endless magma, shooting forward with destructive force.
At the sa ti—
Inside the plaza of Impel Down.
Buru buru…
A shrill Den Den Mushi ring suddenly sounded.
That abrupt sound imdiately jolted CP0 Agent Seven awake from his rising displeasure, and he quickly picked up the Den Den Mushi in his arms without daring to delay for even a mont.
"CP0 Agent Seven greets the great Five Elders!"
The instant the call connected, CP0 Agent Seven spoke with utmost respect.
This particular Den Den Mushi was used exclusively for direct contact with the Five Elders.
So anyone capable of calling through it—
Could only be the Five Elders themselves.
At a ti like this…
For the Five Elders to suddenly call…
Could it be that they were calling to rebuke him?
That Sakazuki really was useless…
Just so naless fool who didn't know his place, yet he still hadn't dealt with him after all this ti, to the point that the Five Elders had to personally call and question them.
Countless thoughts flashed through CP0 Agent Seven's mind.
In the next mont, the voice of one of the Five Elders—Hirano Masato—ca through the Den Den Mushi, old and authoritative:
"The appearance of the Nether Race… is a rare opportunity!"
"His strength is at most only Admiral-level. Send Borsalino. With his speed, together with Sakazuki, this Nether Race General, Wushuang, will have no chance of escaping!"
Without offering any further explanation, Hirano Masato gave only that order before directly hanging up the Den Den Mushi.
Far away in the highest conference chamber of the World Governnt, his gaze had not left the scene outside Impel Down for even a mont.
Inside Impel Down—
With that single call from Hirano Masato, even Garp and all the Admiral-level powerhouses were startled, their hearts trembling.
The Nether Race had appeared?
Did that an the one causing trouble outside Impel Down was from the Nether Race?
One of the Hundred Races the Ancient King had spoken of?
At the thought of that, even Borsalino and Kuzan could not help but feel their hearts shake and their scalps go numb…
Especially Borsalino and Kuzan.
They had personally experienced just how terrifying the Ancient King was…
Fortunately…
Hirano Masato had said that this Nether Race individual was only Admiral-level in strength…
Nowhere near the Ancient King…
CP0 Agent Seven's gaze fell on Borsalino, and Borsalino seed to sense it. He raised his head and nodded at CP0 Agent Seven.
Then—
"Buzz, buzz, buzz…"
Golden light erupted.
Bathed in endless photons, Borsalino transford into a streak of light and shot into the sky.
Outside Impel Down—
Wushuang, who had just torn through layers of magma with one claw, suddenly halted his assault—
And imdiately after—
"Buzz, buzz, buzz…"
Several beams composed of countless photons shot over from the distance.
Each beam moved so quickly that the naked eye could not capture it, and the power contained within them was incomparably terrifying!
Wushuang didn't dare be careless in the slightest.
Crossing both claws, endless sharpness burst forth.
"Explosive Iron Claw!!!"
The invisible sharpness erupted once more.
"Slash… slash…"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
Endless sharpness filled every corner, intercepting the several golden beams head-on. The terrifying sharpness collided with the golden beams—
The beams of light were gradually torn apart, and the energy carried by the photons in the shattered beams exploded, causing a chain of explosions to erupt across the sky.
"Hellhound Crimson Lotus!"
At that very mont—
Sakazuki seized the opportunity.
Crimson magma surged violently, staining half the sky red.
The boiling magma condensed into a colossal magma hound head over a hundred ters long, its fangs interlocking as streams of magma dripped from between them.
Facing the magma hound head charging from behind, Wushuang no longer confronted it directly.
Instead, in hurried succession, he slashed out several claw marks before his figure flashed backward at high speed.
"Boom! Boom! Boom…"
The claw marks landed on the magma hound head, shattering its fangs and sending magma spraying everywhere, yet in the end they were still swallowed by the magma hound head itself.
After devouring the claw marks, the magma hound head lost none of its montum and continued to pounce toward Wushuang at high speed.
"Well, well, well… so this is the Nether Race…"
"They really are like monsters…"
On the other side—
In front of Wushuang—
Golden light gathered, and Borsalino's figure reappeared. His eyes traveled up and down Wushuang, full of surprise.
He was also extrely curious about the Nether Race.
At the sa ti, he felt a trace of relief.
Fortunately, this Nether Race did not seem to be one of the strongest among the Hundred Races.
Just an Admiral-level combatant—that was still within the range they could handle.
"Explosive Iron Claw! Get the hell out of my way!"
A savage light burst from Wushuang's pupils as he glared at Borsalino and roared.
In the next instant—
The air split apart, and space itself collapsed.
Countless sharp edges pierced through the sky, tearing heaven and earth as they spread forward, seeking to tear Borsalino to pieces.
"Yata Mirror!"
With his right hand, Borsalino released a path of light.
Transforming into photons, he moved along that path of light at an extre speed, vanishing from his original position in an instant.
"Slash, slash…"
The invisible sharpness ravaged the area where Borsalino had just been.
The atmosphere was torn apart, and pitch-black cracks appeared in space itself—hideous and terrifying.
At the sa ti, the magma hound head from behind was about to descend!
Shadows followed.
Behind Wushuang, the phantom of a white wolf from the Netherworld flickered as he rapidly sprinted through the void.
His speed flashed again and again, and the magma hound head completely lost its target.
Like a teor, it fell from the heavens and crashed into the sea below.
"Rumble—!"
A huge volu of seawater was vaporized, and layer upon layer of white mist rose to cover the sky. At the sa ti, wave after wave surged wildly outward, crashing in every direction.
Midair, Wushuang ca to a halt, breathing slightly heavier.
Repeatedly unleashing his ultimate technique, Explosive Iron Claw, combined with the full exertion of his speed and strength against two Admiral-level opponents—
Was beginning to strain him.
After all, in the end—
Even one-on-one, he was not Sakazuki's opponent in his current state.
Much less when Borsalino had joined the battle as well.
"Do all Nether Race bastards have tempers this bad?"
Suspended in the air, Borsalino studied Wushuang with amused curiosity as he teased him.
With his speed here, there was absolutely no chance for this Nether Race warrior to escape!
"What…"
"Do you ignorant and arrogant humans…"
"…really think you've already won?"
Wushuang straightened his body, his gaze cold, his tone filled with contempt.
"Isn't the answer obvious?" Borsalino replied without the slightest attempt to hide it.
Patting the smoke and dust off his armor, the coldness on Wushuang's face suddenly lted away, and he threw back his head in loud laughter.
"Hahahahaha…"
"Arrogant humans!"
"The humans of this era truly are arrogant to the extre!"
"Since when did this general ever tell you…"
"…that this general is the strongest of the Nether Race?"
"And since when…"
"…was this general the only one of the Nether Race to awaken?"
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