One Piece: Rinnegan Is My Golden Finger.

Whitebeard and Red-Haired Shanks struggled to their feet. Locking eyes, they launched forward once again, unleashing their full power toward Chiga.

Chiga calmly flicked his wrist. A blade of purple energy—Susanoo's sword—manifested and clashed with the Griffon in Shanks's hands.

With his free hand, he extended his palm toward the charging Whitebeard.

"Shinra Tensei."

But this time, Whitebeard was ready. His muscles surged with power, and waves of shock energy wrapped around his body.

The repulsive force from the Shinra Tensei met Whitebeard's quake energy head-on. The resulting clash split the space around them, leaving dense spiderweb cracks in the air.

Whitebeard was forced back several steps, but this was far better than being hurled hundreds of meters like before.

Chiga narrowed his eyes and smiled. That... was new.

Whitebeard had never displayed such a method of defense in the anime. And Chiga was intrigued.

He deflected Shanks's next strike with a single arc of his blade, then vanished in a flash of lightning, reappearing directly before Whitebeard.

His fist, veined with Destruction Armament, crashed against the quake-wrapped body of the Yonko.

As the shockwaves entered Chiga's body, a tremor surged up his arm. His right horn emitted a glowing white ring, absorbing the force within.

Whitebeard saw his chance and swung the Murakumogiri down toward Chiga's exposed back.

CLANG!

His arm went numb. Murakumogiri had struck a layer of deep violet armor—the same Susanoo that had previously blocked attacks from both him and Shanks. But this one was more compact, more refined... and likely stronger.

Whitebeard immediately retreated, increasing the distance between them. Chiga flexed his fingers and studied his hand, still feeling the residual quake force absorbed earlier.

It fascinated him.

This use of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit was unlike anything he'd seen before. And if the fruit could be used to this degree—it might be the final magatama for his Rinnegan.

A faint smile crept across his face.

Whitebeard saw that smile and felt a chill run through him. Without hesitation, he once again wrapped himself in quake energy and activated his Armament Haki.

But this time, Chiga didn't rush in.

He extended a finger. A sphere of violet energy gathered at the tip. Lightning surged outward, forming a condensed, blinding beam.

"Hollow Flash."

This version was stronger than the one Chiga had used on Blackbeard before.

Whitebeard used his Observation Haki to sense it, raising his arms to shield his face. The beam struck and burned into his forearms, charring the skin.

And then came the second beam.

And the third.

Hollow Flash, like Kizaru's light lasers, could be fired in rapid succession.

One after another, bolts of searing purple lightning rained down on Whitebeard. He was pushed steadily backward, carving deep trenches into the ice.

Finally, Shanks moved. He dashed forward, his sword glowing with red and black lightning, and unleashed a tremendous slash.

Chiga didn't meet it head-on.

He vanished again in a bolt of lightning.

The attack missed—but it bought Whitebeard enough time to breathe. He pushed off the ice, landing beside Shanks.

The two Emperors now stood shoulder to shoulder, prepared to fight as one.

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Elsewhere on the battlefield...

Beckman made his move.

Breaking free of Kizaru's blade, he reappeared on the opposite end of the ice field.

Kizaru didn't seem surprised. He hadn't expected to hold down the Red Hair Pirates' First Mate so easily.

Beckman raised his pistol and opened fire, a storm of bullets infused with Armament Haki.

Kizaru's body split into points of golden light.

But Beckman had fought him before.

His Observation Haki was at the peak of mastery. Without hesitation, he aimed at an empty spot—and fired again.

Just as expected, Kizaru reformed directly where Beckman had aimed.

Unfazed, Kizaru deflected the bullets with his glowing blade, then responded with a flurry of golden lasers.

Explosions and blasts riddled the battlefield.

The frozen sea cracked and shattered beneath their feet, but thanks to Aokiji's deep freeze, it held together—for now.

Their fight escalated. Suddenly, Kizaru blinked into the air, splitting once more into countless points of light.

He made a circular gesture with his fingers, crossing his arms, and two cross-shaped beams flared into view.

"Yasakani no Magatama!"

Dozens of golden orbs rained down like a celestial bombardment.

Beckman weaved through the storm of light as best he could, but the onslaught was relentless.

When it finally ended, smoke rose from torn patches in his coat. Scorch marks blackened his arms.

Kizaru reappeared on the ground in a flash of light, hands in his pockets.

"Oooh... terrifying. Ben Beckman, and you're only singed?" he said with a mocking lilt.

Beckman, still deadly serious, glanced at the burn marks on his arms. Traces of golden energy still lingered on the wounds.

He gritted his teeth.

"Damn it. What's with this guy today?"

Even Aokiji on the other side noticed the difference. He adjusted the band on his forehead, frowning.

"Oi... is that still Borsalino?"

But he quickly smiled, shaking his head.

If Kizaru was getting serious, then so would he.

His eyes locked on Marco, who was still recovering.

Marco had broken the ice on his arms earlier, but when he saw Aokiji's expression, a bad feeling crawled up his spine. He spread his wings, preparing to ascend.

Too late.

Aokiji extended his hand and unleashed a near-solid blast of icy mist. It struck Marco's legs, freezing them to the spot.

Marco struggled to break free, but the Admiral was already standing in front of him.

Aokiji casually reeled back a fist—and slammed it down on Marco's pineapple-like head.

"Just stay down."

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