《One Piece: Magma of Absolute》Chapter 53: Roger vs. Sakazuki
Roger bared his teeth in a wild grin, greeting Sakazuki with the same reckless cheer as ever—completely unfazed by the carnage around them.
But Sakazuki didn't bother to reply. The magma blade in his hands pulsed with even greater force.
Seeing this, Roger's smile faded, his grip tightening.
VMMM—!
A blinding white light erupted between them.
BOOM!!!
A titanic explosion tore outward from their clash, obliterating everything in its wake. When the light finally faded, all that remained was scorched earth—and the two men, now standing a hundred meters apart.
Sakazuki summoned his power. His skin glowed a molten red, streams of magma pulsing beneath the surface. Golden light blazed from his eyes, waves of heat rolling off his body.
Red Lotus Mode—activated.
He spun his magma blade, then gripped it with both hands. With a thunderous step, his back erupted with explosive force, launching him at Roger.
One hundred meters vanished in an instant.
The blade came crashing down, vents along his shoulders and elbows spewing searing heat that fueled the blow.
CLANG!
CLANG!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!...
Steel rang against steel, their weapons moving so fast they left afterimages in the air. Sword and blade collided in a storm of sparks, shockwaves blasting trenches across the battlefield—crisscrossing scars that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Unlike Sakazuki's stoic, stone-faced focus, Roger never lost his roguish swagger.
CLANG!
After another thunderous clash, Roger snorted, a teasing glint in his eye.
"Try not to die on me, Marine."
Divine Departure!
He gripped his blade with both hands. His biceps bulged, sleeves straining to contain them. The Supreme Grade sword in his hands—Ace—was wreathed in spiraling Conqueror's Haki.
He swung down with all his might.
Sakazuki stood his ground, magma blade raised to meet the blow.
CLANG!
A force of pure destruction surged through the air. The Armament Haki coating Sakazuki's blade shattered in moments.
CRACK!
A black crescent of sword energy split the magma blade and hurtled forward.
Sakazuki's pupils shrank to pinpricks.
BOOM!
The black slash ripped through the sky like a meteor, annihilating everything in its path. It struck a distant mountain and sheared off half its peak.
Roger rested his sword on his shoulder, glancing left and right.
"Hmm. Dodged it, huh?"
He didn't seem bothered, flashing his signature grin as he looked toward the outskirts of town—where a fresh Darons Kingdom army was arriving.
He strode forward, but the moment his foot touched the ground—
His leg sank into the earth.
The ground around Roger—a hundred meters in every direction—began to writhe and churn. Magma surged up in an endless torrent, boiling furiously.
BOOM!
A pillar of magma, a hundred meters wide, exploded from the depths, wrapped in thick black smoke, rocketing toward the clouds. The earth cracked and split, unable to withstand the eruption.
High above, the magma column burst in the shadowed sky, raining molten fire down on the ruined town.
For a moment, it seemed as if a flash of light streaked through the chaos—an illusion to most. But Sakazuki, fused within the magma, knew better.
A single slash of energy cleaved the magma pillar in two.
Roger stood tall, only his clothes slightly singed. He drove his blade downward, both hands gripping the hilt, plunging it into the magma.
RUMBLE!
The earth split in two, a yawning chasm opening beneath his feet and stretching to the horizon. The magma below was thrown into chaos, its eruption stifled.
Beneath the surface, Sakazuki gathered his power. The town above was a vision of hell—drowned in molten rock.
Under his control, the magma spun and twisted, surging toward Roger. Lava tornadoes formed, one after another, encircling him in a tightening, burning spiral.
But Roger barely broke a sweat. Each tornado he met with a single, devastating slash—scattering them with ease. Yet they kept coming, layer after layer, relentless and maddening.
After cutting down several more, impatience flashed in Roger's eyes—a savage glint.
He turned his gaze to the Darons Kingdom guard unit outside town, his voice a thunderous roar.
Divine Departure!!
A black crescent slash, over three hundred meters long, swept across the battlefield, aimed straight at the oncoming soldiers.
The magma writhed—Sakazuki's form solidified in front of the attack. He slammed both hands to the ground.
Precipice Sword!
A colossal molten blade, equally massive, erupted from the earth. Coated in Armament Haki, it rose to meet Roger's attack head-on.
BOOM!!!
The collision unleashed a torrent of energy, obliterating everything in its radius.
But Sakazuki stood his ground, letting the explosion rip through his body. Magma surged to heal the wounds instantly. He wasn't refusing to move—he simply didn't need to.
Roger appeared nearby, Conqueror's Haki locking onto Sakazuki. His blade was wreathed in that kingly aura, poised to strike again. His eyes blazed with brutality, his face the mask of a demon.
He glared at Sakazuki.
"So, you've finally stopped running, huh, Marine brat?"
Sakazuki met his gaze, voice cold and mocking.
"Is swinging your blade at the weak all you're good for, you sea scum?"
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