One Piece: Curse of Immortality

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As dawn broke, the fierce battle on the desolate island continued unabated, sending chills down the spines of everyone watching. Marco clenched his fists, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"The island... it's completely split apart!" he exclaimed. "Even the surface soil has been scorched into molten lava by the lightning!"

"What kind of terrifying war is this?"

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the battlefield ahead, their hearts pounding furiously. 

The two figures on the battlefield had been locked in an intense clash for an entire day and night. 

Every second of the fight had been a display of unimaginable power and endurance.

"This level of battle is beyond anything we could have ever imagined," someone murmured.

"To think someone could fight Arashi to this extent…"

"Whitebeard truly lives up to his title as the world's strongest man!"

In Marco's mind, Arashi was already a monster among monsters. Few in this world could match him in a true fight. 

Even during the Ohara incident, when Arashi faced two admirals simultaneously, he held the advantage for most of the battle. 

But this fight against Whitebeard was entirely different—a genuine stalemate. 

The rhythm of their attacks was perfectly synchronized, and their power was evenly matched.

"Dad is injured!" someone suddenly shouted from the crowd, and all eyes widened in shock.

On the island, amidst the chaotic battle, the movements of both fighters paused momentarily.

"Drip…"

A bead of blood fell from Whitebeard's cheek, splashing onto the ground like a crimson flower.

Arashi lowered his blade, his eyes glinting with madness and exhilaration.

"Gurararara!" Whitebeard laughed heartily, wiping the blood from his cheek. 

A sharp slash had grazed the skin below his left eye, narrowly missing his eyeball.

"What a fight! Truly exhilarating!"

Arashi grinned in return, laughing loudly.

"Hahaha! I feel the same! My whole body is trembling with excitement!"

The two locked eyes momentarily, their gazes filled with sharp intensity.

In an instant, Whitebeard's figure blurred as he appeared behind Arashi, his right fist clenched and glowing with a quake's tremor. 

The punch descended with incredible speed, striking the back of Arashi's head.

The shockwave reverberated through his skull, causing his vision to go white. But within moments, his eyes snapped open again, brimming with resolve. 

Lightning surged through his body as he vanished in a flash of thunder.

"Oh?" Whitebeard's eyes gleamed as his fist slammed into the ground, shattering the earth beneath him. 

Without hesitation, he pivoted, crouched slightly, and launched backwards just in time to avoid a lightning spear.

The spear, crackling with black and red lightning, tore through the air, aiming for Whitebeard's forehead.

"What a cunning and sharp kid!" Whitebeard laughed as he reached out with his right hand and caught the spear mid-flight.

"Buzz!"

The black-and-red lightning flickered violently, the spear shifting from extreme motion to complete stillness in Whitebeard's grip.

Arashi's pupils contracted sharply.

It was unfathomable for someone to catch the Spear of Longinus at such speed. How powerful was this man?

"Not many can trade blows with me," Whitebeard said, his laughter booming. 

"Arashi, you're one of them!"

With a flick of his wrist, Whitebeard hurled the spear into the sky, which exploded into countless lightning bolts.

"Your lightning is beautiful," Whitebeard said with a grin. "It reminds me of the most unforgettable fireworks I saw as a child. But!"

Before he finished his sentence, Whitebeard had already closed the distance to Arashi. His punch, simple and direct, struck Arashi square in the abdomen.

"Ugh!"

The impact folded Arashi's body, blood spraying from his mouth. Behind him, the ground shattered like glass. 

But in mere moments, Arashi straightened himself, teeth clenched, his right fist crackling with power.

"Iron Body!"

"Armament Haki: Ryo!"

"Conqueror's Haki: Infusion!"

"2.5 Billion Volts: Thunder Fist!"

His fist surged with black and red lightning, extending nearly 100 meters. 

The electrifying punch, brimming with scorching energy, smashed into Whitebeard's abdomen.

"Guh!"

Whitebeard's massive frame bent under the blow, blood spurting from his mouth. 

The burn marks on his abdomen were visible to the naked eye, and a shockwave erupted from his back, piercing the sky.

For a moment, both men seemed on the brink of collapse. Their breathing halted, their bodies trembling under the strain.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

Whitebeard stumbled back a few steps, leaving bloodstains on the ground. 

Arashi shook his head vigorously, clearing his blurred vision, his chest heaving as he gasped for air.

At this point in the battle, it was a pure, brutal clash—a blow for blow, no evasion, no retreat.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, Arashi threw his head back and laughed, his eyes locking onto Whitebeard.

"Whitebeard! If we keep fighting like this, neither of us will come out on top!"

Whitebeard wiped the blood from his mouth, ignoring the bowl-sized burn wound on his abdomen. 

His body shook, dispersing the electric arcs clinging to him.

"Oh?" He looked at Arashi with a smirk. "So, what do you propose? I haven't had enough fun yet!"

Arashi laughed just as loudly. "Neither have I!"

"How about this!" Arashi's eyes gleamed as he laughed boldly. 

"From this moment on, neither of us will dodge a single attack from the other!"

"The one who remains standing at the end will be the victor!"

Hearing this, Whitebeard's eyes narrowed for a moment before he burst into hearty laughter.

"A head-on clash, huh?"

"Not bad! That's just my style!"

"Then let's do it!"

Whitebeard strode forward, closing the gap between them until they stood a mere meter apart. Their gazes locked with unyielding intensity.

"From this moment onward!" Whitebeard declared. "Whoever dodges even a single punch is no more than a second-rate fighter!"

Arashi laughed loudly. "Agreed!"

The sudden change in the terms of the fight left the onlookers in stunned silence, exchanging uneasy glances. 

But soon, their faces grew solemn as the weight of the challenge dawned on them. 

This was no ordinary contest—every attack must be endured head-on, flesh against fist.

It was a brutal test of physical endurance, stamina, and sheer willpower. Any weakness, however slight, would spell defeat.

At the same time, this arrangement showcased both fighters' incredible confidence in their strength.

"Whoosh!"

A gust of wind swept through the battlefield, stirring the tattered remains of their clothing. 

Their bodies bore countless wounds from the relentless combat, with barely a patch of unscathed skin remaining.

"You go first, Arashi!" Whitebeard crossed his arms and planted his bisento, Murakumogiri, firmly into the ground beside him, a confident grin on his face.

Without hesitation, Arashi sheathed his long blade and clenched his fist. Then, without delay, he delivered a punch straight to Whitebeard's face.

Black-and-red lightning crackled violently as the punch landed, sending a wave of energy that darkened the sky for miles.

"To have such overwhelming Haki after fighting this long… This man is a monster!" Diamond Jozu exclaimed in awe.

Haki, strength, and Devil Fruit powers depended heavily on physical stamina. 

Once stamina was depleted, even using Haki would become a daunting task.

The moment Arashi's fist connected, a deafening boom echoed across the battlefield. A fierce gust of wind swept outward, carrying debris into the distance.

Whitebeard's massive frame trembled violently, his head ringing from the impact as though it would explode. 

The confidence on his face vanished momentarily, his pupils seeming to lose focus. 

But he quickly forced himself to recover, a shockwave rippling outward from his body as he steadied himself with a determined stance.

"Phew!" Whitebeard exhaled, his voice firm. "That was one hell of a punch, kid!" His eyes blazed with newfound determination.

"Your turn!" Arashi replied with a faint smile, crossing his arms confidently.

This exchange seemed almost playful to the onlookers, but they knew better. 

This was a battle of pride, will, and the burning ambition to prove oneself the strongest. 

They also understood this wasn't a fight to the death but a contest fueled by mutual respect and the fire of battle.

Even so, killing each other wasn't entirely off the table—and it wouldn't be easy.

"I won't hold back, not even a little, kid!" Whitebeard growled as he clenched his massive right fist, nearly as large as Arashi's head.

Blood trickled down his golden hair, staining his face—a testament to the heavy damage from Arashi's earlier punch.

"Pop!"

A quake bubble formed around Whitebeard's fist, the power of the Gura Gura no Mi swirling violently. 

His furious gaze locked onto Arashi as he swung his fist downward with devastating force.

Boom!

The punch slammed into Arashi's head with earth-shattering power, causing his vision to blur and his body to collapse to the ground with a resounding crash.

"Crack-crack-crack!"

The blow drove Arashi's head into the earth, shattering the ground around them and sending shockwaves rippling toward the sea. 

It was a full-powered quake punch with no restraint or hesitation.

"Arashi!" Crocodile's eyes widened in alarm; his fists clenched tightly as the tension filled the air.

The dust and debris cleared, revealing Arashi's figure. Staggering and bloodied, he slowly rose to his feet, his face a mask of crimson.

"I almost… died there!" he muttered hoarsely, standing tall once more.

Grinning, he tore off his tattered shirt, revealing his heavily scarred yet imposing physique.

"Well then…" he said, his voice laced with excitement. "It's my turn now!"

Arashi's eyes gleamed with a wild glint as he prepared his next move.

The Gura Gura no Mi's quaking power was unmatched in its ability to break through defences and deal devastating, genuine damage. 

But Arashi's fists were no less fearsome—capable of levelling entire towns with a single blow.

"Bring it on, Arashi!" Whitebeard roared, crossing his arms again.

Despite his bravado, the seriousness in Whitebeard's expression betrayed the weight he placed on the coming attack. 

Even he didn't know how many more punches he could endure. Arashi crouched, gathering power in his legs as he leapt high into the air. 

His right fist clenched tightly, surging with black-and-red lightning that distorted the space around it. 

Invisible shockwaves rippled outward, twisting the air with their intensity.

Grinning maniacally, Arashi descended like a meteor, his fist aimed directly at Whitebeard.

Whitebeard's eyes widened, his heart pounding as he realized—Arashi was adding momentum by diving.

Before he could react further, the devastating punch filled his vision, growing larger with terrifying speed.

"Fist of Destruction: Dimensional Strike!"

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