As the two departed, neither spared another glance at the unconscious Queen lying on the ground.
Only a few news coos circled overhead, watching everything unfolding below while faithfully recording the miserable defeat of this "Calamity."
Behind them, the collision of Whitebeard and Kaido's Conqueror's Haki shattered the entire sky!
The heavens bloomed like a massive firework filled with destructive energy, the shockwave spreading outward at incredible speed, scattering everything in its path.
...
Amid the raging battle and smoke-filled air.
Meanwhile, on the western cliffs of Onigashima, another scene of carnage unfolded.
Blades and black wings intertwined like an impenetrable net, slicing the sky into fragments—each flash of light carrying terrifying destructive power.
Vista stood firm as a pine tree, twin swords in hand, his eyes radiating determination.
As he swung his blades, rose petal-like sword aura bloomed wildly through the air like a crimson rose—both beautiful and deadly.
His slashes continuously clashed with King's dark attacks, each collision erupting with thunderous impacts that seemed capable of shaking heaven and earth.
"Clang—!"
Another fierce blade collision sent sparks scattering like stars, tracing brilliant arcs through the air.
Vista retreated half a step, feet firmly planted on the cliff edge.
He narrowed his eyes, studying the mysterious Lunarian warrior before him with intense focus.
The Fire blazed fiercely behind King, the flames dancing and rolling as if alive, radiating both intense heat and mysterious energy.
His black wings gleamed with metallic luster under the firelight, resembling indestructible steel wings.
"Useless, swordsman of the Whitebeard Pirates." King's voice emerged coldly through his mask, carrying metallic resonance.
"My defense is invincible. Your blades cannot touch me."
As he spoke, Vista launched another attack, a streak of Rose sword energy shooting forth.
King deliberately chose not to dodge, taking the incoming sword energy head-on.
The energy struck his body as if hitting an unyielding boulder, failing to even scratch his skin and merely leaving a faint mark on the hem of his garment.
Yet Vista remained unflustered.
He took a deep breath, gradually regulating his breathing to calm his emotions.
The twin blades in his hands moved like agile dragons, tracing elegant arcs that gleamed with a cold light.
"Is that so? Then I'd like to see just how long your 'invincibility' can last." Vista's voice was steady and powerful, carrying an intangible pressure.
With that, he abruptly changed his stance.
His left blade surged like a torrential downpour, countless sharp blade energies raining down as densely as raindrops toward King, each strike containing immense force capable of crushing everything in its path.
Meanwhile, his right blade moved like a spring breeze caressing willow branches—gentle and graceful, seemingly soft and weak yet concealing hidden intricacies.
King's pupils contracted slightly as he sensed the extraordinary nature of Vista's move.
His black wings swiftly folded inward, shielding his entire body in an attempt to block this storm-like assault.
However, Vista's technique blended reality and illusion—the seemingly gentle strike from his right hand suddenly accelerated, darting like lightning with precision toward the flames on King's back!
"Ssshh—" The sound of the blade cutting through the flames was particularly piercing.
The Fire on King's back shook violently, the originally raging flames instantly becoming chaotic.
But soon, the Divine Fire returned to normal, burning as fiercely and intensely as before.
Vista's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, clearly noticing how King's body visibly tensed for a moment when the flames flickered.
That brief, subtle change was like a stone dropped into calm water, sending ripples across the surface.
"So that's how it is..." A knowing smile curled at the corner of Vista's lips, revealing confidence and wisdom.
"Ron was right—your weakness is this very flame itself."
Before coming here, Ron had explained in detail about King's situation, the Lunarian race's peculiar physiology, and the crucial role of the Divine Fire on their backs.
This information, like precious treasure, proved pivotal at this moment.
King's breath hitched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
He stared coldly at Vista, a trace of disdain and arrogance in his eyes: "So what if you know?"
As he spoke, he suddenly spread his wings, dark feathers shooting out like sharp arrows, each carrying an aura of death as they whistled toward Vista.
"The Lunarian race can survive in any extreme environment precisely because of this eternal Fire. We are gods!" King's voice echoed across the battlefield.
Before his words faded, Vista's originally upright figure suddenly split into three!
These three figures weren't mere illusions, but a profound secret technique he'd mastered after reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship—"Triple Rose."
Like three arrows released from their bows, the figures shot forth simultaneously from different directions with overwhelming momentum, striking directly at King's seemingly impregnable vital points.
Each figure moved with fluid naturalness, yet fast as lightning, making it difficult to distinguish real from false.
Even more astonishingly, the sword energy condensed by each figure during their strikes became as solid as actual blades.
The sword energy seemed endowed with life, gleaming with a chilling light as it carved clear traces through the air, as if tearing space itself apart.
"Useless!" King roared, his angry voice reverberating across the silent battlefield.
He spin his body abruptly, the Divine Fire around him instantly blazing into a raging inferno, forming an indestructible flame barrier around him like a scorching storm of fire.
The flames leaped and churned, radiating an intimidating high temperature that threatened to reduce any approaching attack to ashes.
"You're underestimating my strike too much."
Hearing this, King's pupils contracted sharply!
Vista's attack wasn't so easily blocked.
Just as the flame barrier was fully resisting, one of the sword slashes suddenly curved in an extremely bizarre arc.
As if possessing a consciousness of its own, the sword energy deftly evaded the frontal defense of the flame barrier and, like a phantom, aimed once more at the seemingly stable flames behind King.
At the critical moment, something unexpected happened.
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