In Frozen Hell, a biting wind howled.
Ivankov, transformed into her female form, leaped out from the secret entrance of New Okama Paradise.
But before she could land safely on the forest floor, the snow-covered clearing beneath her feet suddenly softened.
Delicate snowflakes transformed into heavy, pliable clay.
Whoosh—
white clay shot into the sky like a fountain.
Storm's figure emerged directly in Ivankov's path.
'Now!'
Ivankov locked onto Storm's position and blinked violently.
"DEATH WINK!"
Seizing the instant Storm appeared, Ivankov unleashed a fierce blast of wind that tore through the air at terrifying speed.
The Clay-Clay Fruit was, after all, a Paramecia, not a Logia.
Even if Storm's ability had awakened, he couldn't possibly remain in a fully "clay-like state" at all times… right?
Under Ivankov's focused gaze, the shockwave struck Storm dead-on.
BOOM!
The explosion was deafening.
Storm's newly formed body shattered, blasted into countless fragments.
White clay mixed with the shockwave and scattered across the frozen ground.
"Success!?"
Surprise and joy flickered across Ivankov's face.
But in the very next moment, the ground where Storm's fragments fell began to change.
Under the influence of an unseen force, the forest floor was rapidly assimilated.
In just a few breaths, the entire area—earth, snow, and trees alike—had been transformed into clay.
Trees that had stood for countless years melted and reshaped, losing all trace of their original form.
Unscathed, Storm reappeared in the center of the clearing.
He looked up at the Okama King hovering in mid-air and calmly raised a hand.
The clay-transformed forest surged upward.
A sea of clay trees rose into the sky.
Each one stretched over ten meters long, its trunk thicker than a man's embrace.
Countless clay trees converged, weaving together into a dense, white net.
The sheer visual pressure was suffocating.
Ivankov stared down at the approaching sea and drew a deep breath.
Then her body suddenly curled inward.
Her arms hugged her calves as she compacted herself into a tight sphere.
"SPINNING BEAUTY!"
Ivankov began spinning at extreme speed, like a gigantic top suspended in mid-air.
Snap! Snap!
Clay trees lashed against her spinning body like white whips.
Instead of slowing her down, the impacts accelerated her rotation.
Her spin grew faster and faster, whipping the surrounding air into a violent vortex.
Soon, the airflow itself condensed around her, faintly forming a spherical barrier.
When the sea of clay trees finally withdrew, Ivankov was still spinning.
Below, Storm raised an eyebrow.
He lifted his right hand and clenched his fist.
The clay trees twisted instantly.
They intertwined, overlapping like threads in a spider's web.
In the blink of an eye—
a massive, inescapable net formed.
"SPIDER'S NEST!"
The clay web snapped shut, wrapping around the spinning Ivankov.
The white clay continuously contracted, compressing the space around her.
By the time Ivankov stopped spinning, the web had completely sealed her in.
Above. Below. Left. Right.
Clay filled her vision.
No gaps. No openings.
Even someone as powerful as Ivankov felt suffocation creeping in.
"AMBRIO—MALE HORMONE!"
Ivankov injected herself.
Her slender female form instantly expanded, transforming into a muscular male body.
In the next instant, he raised his hands, palms flattened together like chopsticks.
"NEW OKAMA KENPO, TECHNIQUE 44—"
His eyes sharpened.
"THE BEAUTY SECRET—DREAM STRIKE FIST!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Ivankov's hands struck the clay at blinding speed, each blow landing with a dull, heavy impact.
The clay was soft.
And Storm hadn't reinforced the web with Armament Haki.
Each strike left a deep crater in the Spider's Nest.
Time passed.
Relying on hand speed honed through decades of combat, Ivankov forced his way through the clay.
Only when icy wind brushed against his face did he realize—
he had broken free.
"Huff… huff…"
Ivankov gasped for breath.
But before he could recover—
a massive shadow fell from above, swallowing him whole.
He struggled to lift his head.
And what he saw made his mouth go dry.
'I know awakened Devil Fruits can influence the environment…'
'But this is too much…'
On the frozen ground of Frozen Hell, a colossal white dragon lay coiled.
Its silvery-gray scales glimmered beneath the snowlight, exuding an overwhelming pressure.
Ivankov had seen Storm's small white dragon on surveillance footage before.
It had once been no bigger than a cat.
But the creature before him now—
was hundreds of meters long.
Just then, the dragon raised a claw and pressed it gently against the ground.
BOOOOM!
The clay earth detonated.
Endless clay shot skyward, instantly forming a towering Wall of Sighs.
Ivankov's eyes burned as he stared at the boundless wall advancing toward him.
He plunged his hands into his face.
"AMBRIO—FACIAL GROWTH HORMONE!"
"AMBRIO—EXCITEMENT HORMONE!"
Two hormones activated simultaneously.
His already massive face expanded several times over, flushing crimson as adrenaline surged.
"FACIAL AFTERIMAGE!"
Ivankov moved at extreme speed, leaving blurred afterimages of his enlarged face behind him.
All of it—
preparation.
"GALAXY WINK!"
Blink after blink exploded across the battlefield.
Each afterimage released a devastating shockwave.
The combined force bombarded the advancing Wall of Sighs.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!
Explosions roared through Frozen Hell.
Craters ten meters wide tore into the clay wall.
But for something of this scale—
the damage was negligible.
The wall continued forward, repairing itself faster than Ivankov could destroy it.
In the Okama King's despairing gaze, the clay surged like a tidal wave.
Then—
impact.
Ivankov was slammed into the frozen ground.
The clay descended like a mountain, swallowing him in total darkness.
Okama King, Emporio Ivankov—defeated.
When all sound finally faded, a crystalline trophy appeared before Storm.
[Diamond Trophy: Emporio Ivankov]
[Trophy Star Rating: ★★★★★★]
A six-star Diamond Trophy.
"The commander of the Revolutionary Army's Grand Line forces… only six stars?"
Storm murmured, surprised—but accepting.
Ivankov's combat strength had never relied on brute force alone.
He deactivated the Clay-Clay Fruit's effect.
Frozen Hell returned to its original state.
"Awakening power…"
Storm exhaled slowly.
"…digested."
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