deltrittennovels Chapter 139: The Ice with a Broken Leg, the Bloodstained Magma
Chapter 139: The Ice with a Broken Leg, the Bloodstained Magma
"It's over."
Chen Ye's voice was soft, yet it was like a needle, precisely piercing into Garp's mind, which was currently filled with self-doubt.
His neck cracked as he slowly turned, following Chen Ye's gaze to stare intently at the battlefield shrouded in lava and ice.
yes...
It's over.
A ten-day, ten-night battle to the death.
Punk Hazard is no longer an island.
Half of it was a fiery inferno, with churning lava, distorted air, and even the sky seemed to have been burned to a dark red.
The other half is a millennia-old glacier, with biting winds and towering icebergs; every breath you take feels like a knife.
At the boundary between ice and fire, two indistinguishable fleshy outlines are engaged in their final showdown.
Sakazuki and Kuzan.
They were already at their last gasp.
His domineering aura had long been exhausted; his physical strength and spirit had been completely drained.
Sakazuki was covered in blood, with large patches of skin frostbitten and a frightening bluish-purple hue.
The left side of his body was almost covered in frost, and his breath was filled with white mist.
But those eyes burned with a madness.
The undying flames of karma in hell.
The fire was locked tightly around the man opposite.
His sense of justice is unshakeable.
In comparison, Kuzan's condition is much worse.
His body was covered in horrific burns from the lava, his charred flesh torn and twisted.
He leaned on an ice skate, panting frantically, sweat and blood mingling and streaming down his face.
What's worse, his usually lazy eyes were now filled with exhaustion.
His resolve was clearly not as firm as Akainu's!
That light of justice that belonged to Aokiji, tinged with a hint of laziness and confusion, had now dimmed to its lowest point, leaving only endless exhaustion and a wavering that even he himself had not noticed.
One was willing to burn everything for his beliefs, while the other's beliefs were clearly insufficient.
The outcome was already predetermined.
Chen Ye's judgment was frighteningly accurate.
Garp's fists were clenched so tightly at his sides that they turned white, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged as if they were about to burst.
He could feel Kuzan's aura decreasing.
It kept falling.
That lazy apprentice, yet one who held firm to his principles...
We're going to lose.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
Kuzan roared to the sky, as if trying to shout out the last bit of wavering in his heart.
He unleashed all the remaining strength in one breath.
"The Ice Age—!!!"
Click.
Click click click.
A visible, deep blue chill swept outwards from him in all directions.
This is not ordinary ice.
This is the power that allows the fruit to permanently alter the landscape after it awakens.
The earth is freezing.
The air is condensing.
The scalding magma cooled rapidly, turning into black stone, and was then completely swallowed by thick ice.
The volcanic ash in the sky froze in mid-air, turning into ice blocks that fell down.
He intended to use this final blow to bury the entire island, along with his opponents, in eternal ice!
This was his last struggle.
It was also his last moment of pride as a naval admiral.
Facing this all-consuming cold current, Sakazuki's face, frozen blue and purple, twisted into a distorted smile.
"How naive! Kuzan!!!"
He let out a wild roar, and instead of retreating, he charged forward, facing the icy chill that bound the world.
"Your sense of justice is as soft and yielding as your ice!!!"
boom!!!
A surge of magma, hotter and more frenzied than ever before, exploded from his body.
He is now like a moving, active volcano.
"Meteor Volcano!!!"
"Kinniku Guren!!!"
Sakazuki combined his two trump cards together.
boom.
boom.
boom.
The sky was instantly dyed a blood-red, apocalyptic color.
Hundreds and thousands of enormous lava fists, trailing long fiery tails, crashed down from the sky.
Their target is not Kuzan.
It's the ice spreading beneath Kuzan's feet.
At the same time, Sakazuki's right arm transformed into a ferocious magma dog head, its fangs flailing and radiating heat capable of melting steel, as it lunged at Kuzan's body.
This is a clash of wills.
It is the final battle between "complete justice" and "confused justice".
next second.
Ice and fire collided in the very center of the battlefield.
No sound.
A moment of deathly silence.
then.
Boom!
An indescribable energy exploded.
The white light swallowed everything.
That's a storm created by ice and fire evaporating at extreme temperatures, canceling each other out.
The shockwave turned into white air currents that spread outwards in concentric circles.
The mountain was leveled.
The ice was crushed.
The lava was hurled into the sky.
The entire island of Punk Hazard trembled violently under this force, emitting mournful cries, as if it were about to fall apart and sink into the sea at any moment.
White steam mixed with black volcanic ash shot into the sky, turning into a mushroom cloud larger than a nuclear bomb, covering the entire sky.
The world has lost its sound and its color.
On the mountaintop!
He stared intently at the vast white battlefield, his eyes bloodshot.
"Kuzan..."
A roar escaped from his throat.
He wanted to rush over.
But its two feet were stuck to the ground, and it couldn't move.
This was their own choice.
A duel fought with life and dignity.
He has no right to interfere.
The feeling of watching two of your naval admirals fight each other while you can't do anything about it is worse than being cut by a knife.
Time seemed to slow down.
I don't know how much time has passed.
The thick steam and volcanic ash that had blotted out the sky finally began to dissipate.
The outline of the battlefield gradually became clear.
Karp stopped breathing.
His pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.
The steam dissipated.
The scene inside was a picture of hell.
awful.
The lake that was torn apart by ice and fire is gone.
It turned into a deeper and bigger pit.
The edge of the pit was half charred black crystals and half broken ice.
The center of the pit.
Kuzan knelt on the ground.
He kept his head down, his curly hair hanging down in a mess, covering his face.
Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth and from countless wounds on his body, pooling beneath him.
And his left leg...
From below the knees...
Empty!
It wasn't severed, but rather burned to nothingness along with bones, flesh, and meridians by some even hotter force! At the charred break, there was still a sizzling sound of blue smoke rising, the residual heat of the magma burning his carbonized bones!
Ice with a broken leg.
Blood-stained lava.
And opposite Kuzan, Sakazuki was still standing.
He stood up after all.
But his victory was not easy.
His left side, from his shoulder to his calf, was completely covered by a thick layer of ice, radiating a chill.
That Justice Coat, the highest-ranking combatant in the navy, was tattered into strips, stained with blood and filth so that its original color was unrecognizable.
He gasped for breath, each exhale bringing with it a puff of blood mist.
He won.
They won this life-or-death struggle concerning their beliefs and future in an extremely brutal way.
Sakazuki dragged his badly injured body step by step to Kuzan, who was kneeling on one knee.
He looked down at his former colleague, the man he had fought with for ten days and ten nights, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
"Your justice is too soft, Kuzan."
His voice was hoarse and husky, yet it carried an unyielding force that left no room for argument.
This is the victor's verdict on the loser.
Kuzan's body trembled slightly, but he didn't look up or say anything.
He lost.
What he lost was not just this duel, not just the position of marshal, but also the justice he had upheld for half his life... that was crumbling.
Sakazuki gave him one last cold look, without saying another word or striking him.
For him, Kuzan is no longer a threat.
A loser who has lost even his own beliefs is not qualified to be his opponent.
He turned around, dragging his equally tattered body, leaving bloody footprints with each step, and limped away towards the other side of the island.
He won the position of marshal.
They also won this protracted battle for "justice".
That lonely, tragic figure, against the backdrop of intertwined ice and fire, evoked an indescribable feeling.
And... desolation.