Chapter 85: Battle of Belief: Unkillable

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On the icy battlefield, Arashi's severed right wrist lay motionless, its crimson blood staining the ice and filling the air with a chilling intensity. 

No one had anticipated such an act—cutting off his hand to escape capture. It was an act of sheer decisiveness, coldness, and madness.

"Surprised?" Arashi chuckled softly. "You should have expected this."

With a flick of his left wrist, he sheathed his sword once more. Then, raising his left hand, he snapped his fingers.

"Boom!"

A deafening thunderclap shattered the silence as lightning arcs surged into the sky, splitting the heavens. 

In an instant, the brilliant bolts transformed, branching out like the limbs of a colossal tree. 

From where Arashi stood, the lightning spread, its dazzling tendrils stretching across the sky.

The arcs grew thicker and denser, forming an enormous tree of lightning. 

The central trunk—an awe-inspiring column of pure energy—was as wide as a dozen people linked arm to arm. Its countless branches illuminated the battlefield with a blinding, pulsating glow.

"I'm unkillable," Arashi murmured, his voice calm but carrying a weight of inevitability. 

His piercing gaze locked onto Sengoku and Zephyr, who stood frozen, a faint, almost imperceptible dread creeping into their hearts.

The lightning tree before them wasn't merely destructive—it was apocalyptic. The sheer energy within it felt capable of obliterating an island.

"To show how the gap between us.." Arashi sighed, raising his left hand as his fingers splayed open, "I will show how powerful I am"

"Fifteen Billion Volts: Yggdrasil!"

His voice echoed across the battlefield, cold and commanding.

The massive lightning tree trembled, its branches vibrating with energy.

"Crackle! Snap!"

The air is filled with a cacophony of electric discharges. The tree's branches shone with an ominous purple light before they began to move.

"Run!" Sengoku and Zephyr shouted in unison, dashing away at full speed.

The countless branches transformed into whips of lightning, lashing out in all directions. Their primary focus, however, was the two admirals. 

Each strike seemed alive, hunting its prey with relentless precision.

A single lash of these lightning tendrils instantly vaporized sections of the ice, filling the air with thick, white mist. 

The destructive power was unfathomable, each branch infused with immense voltage and coated in Arashi's Armament Haki.

The battlefield—spanning tens of thousands of meters—became Arashi's domain. 

The colossal lightning tree pulsed rhythmically, its branches sweeping through the area with every "breath," annihilating anything in their path.

"He's developed the Rumble-Rumble Fruit to this level?!" Zephyr exclaimed while dodging. "This kid is terrifying!"

Sengoku nodded grimly. "A Logia user capable of this level of destruction... it's beyond imagination."

For five minutes, the lightning tree dominated the battlefield, wreaking havoc with its relentless attacks. 

Sengoku and Zephyr were hit multiple times, their bodies scorched and covered in wounds. 

They looked battered, their once-pristine uniforms in tatters.

Finally, the massive lightning tree began to recede, the arcs dissipating into nothingness.

Arashi stood at the center of the battlefield, panting heavily, his face pale. 

Such an attack—vast in scope and devastating in power—had taken a toll on his stamina and spirit. 

After fighting continuously, even someone like him was nearing his limit.

"It stopped," Zephyr muttered. "That kid… he must be at his breaking point."

The two admirals exchanged glances, dragging their injured bodies toward the center of the field. 

When they arrived, they saw Arashi, still standing but visibly fatigued, his breaths ragged.

"This ends here, Arashi!" Zephyr declared, his voice firm and resolute.

Arashi raised his head, a faint smile forming on his lips.

"Ends here?" he repeated. "No. Quite the opposite."

Straightening his posture, he clenched his left hand into a fist, and his entire body seemed to tremble with renewed energy.

"This..." he said, his voice sharp and clear, "is only the beginning!"

His eyes burned with an intense fire, filled with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. 

Though his body was pushed to its absolute limits, his heart raced with an unfamiliar thrill. 

It wasn't fear—it was excitement. A manic, overwhelming excitement that made his blood boil.

"Arashi!"

A low, enraged voice suddenly called out. Arashi turned his head to see a figure staggering to its feet in the distance. 

The man was drenched in blood, his body battered and broken, his face so mangled it was nearly unrecognizable.

"Sakazuki!" Sengoku called out the figure's name in shock.

Despite his horrific injuries, Sakazuki—Admiral Akainu—was standing. The sight stunned everyone present. 

Even in his current state, his sheer willpower allowed him to rise.

"No wonder," Arashi muttered, "he could stand toe-to-toe with Whitebeard during the Paramount War. Even twenty-two years ago, he's like an unkillable beast."

Nearby, another figure emerged in a burst of golden light.

"Kizaru," Arashi muttered with a frown. He loathed Borsalino not because of his strength but because his fruit abilities were annoyingly troublesome.

"I'll kill you!" Sakazuki growled, dragging his battered body toward Arashi. His hatred and resolve burned as intensely as the magma surging around him.

"Four against one?" Arashi murmured, glancing at the enemies surrounding him. The odds were clear.

"How pathetic," Sakazuki sneered. "A Marine traitor like you is nothing more than a lone, pitiful fool!" 

"Do you even realize the kind of enemies you're facing? The entire Marine force is against you, and yet..."

He smirked coldly, his magma bubbling as the temperature around him soared. "You stand here, all alone!"

His words caused Sengoku and Zephyr to frown slightly, but Arashi's expression remained calm.

"Alone?" Arashi repeated, his voice soft. After a few breaths, his lips curled into a faint smirk.

"Alone? We'll see about that."

A sudden gust of wind swept across the battlefield, carrying with it a faint trace of sand that quickly grew into a massive sandstorm, swirling with ominous intensity.

"Hey, Magma Kid," a low voice rumbled through the dust storm. "Talking about our superiors like that gets me fired up."

From within the storm, a figure emerged, stepping forward with purpose and positioning himself firmly in front of Sakazuki. 

Simultaneously, another figure materialized in a flash of light, standing before Borsalino.

"I'd rather beat up the loudmouth instead—Crocodile," Bullet said coldly, his eyes fixed on Sakazuki with a murderous glare.

"Oh?" Crocodile smirked, exhaling smoke as his eyes glinted with amusement. "Then let's switch opponents."

The arrival of these two figures instantly shifted the battlefield's dynamics, blocking Sakazuki and Borsalino from advancing any further.

"Your subordinates are quite bold, Arashi," Zephyr remarked his tone a mix of admiration and readiness as he clenched his fists. 

"But how long can you hold out? Remember, after us, there's still—"

Sengoku shook his head and sighed, cutting in.

Arashi chuckled softly, retracting his gaze from the new arrivals and focusing back on Sengoku and Zephyr. 

"I only need to defeat you two right now," he said with quiet determination. 

"Whatever happens next—" His expression turned sharp. "I'll deal with it when the time comes."

Zephyr laughed, raising his fists. "You're good at running your mouth!"

With those words, he disappeared in an instant, reappearing right in front of Arashi to deliver a powerful strike. 

Sengoku leaped into the air, diving down with equal ferocity.

The battle erupted anew, Arashi's single arm countering the relentless assault of two admirals. 

Sparks of lightning crackled and burst around him, his strength undiminished despite his handicap.

Nearby, Bulelt and Sakazuki clashed violently, each blow shaking the earth. 

Crocodiles, meanwhile, exchanged rapid and brutal attacks with Borsalino, the battlefield consumed by their destructive might.

Farther from the center of the chaos, among the shattered ice, a bloodied and battered figure slowly opened their eyes.

"Arashi," the man muttered, his voice filled with frustration. "You still hold back your true power... too bad I can't keep fighting. These injuries are too severe."

This battle, once it spread to the world, would undoubtedly send shockwaves across the seas. 

Arashi was singlehandedly fighting two admirals, while his two subordinates held off two vice admirals. 

Each clash was ferocious, so intense that even the Marines spectating from distant warships trembled in fear.

As time passed, night fell and gave way to the following day.

Even after such a prolonged fight, Arashi's spirit remained high, his energy and determination unyielding. 

Despite facing Sengoku and Zephyr—two of the Marines' mightiest—he had not faltered once. His combat prowess was nothing short of extraordinary.

Sengoku and Zephyr, though showing signs of injury, still retained enough stamina to continue their assault.

"What kind of monsters are they?!" one Marine exclaimed from afar.

"This battle—how long can it go on?!" another trembled.

"Vice Admiral Arashi is unbelievable! Even after losing an arm, he's using lightning to recreate it, and his strength hasn't diminished at all!" someone added with awe.

For two entire days and nights, the battle raged on.

By the evening of the second day, Sengoku finally struck Arashi, slamming him onto the icy ground with a thunderous blow. 

Arashi spat blood, staining the frost beneath him. 

But before anyone could celebrate, he flipped upright and retaliated with a devastating punch, sending Sengoku flying.

Zephyr immediately closed the gap, pummeling Arashi with a relentless barrage of punches. 

Sengoku rejoined the fray moments later, and the three continued their grueling fight.

Half an hour later, Arashi's body reached its absolute limit. He stood panting, his lightning flickering weakly around him. 

Across from him, Sengoku and Zephyr also showed signs of exhaustion, their movements slower and heavier.

Suddenly, Arashi burst into laughter.

"Ha... ha... HAHAHAHA!" His voice rang out, wild and unrestrained. "This is amazing!"

His body trembled as he tried to clench his right hand, but the lightning that formed his arm flickered and dissipated. He could no longer maintain it.

"It's over," a voice declared from a distant palace. 

Within the halls of Mary Geoise, five figures observed the battle. One of them finally broke the silence. "Arashi will be annihilated."

"Enough, Arashi," Zephyr said solemnly, his voice carrying both exhaustion and pity.

But then, to everyone's shock, Arashi, trembling and on the verge of collapse, reached for the hilt of his sword.

"What is he doing?" murmurs of confusion spread among the onlookers.

In the next instant, the blade flashed, slicing through Arashi's neck.

His head flew into the air, leaving the battlefield in stunned silence.

"It's over!" someone exclaimed, believing the fight had reached its conclusion.

But then...

A voice, calm and chilling, echoed through the air.

"No... the ones who are finished... are you."

Sengoku and Zephyr's pupils contracted in shock, an icy chill running down their spines.

In the palace of Mary Geoise, the five elders rose to their feet in unison, their faces pale with disbelief.

Electric arcs crackled and surged as a figure materialized before everyone's eyes. His presence was overwhelming, his aura commanding.

"I told you," Arashi said, his voice steady, "I am unkillable."

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