A violent force poured out from Marco.
Immediately, the original red flames on the ground flipped over, replaced by terrifying blue flames, like ghostly fire. The ground seemed like a bottomless abyss, resembling the depths of hell.
As soon as the blue flames appeared, they surged in all directions at an alarming speed, like a tidal wave. The range expanded endlessly. Everywhere they touched, without exception, was consumed by the blue flames.
Buildings sank into the ground and vanished. Even the area of sticky mochi created by Charlotte Katakuri was quickly overtaken by the blue flames. The mochi tendrils he produced, without exception, sank as if swallowed by a ghostly abyss, dissipating into nothingness.
It was a terrifying scene, as if everything was being buried in a cycle of reincarnation.
Though it sounds lengthy, it all happened within a very short time.
Charlotte Katakuri, who was closest to the eruption, was engulfed by the blue flames in an instant.
"Whirr~~!"
He covered his entire body with advanced Armament Haki, trying to fend off the terrifying flames. But to his shock, the Armament Haki couldn't stop it!
The blue flames, like they had come from the very depths of hell, spread rapidly from his feet upward, eroding everything in their path. In Charlotte Katakuri's mind, a vision of an abyss-like purgatory appeared: endless blue flames devoured his body, burying everything about him. In a flash, Marco's powerful fists shattered his form.
That fleeting image shook him deeply. His entire demeanor shifted.
His presence suddenly became fiercer. The urge to kill surged within him.
"Get out of my way!"
With a roar, Katakuri ignored the blue flames still eating away at him. His legs extended as his body shot toward Marco like a cannonball. As he charged, both his arms transformed into sticky mochi, stretching toward Marco at high speed, fists flying.
"Finally lost control?" Marco did not back down. His fists ignited with flames, and he met the attack head-on.
Boom!
The two warriors, masters of their craft, collided once more with a resounding blast. Waves of force rippled outward, sweeping across the battlefield.
Flames roared. Mochi exploded.
Using the momentum, Charlotte Katakuri retreated, hurling himself out of the area.
He landed with a heavy step, far beyond the range of the 'reincarnation burial.'
Thud!
Katakuri found himself outside the town, in a wasteland dotted with mounds and hills. Looking down at his feet, he noticed that the skin and flesh had withered, resembling dry, twisted tree trunks, completely drained of moisture. He realized, with growing dread, that if he hadn't escaped, his feet would have been entirely consumed, leaving nothing behind.
The shock overwhelmed him—Marco's Immortal Phoenix powers could be developed to such a terrifying extent. The Immortal Phoenix now controlled reincarnation itself, a power so overwhelming that even Charlotte Katakuri couldn't believe it.
But now, he was the first to experience it.
...
At Marco's feet, within a radius of several thousand meters, there was nothing left but the ghostly blue flames. Everything—whether it was tall buildings or Charlotte Katakuri's mochi—had been swallowed by the flames.
All of it was gone.
"Whoosh~~!"
Seeing the horror of Marco's technique, 'Reincarnation Burial,' the pirates across the island gasped in shock.
"That's terrifying!"
"Is that really hellfire?!"
"This level of destruction… It's beyond belief!"
For many of the pirates, this was the first time they had witnessed Marco use such a devastating move, and they were left in utter disbelief. The image of tall buildings sinking into the blue flames, disappearing entirely, played over and over in their minds, leaving them shaken for a long time.
The reincarnation that obliterates all.
The Immortal Phoenix reigns over reincarnation.
And Marco, the Immortal Phoenix, reigns over reincarnation!
"Ran away?"
Marco lifted his gaze toward Charlotte Katakuri. All the flames beneath his feet recoiled and twisted upward, revealing the scorched earth that had been eroded by the blue flames.
Within a radius of several kilometers, the ground was riddled with gaping holes, drained of all life, resembling withered, decaying sand. Even the slightest gust of wind could obliterate what remained. It was as if the earth itself had been buried, and the sight was terrifying.
Although it sounds drawn-out, it had all occurred in a mere moment.
Crash!
Marco's flaming wings unfolded once again. With a sudden snap, his entire form shot forward, speeding toward Charlotte Katakuri, leaving a trail of blue flames in his wake.
The spectacle was astonishing.
"Hmph!"
Charlotte Katakuri snorted coldly. Facing the oncoming Marco, he thrust out his hands, stretching them while coating them with Armament Haki. As his arms extended, they suddenly multiplied into countless arms and fists, resembling laser cannons, bombarding Marco in a chaotic barrage.
With such a wide-scale assault, there was no way to dodge.
Marco folded his wings, positioning them in front of him like a shield. The dense and advanced Armament Haki cloaked the flaming wings as he descended.
Doo doo doo~~!
Countless fists rained down like laser shots, hammering against Marco's wings in rapid, violent bursts.
Thud!
Marco landed heavily on the ground.
The wings shielding him abruptly spread open, unleashing a torrent of red flames that surged forth without end. His wings, stretching more than sixty meters across, hung diagonally in the air, blotting out the sky and the sun.
Amid the blazing inferno, golden crows suddenly emerged one after another, burning like miniature suns, radiating intense heat.
"Golden Crow Frenzy!"