"Kizaru! Garp!"
Oven roared, his burly figure leaping up as he actually took on two opponents at once, swinging his blazing red fists toward the incoming duo.
"What a savage" Kizaru sneered, dissolving into a shower of light to evade Oven strike.
anwhile, Garp who had boarded the ship a step later grinned widely, throwing a straight punch directly at Oven.
BOOM!
The seemingly casual punch from the old man forced Oven scorching fist back, slamming it into his own chest.
"Gah!" Oven spat out a mouthful of blood as his massive fra was sent flying backward, crashing hard into the wooden cabin wall and leaving a gaping hole.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
On the other side, Kizaru had just reford his human shape when he was t with countless mochi bullets coated in Armant Haki, hurtling toward his face with bullet-like speed!
"Mochi Thrusters!"
Katakuri arm transford into a pitch-black Gatling gun, continuously firing Armant Haki-infused mochi bullets at Kizaru.
"So it's Big Mom's strongest Sweet Commander, Katakuri. I heard you can see the future—tell , did you foresee this outco?"
Kizaru vanished instantly, reappearing right in front of Katakuri in a flash, delivering a swift kick.
"Speed is power, Katakuri. Ever been kicked at the speed of light?"
"Admiral Kizaru, I've been wanting to fight you for a long ti" Katakuri said coldly, looking down at Kizaru before retaliating with a kick of his own!
"Mochi Doughnut!"
His massive black leg collided with Kizaru, their overwhelming forces clashing and causing the entire ship to shake violently.
"Such formidable Armant Haki. How scaryyyy."
Kizaru expression shifted slightly as a three-bladed spear, pitch-black and deadly, suddenly erged from Katakuri arm, thrusting toward his head!
"Ama no Murakumo!"
Kizaru pulled his hands apart, summoning a blinding golden sword to block Katakuri spear.
But the mont he materialized his sword, the deck beneath his feet softened, turning sticky and dough-like, trapping his elental body!
"What?! Awakened powers?!"
Before Kizaru could react, Katakuri seed to anticipate his every move—wherever he tried to dodge, countless black square fists erupted, pumling him relentlessly!
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Kizaru gritted his teeth as the barrage of Armant Haki fists sent him flying.
Katakuri stood tall and unmoving, his spear in hand, his expression icy.
"Kizaru... this is the future I foresaw."
On the other side of the deck, Kizaru reappeared, disheveled and grimacing, a trickle of blood dripping from his lips.
"Annoying ability."
Wiping the blood away, Kizaru transford into golden light once more, slashing toward Katakuri with his sword.
anwhile, Garp fought with unrestrained ferocity, pumling Oven like a wild beast.
"Grrr! Damn you! Heat Fist!"
Oven face was swollen like a pig, his eyes black and blue, utterly battered.
The old man before him looked so old, his punches seemingly ordinary without any sign of Armant Haki, yet they carried the sa effect—imnsely powerful and crushing.
When Oven threw his own punches, the old man would send both his fist and arm flying back, striking Oven with his own punch.
This frustrating fighting style left Oven both infuriated and awestruck by the sheer power of the legendary Garp.
"Bwahaha, you little brat! You're ten thousand years too early to resist my fists!"
Garp grinned wildly, treating Oven like a punching bag as he sent him flying once more, crashing through the ship's hull and plumting toward the sea.
"KATAKURII!" Oven scread in panic.
Katakuri stood at the ship's bow, but his powerful Observation Haki enveloped the entire vessel.
Hearing Oven cry, he didn't rush over.
Instead, he stomped his foot, unleashing an invisible force.
The wooden hull at the stern twisted, transforming into sticky white mochi that instantly caught Oven body and yanked him back onto the ship.
Garp's eyes glead as his figure vanished, reappearing at the bow in an instant, his fist already hurtling toward Katakuri.
Katakuri focused intently on Garp punch, his future-sight ability activating once more as he attempted to dodge.
"Huh? I can't evade it?" Katakuri eyes narrowed in disbelief.
In his foresight, the old man fist descended like a mountain, solidifying the surrounding space. For a brief mont, he found himself unable to break free.
Any attempt to escape would only result in Garp chasing him down and sending him flying with a single punch.
"If I can't dodge, then I'll fight!"
"Mochi Mochi no... Grilled Mochi!"
Katakuri right fist swelled, steam rising as it fused Armant Haki with imnse heat, colliding head-on with Garp punch!
BOOM!
Two vastly different fists—one massive, one normal—clashed.
The air shattered, space trembled and the deck beneath them cracked violently, fissures spreading as if the entire ship might collapse at any mont.
"Bwahahaha! Not bad at all! Warm-up's over—now I'm getting serious!"
Garp eyes blazed with excitent as his aura erupted.
"Galaxy Impact!"
Garp presence turned savage.
No flurry of punches, no flashy movents—just a simple pullback of his right arm, fist clenched, before slowly driving it forward toward Katakuri.
Katakuri expression darkened.
Behind him, countless pitch-black giant arms materialized in the air, their fists raining down on Garp.
He didn't choose to evade.
Instead, he t Garp punch head-on.
Not because he didn't want to escape, but because his foresight showed him that any attempt to flee would only result in Garp catching up and flattening him with another blow.
"This old man fists... there's sothing unnatural about them."
Katakuri unleashed his full power, countless mochi fists wrapped in Armant Haki bombarding Garp.
Yet, as Garp seemingly sluggish punch advanced, every massive fist aid at him disintegrated mid-air, blocked by an invisible force!
"It's a kind of montum! His fist's pressure is warping the space around it—this entire area moves with his punch, not just a single small fist!" Katakuri gritted his teeth, his body instantly dissolving into the deck, forming a massive donut-shaped ring like a tire.
The donut rolled rapidly across the deck as Katakuri's arm extended from its center, veins bulging and muscles swelling with terrifying monstrous power!
"Zan Giri Mochi"
The donut soared into the air as Katakuri roared.
His enormous arm shot out from the rapidly spinning donut's center, carrying trendous montum as it turned pitch-black and massive, covered in spikes with overwhelming force, crashing down violently!
BOOM!
Space tore apart as dark fissures erupted from their collision, as if the void itself had been ripped open.
The massive ship's hull shattered layer by layer, wood splintering everywhere as the enormous pirate vessel cracked and split cleanly in two.
Katakuri face twisted in disbelief as he watched his gigantic fist being compressed and shattered by Garp plain punch—before that sa fist slamd squarely into his chest with devastating force!
BOOOOM!
An even greater shockwave shook as Katakuri body was sent flying like a teor, smashing through the ship's railing and hurtling straight toward Sengoku battleship.
He crashed through its hull, plumting into the warship's interior.
"GARP! You damn fool, what the hell are you doing?!" ca Sengoku furious voice.
"Hehehe, my bad, my bad. Didn't quite control the angle. This guy's strong—couldn't afford to hold back" Garp replied sheepishly, scratching his head.
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