Now that Marco faced the same overwhelming force as Madara once had, he finally understood the magnitude of the opponent Madara had faced. Previously, Madara could endure an airwave attack, but Marco couldn't even withstand a single strike.
The powerful airwave compressed the space around Marco, pressing down with an invisible, terrifying force. He flapped his wings desperately, but the pressure was relentless. Spatial cracks formed faintly around him as he struggled to resist the unknown power.
"This… terrifying Guy," Marco muttered in disbelief.
The Whitebeard Pirates observing from below stared at Ashveil with solemn respect. Indeed, Thorne Ashveil's predictive prowess was terrifying. As expected, Marco was swiftly suppressed, his defeat unfolding exactly as Ashveil had foreseen. The Pot Lid Head's strength was beyond comprehension.
Whitebeard Edward Newgate narrowed his eyes, watching Marco fall. Despite his confidence in Marco's abilities, he hadn't anticipated him being dominated so completely.
Might Guy charged again, fists aimed squarely at Marco. The wind roared as the impact pinned Marco in place. His eyes widened as he realized the crushing force of this attack—a pressure unlike anything the Four Emperors had ever inflicted. He was utterly powerless.
Boom!
The punch landed, blue flames erupting from Marco's body. Blood streamed from his mouth as he plummeted from the sky, crashing into the ground with a deafening impact that carved a massive crater. The flames around him gradually faded.
"Marco!" the Whitebeard Pirates cried.
"I'm lucky I released blue flames to protect the area, otherwise…" Marco murmured, blood still dripping from his lips. He realized Might Guy had restrained his strength; otherwise, Marco would have been annihilated.
"Thank you for holding back," Marco said, acknowledging the Pot Lid Head respectfully.
"Powerful physical attacks. Even with my blue flames, I've been injured severely. This… reminds me of Garp's fist," he continued, marveling at the strength he faced.
Might Guy, calm yet solemn, replied, "It's nothing. We fight for our worlds; you did nothing wrong."
The onlookers were stunned anew. Might Guy—this Pot Lid Head—could destroy lives with a single strike.
Even Ivankov, witnessing the devastation from Holy Land Mary Geoise, gaped.
"Dragon, did you hear that? Might Guy could kill Marco instantly? Isn't that exaggerated?"
Dragon sighed, observing the duel arena screen.
"This is beyond expectation. Marco is strong, yet defeated instantly. Might Guy likely possesses Emperor-level power," Dragon murmured.
The Revolutionary Army commanders exchanged shocked glances. If Might Guy's strength was Emperor-level, the Other World warriors were truly fearsome.
The Four Emperors themselves were astonished, recognizing the potency emanating from Might Guy. Benn Beckman exhaled smoke, face serious.
"I didn't expect the first battle to be so fierce. Even I could be killed instantly," he said.
Red Hair Shanks, similarly solemn, noted, "Only someone of my caliber might stand a chance… perhaps even I can't."
Lucky Roux, incredulous, protested, "Even you, Boss Shanks?"
Shanks frowned. "Yes. If we consider the red Steam, Might Guy's power will increase qualitatively. Even I might not suffice."
"Interesting… Might Guy, you deserve the title of Guy," Benn remarked. Shanks nodded in agreement.
Ashveil observed the battlefield calmly, a glass of fine wine in hand, seemingly enjoying the spectacle. Everything unfolded exactly as expected.
The space-time pendulum chimed once more.
"Duel arena winner, Might Guy from the Naruto World. The second duel will have Might Guy defending the arena. Challengers, step forward from the Pirate World."
Pirates hesitated. They had witnessed Might Guy's terrifying strength and dared not challenge him. Silence spread across the crowd.
"Golden Lion Shiki, Ashveil, please choose," the pendulum announced.
Golden Lion Shiki's excitement was palpable. He had no intention of backing down.
Whitebeard cast envious eyes, while Shiki laughed, confident.
"Di ha ha ha, Whitebeard, I'll avenge Marco," Shiki shouted, leaping into the duel arena with effortless speed.
The world watched Shiki's arrival, even Dragon smiling faintly. "A strongman from Garp's era… he may be able to challenge the Pot Lid Head."
Red Hair Shanks remarked, "This battle will be intriguing," eyes focused.
The Whitebeard Pirates cheered Shiki on.
Naruto and his Sage Mode allies observed the space-time projection, some skeptical.
"This guy… is he really comparable to Might Guy?" one questioned.
Kakashi, analyzing quietly, cautioned, "Do not underestimate him. The reactions of the pirates below indicate his true strength."
Shiki floated into the arena, cigar in mouth, scrutinizing Might Guy.
"Good kid, strong from the Other World. Let's see how fierce you really are," he murmured.
Might Guy's eyes narrowed. "You're formidable. Let's see if the lion or I, the Azure Beast, dominate."
Activating the Seventh Gate, Hirudora surged toward Shiki.
Shiki remained composed, still puffing his cigar.
Then, a mountain floated into the arena. Hirudora struck it with full force, and the mountain shattered instantly. The shockwave dissipated harmlessly.
Might Guy's face reflected awe.
"What… Earth Release? Uchiha gravity?" he muttered. Uprooting a mountain casually signified a power beyond imagination.
The Shinobi World observers were equally stunned.
"Uprooting a mountain so easily…"
"This ability… like Madara's…"
They turned to Madara, incredulous. In another world, someone wielded power rivaling the legendary shinobi.
Madara's eyes narrowed. Uprooting a mountain… the Sharingan's records held no such account.