Diamanti looked at Doflamingo and said with growing dread, "This isn't even the scariest part. The terrifying thing is—his power is still rising."
Just moments ago, Ayr couldn't match Sengoku and Garp at the same time. But now, clad in the power of the Sage of Six Paths, he was fighting Sengoku, Garp, and Zephyr all at once. Not only was he completely unharmed—he'd actually injured them. It was as if the fight was getting easier for him with each passing moment.
Diamanti had initially come to watch like it was a spectacle. He believed that no matter who won, it wouldn't affect them. But now, he realized how wrong he'd been. The sheer pressure of Ayr's power—the destructive nature of the Truth-Seeking Balls and Six Paths chakra—was beginning to radiate outward. It was too late to stay uninvolved.
Even Unit 813, watching from afar, felt the looming danger. Ayr's presence was like that of a Tailed Beast fully unleashed, tearing through balance itself.
"No… I refuse to leave," Doflamingo muttered firmly. "To witness a top-tier monster like this—maybe you only get a handful of chances like that in life."
"How could I miss it?"
He already knew the Op-Op Fruit was no longer in his possession. With someone like Ayr existing in the same world, any plans he had to rise to power were meaningless—for now.
Yet Doflamingo's heart was unshaken. He still harbored the ambition to be the strongest in the world. And right now, that world's peak was battling just meters away. He couldn't turn away—not from this.
On the battlefield, Sengoku, Garp, Zephyr, and Tsuru (Crane) once again stood together. But this time, Garp and Zephyr bore clear injuries—the marks of battle against a power surpassing any Yonko, perhaps even on par with the Ten Tails Jinchuriki.
"Garp, Zephyr… can you still keep fighting?" Sengoku asked.
"What did you say?" Garp laughed heartily, blood at the edge of his mouth. "This little scratch? It's nothing!"
"That's right," Zephyr added, defiant. "We've already thrown our lives on the line. What's a few wounds compared to that?"
Sengoku looked at his two long-time comrades. "As expected of my old teammates—unshakable as always." He smiled, not from joy, but from shared conviction. It was the kind of smile one wears when ready to die for a cause.
Then his tone hardened. "I think it's time we give it everything."
"Garp," Zephyr turned to him, "we change tactics now. You take point."
The others weren't surprised. Among the four of them, their strength was close. But Garp's attacks were undeniably the fiercest. Known as the "Fist that crushed mountains" and rival to the Pirate King, his punches had shaken the very foundations of the sea.
If anyone could break through Ayr's Six Paths defense, it would be him.
Sengoku quickly laid out the new plan. "Zephyr and I will focus on blocking Ayr's attacks. Garp, go full force. Crane, wait for your chance—use the Wash-Wash Fruit. Try to strip away his Sage power."
If Tsuru's fruit could cleanse even a portion of Ayr's chakra-infused might, they might stand a chance. Perhaps her ability, once capable of washing away evil, could weaken or purify the overwhelming power drawn from Ōtsutsuki Kaguya's lineage.
But Ayr, observing their regrouping, was growing increasingly impatient.
To him, this was a waste of time. Yes, even in his Sage of Six Paths form, defeating all four of them together would take effort—but it was inevitable. Their will was tenacious, their hearts firm. Even after suffering grave wounds, Garp and Zephyr continued to press forward.
Yet it was too slow.
"Too slow... far too slow," Ayr muttered, irritation rising.
"It's time to end this—with slaying power!"
As he spoke, dark energy began to concentrate in his palm. Drawing from the depths of Kaguya's arsenal, he began to channel the terrifying All-Killing Ash Bones—a technique that could pierce and disintegrate anything it touched.
The bones in his body began to erupt and grow, twisting unnaturally as chakra surged through him like volcanic steam. His form became monstrous and divine at once—combining the ancient power of the Ōtsutsuki with the violence of pure destructive will.
The battlefield trembled beneath his feet.
And Ayr… was no longer just a wielder of power.
He was becoming the manifestation of godly destruction itself.
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