Chapter 118: The Island Splits Apart!

The arena, a new battleground.

"BOOM!!!"

Gurd and Katakuri charged at each other, fists infused with Armament Haki colliding with tremendous force, sending shockwaves rippling across the stage.

Their blazing gazes locked in combat!

If they maintained Groudon Form and Future Sight, the battle would stretch endlessly until one of them collapsed.

But a war of attrition held no meaning for either of them—so they both understood the unspoken signal.

Katakuri shed his disguise, revealing his true self to Gurd and abandoning Future Sight.

Gurd responded in kind, withdrawing Groudon Form, committing to a pure contest of strength and Haki.

Only by stepping out of their comfort zones could they move forward!

"RAAAH!!!"

Gurd's eyes blazed with fury, his muscles steaming as explosive power erupted from his body. He deflected Katakuri's punch and drove his own fist straight into Katakuri's left cheek!

A direct hit!

Katakuri's head snapped back, the struck area coated in Armament Haki. Veins bulged along his neck as he forcibly straightened his head against Gurd's fist.

"Square Mochi!"

The next instant, a block-like iron fist smashed into Gurd's face!

"GRAAH!!!"

Both men roared like demons, attacking relentlessly. Every punch they landed was met with a counterblow, each trading damage without hesitation.

Blood splattered across the ground!

The Underworld Emperors and Totto Land's ministers crawled up from below, peeking over the edge to witness the brutal duel.

"They've changed their fighting style!"

Though the reason was unclear, the intensity of the battle hadn't diminished—if anything, it had grown even fiercer.

Flesh met flesh as wounds visibly accumulated on both fighters, the battle escalating with every passing moment.

"Super Strength Mochi!"

"Cliff Sword!"

A colossal Awakened fist surged forward, only to be impaled by a pillar of molten rock erupting from the ground. In a blinding explosion, the mochi arm shattered into fragments.

"Guh!"

Katakuri grunted. In his Awakened state, his arms were extensions of his body—though they couldn't truly be injured, the pain of their destruction remained.

Yet, such agony couldn't shake his resolve.

More and more doughnut rings materialized!

"Mochi Cluster Ballad!"

Countless block-shaped arms shot out from the rings, launching a relentless assault on Gurd, leaving afterimages in their wake!

"RAAAGH!!!"

"Spike Armor!"

Gurd curled up like an armadillo, encasing himself in crimson plating as jet-black spikes infused with Armament Haki jutted out from his shell.

An absolute defensive stance!

The moment Katakuri's mochi fists struck, spikes harder than steel tenfold pierced straight through them.

All the mochi arms disintegrated, but the force still sent Gurd hurtling to the edge of the arena.

"Spike Lava Chariot!"

Gurd's body glowed red, his surface shimmering like molten lava—even his spikes turned a searing orange.

His coiled form spun violently, charging toward Katakuri at blinding speed!

A straightforward attack—even without Future Sight, Katakuri could easily evade it. But when he tried to counter, his fist was scorched and deflected.

Untouchable!

Gurd spun rapidly, circling halfway around the arena before charging at Katakuri again, leaping high into the air as he closed in.

Katakuri panted heavily, drawing his trident from his wrist and thrusting it skyward at Gurd with full force.

"Mochi Thrust!"

"Screech~ Zzzzzz~~"

The trident struck the spinning Gurd, sending sparks flying everywhere!

But in the next instant, the rotating spiked chariot suddenly unfurled—Gurd's coiled body expanded like the gaping maw of a beast, lunging down to "devour" Katakuri!

"What?!"

Katakuri's expression twisted in shock. This sudden transformation clearly defied his expectations, but his combat instincts kicked in immediately.

He still held his weapon!

The trident stabbed toward Gurd's chest!

"Ugh!"

Gurd twisted his body, the trident piercing through his abdomen. With a grunt, he continued his descent, his arched form "swallowing" Katakuri beneath him into his torso.

His muscles contracted violently, crushing Katakuri within his grasp.

"Crack!"

The sound of snapping bones was unmistakable.

"Guh—!"

Katakuri vomited blood, countless bones shattered in his body. Compressed into a ball, he couldn't muster any strength.

It was like being trapped in a shrinking box.

But Gurd wasn't done yet—spikes extended from his body, impaling Katakuri from within!

"Hell Prison Iron Maiden!"

"AAAAAHHHH!!!"

Screams echoed as blood gushed from Gurd's coiled form.

Time seemed to freeze.

"Brother Katakuri!"

Just as everyone thought Katakuri had lost, a bloody mass of mochi squeezed through the gaps, slithering away like a serpent.

"Huff… Huff…"

Katakuri reverted to human form, kneeling on one knee as he gasped for breath. His body was riddled with bloody holes, his entire form dyed crimson.

Gurd unfurled himself, staggering to his feet. A trident was lodged deep in his bleeding abdomen, only the hilt visible. Behind him, the weapon's tip dripped blood incessantly.

"Tch!"

Gurd yanked out the trident and tossed it aside.

His eyes burned with fury.

Compared to his condition, Katakuri was far worse off—severely wounded and losing blood fast. The next move would decide everything.

Gurd's gaze turned icy. Four razor-sharp claws extended from his right hand, while the "Ω" pattern on his backplate glowed like flowing magma.

The charge was complete!

Though he only had one arm, he didn't know how much power he could unleash—but one thing was certain: this strike would end the fight.

"It's over, Katakuri!"

"Agreed."

Katakuri's eyes gleamed red, his entire body radiating a bloody heatwave like a demon crawling back from hell.

The two strode toward each other, passing shoulder-to-shoulder before reaching opposite ends of the arena. Then, they turned simultaneously.

No words were needed.

Both charged at full speed.

Katakuri's right arm swelled grotesquely, his elbow bristling with spikes like a Spiked Club, all his Haki concentrated into the limb.

Gurd raised his claw—the magma-like patterns blazing with scorching brilliance, as though he wielded a Cliff Sword.

"OOOOHHH!!!"

"AAAAHHH!!!"

"Slash Cut Mochi!"

"Cliff Sword Split!"

With a blinding white light, the battle came to an end. The Arena, along with the mountain beneath it, split into two halves, the massive fissure stretching all the way to both ends of the island.

The island had split apart!

At the center of the battlefield, Katakuri lay beside the enormous fissure.

Gurd stood nearby.

Winner: Gurd.