"You were completely caught by Observation Haki? You’re seriously as strong as a monster~ Black Gun · Orin."
At that mont, a sleazy-looking man wearing a striped shirt and a Marine coat draped over his shoulders stepped out from among the Marine officers.
His voice carried an annoying, mocking tone that instantly rubbed people the wrong way.
User of the Glint-Glint Fruit—Borsalino.
In response, Orin simply smiled with amusent.
"Well... the word ’monster’—I’ve gotten used to hearing it a long ti ago. So, to take down a monster like , are you all going to co at together? That’s pretty pathetic."
"Black Gun · Orin!!! To deal with a heinous world threat like you, the Marines have no need for honor or fairness!!!"
"Great Eruption!!!"
Sakazuki didn’t want to hear a single word of Orin’s. He didn’t even waste ti talking.
His entire body instantly transford into scorching magma.
Waves of sulfurous gas wafted from his form, thick magma churned across his body, and even his uniform gave off a crimson glow.
On his leather-gloved fists, power rivaling a volcanic eruption was building up, swelling with terrifying heat.
It was a killing move from the get-go.
Even from far away, a searing heatwave surged forward, making Orin’s long hair dance wildly in the steam.
The most offensively powerful Devil Fruit—the Magma-Magma Fruit?
Makes sense. A power strong enough to launch hundreds of tons of volcanic rock into the sky—it’s no wonder its explosive force is this ridiculous.
But of course, that power doesn’t co without drawbacks.
The biggest one?
It’s slow.
Unlike the ultra-mobile Glint-Glint Fruit or the wide-range reach of the Ice-Ice Fruit, the Magma-Magma Fruit sacrifices speed for raw, overwhelming force.
At least, in the face of Orin’s future sight, this awe-inspiring Great Eruption attack didn’t stand a chance of hitting him.
Logias are blessed, Orin had to admit.
But so Paracia fruits—those that deal with abstract rules—can go even beyond that.
Orin could easily dodge this attack.
But doing so would go against the very reason he ca here: to fight seriously.
After all, it’s not every day you find opponents on his level. Most are either too weak, or too strong.
To this day, Orin had never had a battle where he could truly go all out.
And that... was actually a problem for the growth of his Conqueror’s Haki.
So...
Facing Sakazuki’s massive magma fist head-on, Orin’s eyes flared with crimson light, void of any emotion.
Clearly, the future he saw matched what he had predicted.
Zheng——
As magma surged forward, Orin slowly clenched his fist, and flowing Armant Haki wrapped tightly around it.
The Marine officers, who had spread out to avoid collateral damage from the heat, shrank their pupils in shock when they saw this.
"No way... that stance... don’t tell he’s planning to clash directly with Sakazuki?"
"Utterly arrogant. Even if Armant Haki can theoretically hit a Logia’s real body, with that insane explosive force and temperature. Even with Haki defense, his hand would be cooked instantly!"
"Arrogant brat!!!"
But Orin’s true strength clearly exceeded their expectations.
The next mont, black and red lightning crackled around his Haki-coated fist.
A crushing pressure shattered the ground beneath, as if this power, just by existing, was exerting monstrous force upon the world.
"That brat!!"
This terrifying presence instantly caught the attention of three figures battling in the distance.
Even amidst fierce combat, the battlefield montarily paused.
"No way!?!! Using Conqueror’s Infusion at fifteen!?!!" Sengoku’s eyes glead with sharp light, blood vessels bulging in his eyes.
"Fuhahaha! No wonder Roger called him a monster! That brat with the gun—he already has the power to challenge the world at such a young age!"
Garp burst out laughing.
"Then let’s make sure he never leaves here alive!!!"
"Hey!! You two still have ti to chat during battle? Don’t act like I’m not here! I’m the Golden Lion, damn it!!!"
Clearly, Garp and Sengoku’s exchange had infuriated the lion, whose pressure instantly intensified!
Even Garp and Sengoku turned serious facing that force—let alone Sakazuki, still only in his twenties.
"Nani!? That kind of Haki!?"
A few drops of sweat rolled down Sakazuki’s face, quickly evaporating from the heat of his own magma.
Clenching his teeth, he mustered all his strength.
The Magma-Magma Fruit’s explosive power erupted once more—his massive magma fist shot toward Orin.
In response, Orin answered with a full-powered Ryuo Conqueror’s Coated punch.
The two forces collided—imnse pressure and blistering heat instantly liquefied the ground.
BOOM!!!!
They clashed, deadlocked.
And strangely, the searing temperature expected to lt flesh and bone... never touched Orin’s fist.
Before the fist wrapped in black and red lightning, there seed to be an invisible barrier that magma couldn’t cross.
Sakazuki’s expression twisted with disbelief.
The surrounding Marines were equally stunned.
"That’s the power of Conqueror’s Infusion, Sakazuki!"
...
"Even that volcanic force you’re so proud of... is nothing to ."
Black and red lightning still flickered across Orin’s fist. He stared into the erupting magma with calm intensity.
Slightly crouching, he gathered strength from his waist.
The ground beneath his feet sank within a hundred ters radius, as if unable to bear the overwhelming pressure.
Terrifying recoil warped the terrain.
Every aspect of this display scread one thing: sheer, unmatched power.
In just a flash—
Orin’s Haki-clad, lightning-wreathed figure tore through the magma fist.
And instantly, he appeared right in front of a completely unprepared Sakazuki.
That figure resembled a demon king risen from hell—crimson light burning in his eyes.
A punch, powered by monstrous strength and Ryuo, slamd forward.
Sakazuki’s chest caved in.
The fusion of Ryuo and Conqueror’s Haki denied him the chance to turn into magma for defense.
He took the full brunt of the blow.
The result?
Even more pathetic than how he was flattened like minced at in the Marineford War.
Watching Sakazuki roll his eyes back and cough up blood,
Orin had planned to follow up with a finishing blow.
But the surrounding Marines weren’t just statues.
Beams of laser light rained down, and glaciers lood in the sky.
Orin had no choice but to teleport out of range.
Yet, the black and red lightning on his fist didn’t fade.
Amidst the storm and chaos—
He stood proudly, long coat fluttering in the wind, hair whipping wildly.
A calm smile still played across his handso face.
His hand clenched with Conqueror’s Infusion, and crimson future-sight light never left his eyes.
Alone, he made the entire new generation of Marines in Marineford feel utter despair.
"Now then... who’s next?"
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