Facing the simultaneous stares of two top-tier warriors in midair, Ren Takashi grinned with excitement.
"Kizaru, Garp… let me show you something interesting."
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the enchanted dagger in his hand!
A dazzling blue crack sliced through the air with a screeching sound as the thousand blades of the Demon Sword shattered into countless fragments, levitating in the air.
From within them, a massive silver serpent formed—its pupils vertical and glowing with primal life force.
BOOM!!!
Second Form of the Demon Sword: Thousand Blades!
Harnessing the power of lightning, Armament Haki's internal destruction, and the deadly refinement of the Demon Sword, Ren Takashi unleashed all the combat techniques he had honed—now presented before the world in one overwhelming form.
With a thunderous roar, the silver python—stretching several dozen meters long—opened its blood-drenched maw and launched a terrifying charge straight at Garp and Kizaru. Thunder boomed across the sky in its wake.
Garp clenched his fist. Waves of dense Armament Haki surged from his body as he met the serpent head-on with a force unmatched by any living man.
Back in the day, he had chased the Pirate King Roger across the seas with his Iron Fist. Why would he fear a mere beast now?
Kizaru, in contrast, wore a grave expression.
"Ren Takashi… I won't let you leave today!!"
"Ten-Kuro Sakura Cloud Sword!"
With no more holding back, Kizaru gripped his golden lightsaber. His Observation Haki locked onto a weak point in the python's enormous form, and in a flash, he darted forward at light speed.
"Wrath of the Thunder Dragon!!" Ren's eyes gleamed with ferocity as he shouted.
"Damn it!!!"
Kizaru gritted his teeth, raising his sword to block. His slender figure was forced to retreat again and again, leaving deep trenches in the ground.
This was no longer a calm duel—this was a storm of violence. Wherever the python's tail passed, the wind howled and the earth split.
The three fighters clashed in midair, releasing titanic waves of energy. Within a radius of a thousand meters, the battlefield became a death zone.
Even the shockwaves alone could kill pirates with bounties over a hundred million.
For Ren Takashi, facing two naval legends simultaneously was the most exhilarating battle he'd ever had since setting sail.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Garp's face was fierce, his fists punching so fast they left trails in the air.
Ren matched him, continuously feeding Armament Haki into the giant python.
In a war of attrition, he was unbeatable.
If only he had mastered Conqueror's Coating… he could've killed this old man outright!
As the battle dragged on, Garp began to feel a growing sense of dread. To control such a massive beast and activate multiple abilities should consume tremendous stamina… yet Ren Takashi showed no signs of slowing down. If anything, he was growing stronger.
What was this monster?!?
"Kizaru! Pin him down! Let's kill this beast!!" Garp roared, then launched himself like a cannonball into the sky.
He charged an attack wrapped in dense Armament Haki—stronger than any of his previous strikes.
But—
Ren Takashi raised his arm calmly.
The gigantic python inhaled deeply, as if attempting to swallow the entire sky.
It bellowed with a thunderous, draconic roar.
CRACK—BOOM!!!
Every golden energy blast in the sky exploded midair, engulfing the heavens in flame.
And then—
"Ren Takashi, die for me!!"
"Fist of Tremor!!"
Black and red streams of energy swirled around Garp's body.
This was his famed technique. He'd used it to crush countless infamous pirates. It was the mark of a true master!
BOOM!!!
The instant they clashed, a deafening explosion echoed through the sky, sending out visible shockwaves in every direction.
The very ground split in layers.
Judicial Island's buildings crumbled one by one, turning into ruins.
Everything was obliterated—nothing could stop this destruction.
Ren Takashi walked slowly forward, the massive python slithering beside him.
"YOU…!"
Kizaru could no longer contain himself. His usual calm shattered.
So this was what Garp had been fighting against?!
Was this some kind of cruel joke?
"If you two are done… then it's my turn now."
Ren gripped the hilt of the Demon Sword. Half of the scattered blades reassembled into a complete sword.
The remaining shards spun rapidly, transforming into hundreds of smaller serpents several meters long.
Kizaru didn't fear the snakes—but the condensed power of Dragon Horns and Lightning within them.
Even he wouldn't underestimate it lightly.
Ren smiled darkly. "Your turn, Kizaru."
He launched into the air, soaring dozens of meters high.
"Lion's Chikiriyaki!!"
A golden aura enveloped him, fusing with blinding silver lightning.
Zzzzt—Zzzzt!
His sword's energy ripped through the ground, carving terrifying trails into the earth.
"Th-This… this is the Golden Lion's swordsmanship!!!"
Kizaru's face twisted in tension.
He had no time to think. He drew his own blade, infusing it with the power of the Glint-Glint Fruit and Armament Haki.
He deflected strike after strike, but each blow forced him back.
His sword hand trembled.
"BREAK!!!"
Eyes bloodshot, Kizaru poured everything into one final block.
Just as he caught a breath of relief…
His Observation Haki flared with alarm.
He turned—just in time to see Ren's cruel grin.
A devastating slash was already flying toward him.
Kizaru's expression froze. His haki trembled violently.
He could feel death approaching.
BOOM!!!
Under the enormous force, Kizaru fell like a meteor.
He smashed into the earth, forming a massive crater. Dust and debris erupted skyward.
"KIZARU!!"
Garp's face filled with horror. He tried to rush to aid him—
But hundreds of serpents swarmed in like maggots, blocking him at every turn.
Even if he destroyed them, they simply reformed and attacked again.
The only options were to kill Ren Takashi… or wait for him to exhaust his power.
But every time Garp struck, Ren would teleport away, leaving no target.
Even more disturbing—
Ren was like a perpetual engine, with endless energy.
Garp was truly on the verge of collapse. He had never fought such a maddening battle.
Kizaru… may the gods help you.
Ren cast Garp a casual glance but had no interest in wasting more time with the old man.
"Found you!"
His gaze locked onto a crumbling section of the ruins.
"Cough… cough…"
From the dust, Kizaru—now flickering as golden particles—escaped in retreat.
His aura had diminished dramatically.
He couldn't believe it—injured… by a brat who hadn't even been at sea for a year?
BOOM!!!
Suddenly, a dozen clones of Kizaru appeared in the sky.
Ren narrowed his eyes.
It was Eight Shaku Sacred Jewels again?
Was this all a Navy Admiral had?
Kizaru's tricks were nearly exhausted… but he still had one trump card left.
Rumble… rumble…
The Demon Sword began to tremble, as if urging Ren onward.
Now—no more hesitation.
He didn't even need to move. But if he did…
He would defeat Kizaru with lightning.
Ren inhaled deeply. All his power surged forth and poured into the Demon Sword.
Kizaru truly terrified him.
"Kizaru! Take my ultimate move!!"
Ren's gaze locked onto his opponent.
The Demon Sword swung—brimming with killing intent.