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"Damn it!!!"
Garp's forehead instantly burst into cold sweat. He could feel it—the colossal gravitational force emanating from the black sphere hovering high in the sky.
A terrifying attraction was washing over him, trying to rip him off the ground and pull him into the air.
Garp gritted his teeth and unleashed every ounce of his physical strength and Armament Haki, attempting to anchor himself to the ground. The black lightning of his Haki crackled violently, his muscles bulging with effort.
But no matter how he resisted, the gravitational pull was on a whole different level—like the force of a collapsing star.
"BOOM!!!"
The ground beneath Garp's feet exploded. Cracks spiderwebbed through the stone plaza, fragments rising as the air pressure reversed. Rubble and shattered tiles flew upward, taking Garp with them.
Despite his monstrous strength and mastery over Haki, Garp's body was forcefully pulled into the sky. The sheer gravitational pressure rendered even his legendary resistance ineffective. He was like a leaf in a tempest.
All around him, chunks of buildings, weaponry, and earth followed—forming an ascending storm of debris encircling his body.
"Jiehahahaha… AYR!!! Every time you fight, you shatter my expectations!!!"
Golden Lion Shiki laughed uproariously as he watched Garp get forcefully dragged into the air by Ayr's terrifying gravitational jutsu.
Having clashed with Ayr before, Golden Lion was one of the few people alive who had seen the full breadth of his capabilities—Rinnegan, Yin-Yang Release, terrifying Kenjutsu, and more. Each battle with Ayr brought forth a new monstrous technique.
This time, Planetary Devastation—Chibaku Tensei—was no exception.
Even standing far from the epicenter, Shiki could feel it: a crushing gravitational force tugging at his own body, threatening to drag him toward the black sphere. It wasn't even aimed at him.
That was enough to confirm how horrifying the force Garp endured truly was.
Golden Lion inwardly thanked fate that he and Ayr were on the same side today.
If Ayr hadn't come to Marineford with them for this battle—if he had remained neutral—the execution scheduled in a few days might not only have claimed Kaido's life.
It could have claimed his own.
"Ayr!!!"
Sengoku's roar echoed across the battlefield. He watched Garp's form get swallowed by a growing sphere of rubble and ruin, his heart pounding with unease.
He clenched his fists. He wanted to help Garp—his comrade for decades. But…
Golden Lion Shiki stood in his path like a mountain. While Sengoku was slightly stronger in one-on-one combat, dealing with Shiki quickly was impossible.
"If Zephyr and Tsuru were here… this outcome might be in doubt, but with just the three of you?" Shiki grinned, a wild glint in his eyes. "You're done."
Sengoku's eyes narrowed.
Golden Lion didn't admire many people in his life—only three.
Rocks D. Xebec, his first captain.
Gol D. Roger, his eternal rival.
And lastly—the one he respected the most:
Ayr.
Golden Lion believed this battle would be won decisively.
Three against three? Not anymore.
With Garp sealed, it was three versus two.
And with Ayr on their side, their victory was all but guaranteed.
"You're deluded, Shiki!" Sengoku snarled. He didn't waste another word.
He launched forward, his Zoan-transformed golden Buddha form shimmering in the sunlight. He needed to overpower Shiki quickly and reach Garp before it was too late.
"Vice Admiral Garp is being lifted!!!"
"What the hell is that sphere in the sky?! It's pulling him in like he's weightless!"
"Has that monster Ayr created another new technique?!"
"No time to think—if we don't stop Ayr now, something terrible is going to happen!"
The Marines stared at the scene above them in horror—then surged forward.
Vice Admirals and elite officers of Marineford took the lead, charging toward Ayr with grim determination.
They were strong. Some had mastered advanced Armament Haki. Some could even rival the lower tier of Admirals in short bursts.
But it didn't matter.
Ayr's eyes narrowed.
"Slaying God."
He drew his blade—a weapon that had tasted blood from New World emperors—and swept it in a single horizontal arc.
The blade didn't touch the Marines.
But space itself groaned—a tear ripped open.
A wave of pure black sword energy erupted. It was no simple flying slash—it was laced with black flames of Amaterasu, and infused with Conqueror's Haki.
The black energy howled through the air, forming into the shape of a dragon with glowing crimson eyes and a mouth full of void.
It screamed down toward the oncoming Marines.
"ROAR!!!"
The black dragon surged through the charging forces, utterly annihilating them. Their Haki defenses crumbled. Blood and fire filled the battlefield.
None even reached Ayr's feet.
In mere seconds, the Marines' vanguard had been obliterated.
The plaza reeked of death.
…
After clearing the field, Ayr lifted his gaze toward the black sphere in the sky.
Garp had been dragged to the core of the gravitational field.
The debris, the ruins, the wreckage—all of it now orbited around him, compressing tighter and tighter into a titanic mass of rock.
The Chibaku Tensei had now fully formed a satellite-sized meteorite, suspended high above Marineford.
But…
Cracks began forming along its surface.
Ayr's eyes sharpened.
"Oh? Breaking through?"
Even after being pulled into the center and wrapped in layers of stone and metal, Garp was still fighting back.
Ayr knew that Garp, like Tsunade with her Mitotic Regeneration, had always possessed a monstrous body—one that surpassed logic.
He was no ordinary Vice Admiral. He was Garp the Fist, who cornered the Pirate King many times.
From within the meteorite, black lightning exploded outward—Armament Haki and sheer brute force pushing back against the prison of gravity.
A crack shot down the side of the Chibaku Tensei meteor like a lightning bolt.
"As expected of the Hero of the Marines." Ayr smirked.
"But you're not breaking out just yet."
He raised one hand—and the massive satellite above trembled.
With a thunderous motion, he hurled it downward.
The meteorite, with Garp still inside, descended upon Marineford like a doomsday weapon.
Boom!!!
A deafening explosion erupted across the battlefield. The massive meteorite conjured by Ayr using his Cactus Eye and Planetary Devastation crashed down with overwhelming force. Nearly half of Marineford—Naval Headquarters—was obliterated, reduced to broken terrain and crumbling foundations.
A tremendous column of smoke and debris surged into the air, blanketing the battlefield in a haze of destruction. Screams echoed through the chaos as countless Marines were crushed beneath the celestial onslaught, casualties of a power that should not exist in this world.
As the dense smoke began to disperse, a battered figure slowly emerged from the cratered ruin.
It was Monkey D. Garp.
Blood streamed down his face. His white Marine coat was torn and scorched, matted with dirt and ash. His once-imposing figure now bore the weight of pain and exhaustion, but his spirit burned fiercer than ever.
"Ayr!!!"
Garp's roar split the air like thunder, filled with fury and pride.
Ayr, standing calmly amidst the carnage with his blade still humming with dark energy, tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing behind the shadow of his brow. "You didn't fall…?" he mused. "Your physique isn't as brittle as I expected."
He cracked a smile, not out of mockery, but acknowledgment.
"Still… you won't last long."
"It's far too early for me to be defeated!" Garp shouted back, his fists trembling but clenched with defiance.
Ayr knew better than to underestimate the "Fist of the Navy." Garp wasn't just another Marine—he had trained under the direct supervision of the Five Elders decades ago and fought through the most harrowing chapters of history. He once stood against Rocks D. Xebec, traded blows with Roger, and survived the fiercest battlefields without Devil Fruit powers.
Even now, despite being ensnared by the gravity of Planetary Devastation—modeled after the Six Paths technique used by Nagato's Deva Path—and slammed down by a meteorite that could crush islands, Garp refused to yield.
But Ayr could see it clearly.
Though the Meteorite Seal didn't end him, the impact had taken its toll.
Hairline fractures ran through Garp's bones. Internal bleeding pulsed beneath his chest. His aura—normally a tidal wave of Armament Haki and iron resolve—now flickered like a storm running out of wind.
"You've fought well," Ayr said coldly, his voice carrying through the burning battlefield. "But you're wounded now. My next strike will end it."
Garp, breathing heavily, spat blood onto the ground and narrowed his eyes. "Try it. Let's see if you have the guts to finish me."
And with that, the next chapter of their clash edged closer—two legends standing on shattered earth, forged by war and bound by fate.
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