Fallen?

"Wow, what a terrifying guy."

Borsalino pointed to a dead pirate with his finger and muttered as he looked at the ferocious figure.

"Well, just a desperate beast, nothing to worry about!"

With that said, Sakazuki swung his fist, transformed into magma, towards the surrounding pirates without even looking back. It could be said that with every pirate he eliminated, there was one less scum on the sea.

"Lord Garp is so handsome."

Kuzan exclaimed with excitement as he continued to manipulate his abilities to reinforce the battlefield terrain.

"The aura of this lion looks completely different now!" said Sengoku solemnly.

"We're going to have to fight with all we've got next."

Garp clenched his creaking fist in his hand, watching the golden lion that looked like a demon from hell.

The pirates in the surrounding waters looked at the blood-stained, arrogant laughter of the golden lion with a look of shock and confusion on their faces.

"What is the Golden Lion Boss doing? Self-harm?"

"We couldn't beat Garp and Sengoku together in the first place, and now it seems even less likely?"

Meanwhile, Nicholas, observing from afar, changed his casual demeanor and spoke solemnly, "I take back what I said before. Truly, he is a hero of the seas!

Although he will eventually perish, it's better to shine brightly now than to be defeated later like a joke by some little devil."

"Shiki, why do you bother?" Sengoku looked at the Golden Lion and spoke, apparently trying to influence the Golden Lion's mindset through words. After all, gaining the greatest outcome with the smallest cost was always advantageous.

"Sengoku, what kind of person do you think I am? Do I need someone like you to judge?" The Golden Lion laughed wildly, his dominant and domineering aura rising to the sky.

"Golden Lion, you're not qualified to say such things!" Sengoku retorted, his own dominant aura clashing with the Golden Lion's.

If the Golden Lion's Haki was like a reckless and arrogant lion, then Sengoku's Haki was meant to make justice reign over the seas. The two auras intertwined and clashed, causing the surrounding ice to shatter.

Boom!

In an instant, two destructive storms clashed like heaven and earth, with the atmosphere between the two constantly groaning.

Crack!

The firmament was disturbed, with dark clouds pressing down, and terrifying black and red thunderbolts accompanying the compression of the atmosphere, as the dominant wills collided, creating a storm of unprecedented proportions. Then, it rose into the sky, stirring up the endless clouds.

The entire sky split open at some point, revealing a massive vortex in the middle, surrounded by swirling black clouds and thunder.

The surrounding sea churned, waves crashing endlessly, and the entire battlefield began to tremble.

"Too... too terrifying!"

"Is this what it's like when Haki clashes?"

Many pirates at this moment looked at the apocalyptic scene in the center, where dense black and red thunderbolts were splitting the sky, and their hearts felt as if they were being squeezed, almost suffocating them.

Crack!

A two-meter-thick black and red thunderbolt struck down, almost simultaneously, dazzling golden Buddha light rose like the sun. Sengoku transformed into a formidable Buddha, a huge golden palm enveloped in Armament Haki rising up.

Clang!

The Golden Lion grasped the Oto and Kogarashi, two famous swords, as Armament Haki enveloped them, and Conqueror's Haki surged as well.

"Shiki!"

"Sengoku!"

In that instant, the two collided like a comet hitting the earth, and the vortex in the sky, formed by the collision of their auras, split in two.

The central long sword clashed with the Buddha's palm, leaving a huge gap in the middle, and the surrounding atmosphere shattered and spread with dense black and red thunder.

Giant cracks appeared in the ice, tearing the battlefield apart.

This collision could be described as earth-shattering.

Watching the two figures in the centre of the field, sweeping through the surroundings with their dominating auras, a figure, whose figure was enveloped in Armament Haki, revealing eyes full of envy.

Although those two guys might not necessarily be stronger than him, the flashy spectacle they presented was so damn cool.

"Indeed, this kind of aura is what men fighting Roger and Whitebeard on the sea should have," Nicholas said, unable to help but admire the Golden Lion, who fought more fiercely under the combined efforts of Sengoku and Garp.

The Golden Lion, wielding two swords, moved through the air like a graceful swallow. At that moment, the agility of the Floating Fruit maximized the elusive nature of the dual swordsmanship. Between the swings of his blades, there was a continuous onslaught of strikes, resembling thunder.

As for Garp, his iron fists combined strength and explosive power, destroying everything in their path with ease. Meanwhile, Sengoku remained calm on the sidelines, constantly causing trouble for the Golden Lion and expanding their advantage.

The speed of the three had surpassed what the naked eye could capture. To onlookers, there were only vague shadows of the three figures colliding fiercely.

In just a few breaths, the ice surface was already marked with crisscrossing gullies, and the shockwaves, sword winds, and fist strikes dispersed, forcing many pirate marines to hastily take cover.

Watching the Golden Lion become increasingly ferocious, Garp landed a punch and remarked, "It seems, Golden Hair, you've made your choice!"

Garp knew well that the Golden Lion's current state wasn't as good as he pretended. Pulling out all the stops would jeopardize his life, not just an empty threat.

Though the Golden Lion appeared full of vigor, it didn't mean he could recklessly squander his power. One could liken him to a pot of boiling oil.

If the Golden Lion were to retreat now, with careful nurturing, he might eliminate all threats and return to his peak within half a year. But the truth was, the Golden Lion didn't choose to flee; instead, he pushed his Haki and swordsmanship to the extreme.

For him, death was already close!

"Never needed any choices, just keep winning, that's all there is to it, Shi-ha-ha-ha!"

The Golden Lion laughed heartily and charged at Garp once more. His right-hand sword aimed for Garp's head, while the left-hand "Oto" stabbed towards Garp's chest.

In the face of the Golden Lion's words, Garp remained silent, merely using his armored fist to block the Golden Lion's attacks.

As time passed, the Golden Lion clearly felt his state declining. Sengoku and Garp, both top-tier fighters, also noticed this and intensified their assault.

"Shi-Ha-ha-ha! This is truly exhilarating! Let's settle this once and for all!"

Laughing uproariously, the Golden Lion disregarded his injuries. Although he regretted not ending things with Roger, defeating Sengoku and Garp would, to some extent, surpass that fellow Roger.

Then, with a roar, he poured all his life-burning power into this final strike.

Facing the dazzling blow, Sengoku and Garp also exerted all their strength.

Unlike the previous clashes, this time, there was no sound accompanying the collision of their attacks.

It was as if watching a silent film, prompting many to instinctively tap their ears.

In fact, it was because the medium for sound transmission had been completely shattered where their attacks collided, creating a complete vacuum.

The powerful fluctuations even distorted the surrounding light.

An indescribable sense of awe surged in the hearts of onlookers. What kind of battle could reach such a level?

"But in the end, who won?"

"I think Garp and Sengoku did, after all, it was two against one."

"More importantly, if Garp and Sengoku did win, how are we going to survive?!"

As some pirates looked around at the dense sea of marines, they shouted in despair.

At this moment, with the dissipation of energy, the answer was finally revealed.

The Golden Lion had disappeared, leaving only the two swords, Oto and Kogarashi, standing alone on the ice. On the hilts, there was a tattered yellow cape fluttering in the wind.

In the distance, Sengoku had reverted from his Buddha form, revealing his true form, while Garp stood beside him. Both of them were not in good shape, with traces of blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, evidently wounded by the Golden Lion's final desperate blow.

"The Golden Lion has fallen!"

The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment, and then erupted into chaos once more.