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Crack! Crack!
The skies shifted ominously as winds howled, and black lightning crackled between Akira and Whitebeard.
A terrifying shockwave erupted from the center of their confrontation, rippling outward in a devastating surge.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Across the battlefield, countless combatants collapsed, unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure of their Conqueror's Haki.
"Hey! What's wrong with you guys?!"
Startled marines rushed to check on their fallen comrades, their faces filled with confusion and panic.
Sengoku's expression darkened. "Conqueror's Haki?!"
Both Garp and Kizaru, observing Akira's display, immediately recognized the truth: So it was him—back at Sabaody Archipelago—that wielded such a potent Conqueror's Haki.
In an instant, the entire war's attention shifted toward Akira, momentarily overshadowing the chaos of the battlefield.
"That guy...!"
"He has got Conqueror's Haki?!"
"So what! The New World is full of Conqueror's Haki users, but how many can actually stand against our old man?!"
With a sharp snort, Akira pushed his Conqueror's Haki to an even greater intensity.
Crackle! Crackle!
The dense energy surged forward, laced with streaks of black lightning, closing in on Whitebeard.
"Ugh!"
Whitebeard's eyes widened as his body wavered, his feet grinding back across the ice.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
He stumbled several steps before regaining his footing.
"What?!"
"Impossible!"
"Old man actually lost in a clash of Conqueror's Haki?!"
Both pirates and marines alike gawked in disbelief. For the legendary "strongest man in the world," to falter in a battle of wills against a young upstart was simply unthinkable.
"You brat...!"
But instead of anger, Whitebeard burst into booming laughter. "Gurarararara! Interesting! Truly interesting!"
This kid's Conqueror's Haki... it rivals even Red-Haired Shanks. And the old Whitebeard couldn't unleash all his might.
Time is the greatest enemy to all fighters.
With a resounding clang, Whitebeard hefted his massive naginata, Murakumogiri.
"Kid, it seems you're not all talk. I'll have to take you seriously!"
With a sharp movement, Whitebeard's weapon turned jet black as Armament Haki coated its blade. The crackling intensity of both Armament and Conqueror's Haki entwined along its edge.
Facing him, Akira drew his Black Nichirin Blade from its sheath.
Swish!
The blade, already black, gleamed with an even sharper luster under the influence of Armament Haki. As Akira infused his blade further, it began to glow blood-red, the sinister hue overpowering the darkened steel.
The fiery energy radiating from Akira's sword seemed to absorb all the light from the sky, concentrating it into a blazing inferno along the blade's edge.
From a distance, Aokiji's expression tightened. That blade was a harrowing memory—its slash had inflicted a wound on him that refused to heal, a constant burn even his ice powers couldn't extinguish.
Whitebeard, too, felt the weight of the aura emanating from Akira. It had been years since anyone had forced him to truly fight. The last time was merely a brief exchange with Shanks—a sparring gesture, not a true battle.
But this young warrior stirred something deeper—a sense of pressure and danger reminiscent of his clashes with Roger.
Whitebeard's fighting spirit surged as his resolve solidified. His eyes gleamed red—a sign of heightened Observation Haki.
Boom!
With a thunderous stomp, Whitebeard launched himself at Akira, gripping his Murakumogiri with both hands, ready to strike.
Akira didn't flinch. His blade slashed forward to meet Whitebeard's incoming attack.
BOOM!
The clash of their weapons didn't even require contact. The sheer force of their Conqueror's Haki created an invisible collision, an enormous shockwave tearing through the air.
Crack! Crack!
From the epicenter of their duel, a spherical explosion of pressure expanded outward, pulverizing the ice beneath their feet. Behind Whitebeard, his flagship Moby Dick groaned under the strain, cracks splintering across its hull.
"You brat...!"
Whitebeard's astonishment deepened as his gaze lifted.
"The... the sky itself is splitting!"
All eyes turned upward as the heavens themselves seemed to fracture. The clouds parted violently, rolling away in opposite directions, carved apart by the clash of their Conqueror's Haki.
Witnessing this, Marco's eyes widened in disbelief. "This... can't be real!"
This was the pinnacle of Conqueror's Haki—Conqueror's Infusion, a skill so advanced it allowed attacks to land devastating blows without making physical contact.
In the New World, many wield Conqueror's Haki, but few could release it at will. To take it further, into this elite realm of mastery, was an achievement limited to the absolute strongest.
Marines and pirates alike fell silent, their attention gripped by the battle.
Sengoku, Garp, the Admirals, Mihawk, Doflamingo, and other top-tier combatants—those who understood the true gravity of the technique—watched with solemn expressions.
For someone so young to achieve such a feat... had this kid been training since the womb?!
With the shockwave still echoing, both fighters leaped back, landing on the fractured ice.
Whitebeard shifted his Murakumogiri, its edge now surrounded by a translucent energy sphere—the manifestation of his Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power.
"Ha!"
Whitebeard swung downward, unleashing a seismic shockwave that raced across the ice toward Akira, shattering everything in its path.
Buzz!
In response, Akira formed an enormous sphere of swirling energy in his hand.
"Great Rasengan!"
With a powerful thrust, he hurled the Rasengan at Whitebeard's incoming quake.
BOOM!
The two attacks collided in a cataclysmic explosion, a shockwave reverberating through the battlefield.
Before the dust could even settle, both warriors charged at each other once more, their determination unwavering.
BOOM!
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The clash of weapons resumed with ferocious intensity.
Crack! Crack!
Black lightning burst forth in rapid succession as a terrifying shockwave rippled outwards.
"Impressive, Whitebeard. Even at your age, with your body declining, you still possess such overwhelming power."
"You brat, don't think I'm helpless just because I'm old. Bring out your full strength! Without it, you'll never defeat me."
"Full strength, huh? Honestly, I don't even know where my limit lies. Defeating you isn't my goal. I'm just here to complete a mission," Akira replied calmly as a strange pattern emerged on his forehead.
Boom!
Whitebeard's expression shifted as he sensed the surge of power radiating from the young man.
He swung his massive Murakumogiri towards Akira.
"Sun Breathing: Eleventh Form - Fake Rainbow!"
Swish!
Whitebeard's blade appeared to cleave Akira in half—only to meet thin air. Something was off. The strike lacked the sensation of cutting through flesh. Activating his Observation Haki, Whitebeard detected Akira's presence behind him and quickly turned, thrusting his blade.
"Sun Breathing: Twelfth Form - Flame Dance!"
Akira leapt high into the air, somersaulting as he evaded the attack. With a fiery arc, his blade descended, slashing Whitebeard across the back.
Squelch!
A deep cut opened on Whitebeard's back—his first-ever wound in that area.
"I've always disliked the idea of leaving no wounds on the back. So many great individuals bore scars there, having taken hits to protect others," Akira thought to himself.
"Father!!!"
Whitebeard's crew was stunned, their faces pale with disbelief.
Meanwhile, the Marines erupted in cheers.
"This is great! Whitebeard is injured!"
Sengoku allowed himself a rare moment of relief. His plan had been to let Akira exhaust Whitebeard. If the young Uchiha could also wound him, it was an added bonus. Whitebeard's age and deteriorating health meant he couldn't endure prolonged combat. Once he was sufficiently weakened, the Admirals could finish him off.
"Ugh!"
Whitebeard winced as the wound seared with fiery pain. His defense, reinforced by Armament Haki, hadn't been enough to fully block Akira's blade.
He grimaced. What's with this kid's swordsmanship and blade? Even my Haki couldn't hold up.
Enduring the pain, Whitebeard clenched his fist and retaliated with a quake-infused punch aimed at Akira.
"Crack!"
The air itself shattered as the tremor surged toward Akira.
Boom!
Akira was sent flying backward, crashing into the fortress wall with explosive force.
"Akira!!!" Boa Hancock's eyes widened with worry. She was about to rush over when—Boom!
Akira emerged from the rubble, his clothes slightly disheveled but otherwise unharmed.
"What?!"
Both pirates and Marines stared in disbelief. How could someone take a direct hit from Whitebeard's quake power and emerge unscathed?
"As expected of the world's strongest man. You are indeed formidable," Akira admitted, dusting himself off. "But I suppose it's time for me to get serious."
Being sent flying in front of a global audience bruised his pride. His purpose in fighting Whitebeard wasn't merely personal—it was to engrave the name Uchiha Akira into the annals of history.
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Activating his Mangekyō Sharingan, the tomoe in his eyes shifted, forming a five-pointed star.
"His eyes!"
"What's happening to his eyes?!"
"Look! The pattern in his eyes has changed!"
The transformation, broadcast live across the world, left viewers mesmerized. Even through their screens, many felt as though Akira's gaze could pierce their very souls, forcing them to look away.
Closing his eyes momentarily, Akira formed a single-hand seal. When he reopened them, faint markings appeared around his eyes.
Sage Mode!
As a fan of Naruto, Akira had naturally sought to acquire this incredible ability. Borrowing the technique from Namikaze Minato—Konoha's selfless hero—Akira had learned Sage Mode alongside Rasengan and Flying Thunder God. Minato had willingly taught him, believing in strengthening Konoha's forces and appreciating Akira's invaluable contributions to the village. Of course Akira had used some tricks.
Though there was no formal master-student bond, Akira still respected Minato deeply. After Minato and Kushina's deaths, Akira took care of Naruto, imparting life lessons to the young boy and only stopped because of the village.
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Akira's transformation captivated everyone's attention. Curiosity about his next move was palpable.
"An eye for an eye," Akira murmured, gripping his blade. His voice was calm yet carried immense weight.
"Sun Breathing: First…"
Boom!
The ground beneath him exploded as Akira vanished, reappearing instantaneously in front of Whitebeard.
"So fast!!!"
The sudden burst of speed left everyone stunned. Whitebeard barely had time to react before Akira's blade descended.
"…Form: Dance!"
Whitebeard hastily raised Murakumogiri to block.
Boom!
The impact was devastating. The ground beneath Whitebeard shattered violently as Haki-infused shockwaves radiated outward.
"Ugh!"
Whitebeard grunted as a monstrous force surged through his weapon.
"Argh!"
Whitebeard was sent hurtling backward, crashing through the Moby Dick from bow to stern.
Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.
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"Whitebeard!!..."
"...was sent flying!!!"
Everyone who witnessed this scene was utterly shocked.
Many faces grew grim as they sensed it—Uchiha Akira's speed and strength had risen once again.
"Father!!"
Several pirates immediately rushed forward, eager to help Whitebeard.
"Stand down!!!"
Whitebeard's voice rang out, halting the pirates in their tracks.
Emerging from the hull of another warship, Whitebeard's towering figure came into view. Blood trickled down his forehead.
"Whitebeard is bleeding!!"
Gasps of disbelief rippled through the crowd. The world's strongest man had been wounded again. Was Uchiha Akira truly this powerful?
"What a formidable brat! But my head isn't so easy to take! If you want it, come and claim it!!" Whitebeard spun his naginata, Murakumogiri, with incredible speed before planting it firmly beside him, his voice booming with defiance.
Hearing this, Akira raised his blade high into the air.
Then, with immense force, he slashed downward.
A blazing slash erupted from his blade.
Whoosh—!!!
The frozen ocean split apart, and the colossal warship Moby Dick, the flagship of the Whitebeard Pirates, was cleaved cleanly in two.
A shimmering white quake bubble formed around Whitebeard's naginata as he swung it toward Akira's fiery attack.
Boom—!!!
The flaming slash shattered under the force of Whitebeard's quake.
Yet before the shards of flame dissipated, Akira was already in front of Whitebeard.
The two began exchanging ferocious blows in close combat.
"Sun Breathing: Ninth Form—Sun Halo Dragon Head Dance!!!"
Akira's movements were like a fiery dragon in flight, unleashing a relentless series of high-speed strikes against Whitebeard.
Whitebeard parried with his naginata, but streaks of blood erupted from his body at intervals. Though the wounds weren't deep, the searing pain etched a grimace on even Whitebeard's battle-hardened face.
"Sun Breathing: Twelfth Form—Flame Dance!!!"
Slash!
In a flash, Akira streaked past Whitebeard, leaving a deep cross-shaped wound on his left abdomen.
"Ugh, little brat!!!"
Whoosh!
"Naginata Rasetsu"
Whitebeard surrounded his naginata, the Murakumogiri, with a quake bubble to greatly increase its striking power and rang then he swung his naginata in a wide arc.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The shockwave from his strike shattered the frozen sea into fragments.
"Sun Breathing: Fifth Form—Setting Sun Transformation!"
Akira darted into the air, avoiding Whitebeard's attack with precision, his body flipping midair into an inverted stance.
With a swift horizontal slash, his blade arced downward.
Whitebeard ducked just in time, the blade slicing mere inches above his head.
Seizing the opportunity, Whitebeard lunged forward with a piercing thrust. If it landed, Akira would be impaled.
But with a light step, Akira ascended even higher. This was the Moonwalk, one of the Navy's Six Powers, allowing him to maneuver freely midair.
"Sun Breathing: Seventh Form—Beneficent Radiance!"
Spinning rapidly, Akira descended like a blazing spiral, a fiery vortex hurtling toward Whitebeard faster than he could react.
Slash!
A new gash tore across Whitebeard's chest.
"He wounded him again?!!"
The spectators were in utter disbelief. How many times had Uchiha Akira injured Whitebeard already?
The Navy officers, along with countless viewers watching the broadcast worldwide, were on the edge of their seats.
"So strong!"
"Uchiha Akira is unbelievably strong!!"
This was Whitebeard—the man hailed as the strongest in the world—and yet Akira was overwhelming him almost entirely.
"Where did this monster come from? Such power is unreal," someone murmured in awe.
Even Mihawk gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. Akira's mastery of the blade sent shivers down the spine of the world's greatest swordsman.
"That swordsmanship..." Mihawk thought. "He's reached the pinnacle of sword mastery. If not for this battlefield, I'd challenge him to a duel here and now."
"This is insane…"
Even Doflamingo, usually so composed, wore a grave expression. Though Whitebeard was old, his strength was still that of a living legend. Yet Akira was dominating him.
"Ugh!"
Whitebeard clenched his fists through the pain. A transparent quake bubble materialized around his hand as he struck downward toward Akira.
Whoosh—!!!
"Susanoo!!!"
Akira activated Susanoo, and an enormous, translucent orange skeletal figure enveloped him.
BOOM—!!!
The ice beneath Akira's feet exploded, shards scattering in all directions.
Whitebeard's quake-imbued punch collided with Susanoo, leaving cracks spiderwebbing across its surface.
Crack! Crack!
As the skeletal armor threatened to shatter completely, Akira's Susanoo suddenly extended a massive energy arm.
Whoosh—!!!
The arm clenched into a fist and swung directly at Whitebeard.
Whitebeard raised his naginata to block.
Boom—!!!
"Ugh!"
The sheer force forced Whitebeard back, but he grit his teeth and held his ground. He knew he had to eliminate this threat now.
"This brat... his power surged the moment he activated those strange eyes and markings on his face. Speed, strength... everything. He's surpassing me in every way," Whitebeard thought, his mind racing.
The young Whitebeard might have managed, but in his current state, his stamina was depleting too quickly.
Before he could act, another massive energy arm formed around Akira's Susanoo.
"Damn it!!"
Whitebeard's expression shifted. With both his hands occupied, he couldn't defend himself.
BAM—!!!
The energy fist crashed into Whitebeard, sending him hurtling onto the ice.
"Arrghhh!!!"
Whitebeard roared in pain as his massive frame carved a crater into the ice, which continued to expand.
"Sun Breathing: Sixth Form—Solar Heat Haze!!!"
Akira descended from above, his blade tracing a radiant arc like the sun, aimed directly at Whitebeard's neck.
"Father—!!!"
The pirates screamed in horror, their voices echoing in unison as the world collectively held its breath.
Then, as if time itself froze, Akira's blade stopped—mere inches from Whitebeard's neck.
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