CHAPTER 46

"Hahahaha…"

Roger's boisterous laughter echoed through the battlefield.

"This place… the New World… really didn't disappoint me!"

His eyes gleamed with excitement, and his grip tightened around his Western blade, Ace.

Since entering the New World, the Roger Pirates had fought countless powerful foes.

But monsters like Ayr?

Roger had only met two:

One was Garp, a Marine whose sheer strength and willpower rivaled his own.

And the other—

Was Ayr.

Roger had assumed Ayr was a Devil Fruit user—yet his physical prowess was on par with the strongest warriors alive.

Most Devil Fruit users focused entirely on mastering their abilities, often neglecting their physical training.

But Ayr?

He had pushed both to monstrous levels.

Roger's Enthusiasm vs. Ayr's Annoyance

Ayr looked at Roger, expressionless.

"This guy… he's just like Garp."

Both of them got excited when they met an opponent who could keep up with them in battle.

Still, Ayr had to admit—Roger was among the strongest men he had ever fought since setting out to sea.

Roger chuckled.

"You're strong, Ayr. But now—"

His aura intensified.

"I'll fight you with 100% of my spirit!"

Ayr raised an eyebrow.

"Tch… shouldn't you be fighting that lunatic Charlotte Linlin instead?"

But before Ayr could say anything—

Roger attacked first.

The Battle Rages On

Roger's swordsmanship was unpredictable, his attacks coming at blinding speed.

Each strike carried devastating force, pushing Ayr's defenses to the limit.

However—

Ayr's Kurama Chakra Mode had heightened his perception and reflexes to an insane level.

With Observation Haki, Roger's movements seemed slowed down, each attack appearing in crystal-clear detail in Ayr's mind.

Because of this—

He could deflect every single blow.

"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!!!"

Their blades clashed relentlessly, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.

Roger's Realization

Roger suddenly paused, his expression shifting to one of genuine shock.

"You…" He narrowed his eyes. "What's going on? Your swordsmanship… it's improving!"

As a Great Swordsman, Roger had honed his instincts to an absurd degree.

He could sense even the smallest changes in his opponent's skill.

And right now—

Ayr's swordsmanship had noticeably sharpened since the start of their battle.

It was a subtle change, but undeniable.

"He's evolving… in the middle of a life-or-death fight?"

Roger's grip tightened.

"That's just ridiculous!"

Ayr, on the other hand, seemed unfazed.

"Huh…? Really?"

He hadn't even noticed his own improvement.

Roger shook his head, grinning.

"You… You're a damn monster, Ayr."

In all his years, Roger had rarely encountered people who could grow stronger mid-battle.

But Ayr?

His talent and rate of progression were downright terrifying.

"Improving swordsmanship in the middle of combat… and against an opponent like me?!"

"This guy is something else."

The Fight Reaches Its Peak

The battle intensified, both warriors pushing each other to their absolute limits.

The ground beneath them shattered, their auras clashing violently as they entered a state of total combat focus.

Then—

Roger's expression hardened.

He lightly shifted his stance, his body becoming weightless as his aura skyrocketed.

"This next move… will end it!"

His Haki surged, engulfing his sword in unimaginable power.

"Divine Departure!!!" (Kamusari!!!)

With explosive speed, Roger lunged forward, his sword carrying the destructive force of a hurricane.

But Ayr—

Didn't hesitate.

His hands flew into motion, chakra erupting around him.

"Then take this—Planetary Rasengan!!!"

Ayr roared, raising his arm.

The very air trembled.

The atmosphere twisted, natural energy spiraling chaotically around Ayr's palm.

A massive Rasengan materialized—so large it dwarfed Ayr himself.

Then—

Three additional Rasengans formed around it, orbiting like satellites.

The sheer energy radiating from the technique distorted the sky, creating a massive vortex of swirling dark clouds.

Even Roger felt a shiver.

"What kind of insane ability is this?!"

But there was no time to think.

Because—

They both charged.

The Ultimate Clash

"COME!!!"

Ayr lunged forward, Rasengan in hand.

Roger met him head-on, slamming his blade down with full force.

Then—

"BOOOOOOM!!!"

The world exploded.

The impact sent a massive shockwave across the battlefield.

The Roger Pirates were blown back, some barely managing to stay on their feet.

The ocean itself trembled, monstrous waves rising hundreds of meters high.

The sky roared, lightning splitting the heavens apart.

In the heart of the battlefield—

A massive crater had formed, the ground obliterated beyond recognition.

Dust and debris filled the air, the entire island looking like a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

The Aftermath

The Roger Pirates were stunned.

"This… This isn't a fight."

"This is a battle between gods!"

One crew member gulped, his hands trembling.

"I used to think… one day we could challenge the Rocks Pirates."

"But after seeing this…"

He clenched his fists.

"The gap between us and them… is terrifying!"

Even some of the stronger crew members remained silent, processing the sheer insanity of what they had just witnessed.

Then—

A voice cut through the destruction.

"What a terrifying ability, Ayr."

The dust settled, revealing Roger, standing tall.

His shirt was in tatters, revealing his battle-scarred muscles.

He patted off the dirt, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"To think… you could resist my full power and not even fall behind!"

He chuckled, eyes burning with admiration.

"You really are something else."

But deep down—

Roger couldn't help but think:

"If Ayr is this strong…"

"Then just how terrifying is Rocks D. Xebec himself?"

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