- Dimensional Gods’ Selection: Only I Know Saitama is the Strongest
- OKSTS Chapter 134
**Chapter 134: Fighting Two at Once, A Decisive Kill!**
“Stop right there, you…!”
Smoker roared at the retreating figure of Fang Ye. His voice echoed across the battlefield, laced with frustration and disbelief. He realized, with a sting of humiliation, that he didn’t even know the name of the pirate who had just stolen his weapon.
“Save your strength,” Fang Ye said, turning his head slightly to glance back. His face was devoid of emotion. “The Sea-Prism Stone is in my hands now. Killing you would be effortless.”
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“Damn it…”
Smoker gritted his teeth so hard that the cigars in his mouth snapped, falling to the ground and scattering embers.
He had to admit—this pirate was leagues beyond his own strength. If Fang Ye wanted to, he could easily crush Smoker with the stolen Sea-Prism Stone weapon.
Already winded and almost out of energy, Smoker found himself at a complete disadvantage. Meanwhile, Fang Ye stood with only a faint flush on his face, as though he had merely warmed up.
How could he possibly fight someone like this?
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Fang Ye turned and strode toward the center of the battlefield. He didn’t feel the need to kill Smoker, despite the man being an enemy. Smoker’s dedication and sense of justice left a favorable impression on him. Killing him outright would be against Fang Ye’s principles.
“Hey, what’s your name?!” Smoker shouted, his voice filled with defiance as he watched Fang Ye walk away.
“Just an ordinary pirate,” Fang Ye replied without looking back, his voice calm as he disappeared into the chaos of the battlefield.
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Elsewhere on the battlefield, Admiral Kizaru was engaged in a heated duel with Marco, the First Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates.
“Whew… whew…”
Marco crouched on a raised position, his chest heaving as he glared down at Kizaru.
The two had exchanged blows multiple times, with Kizaru landing numerous strikes with his golden light. Marco’s injuries were severe, and though his Phoenix abilities allowed for regeneration, the repeated healing was draining his stamina rapidly.
Marco knew he couldn’t sustain this much longer. Two more clashes like this, and he would undoubtedly fall at Marineford.
Yet, despite his precarious state, he refused to retreat.
“Stay alive, Ace,” Marco murmured under his breath before straightening up.
He looked at Kizaru, his narrow eyes filled with defiance.
“Hey, old man, what’s the matter? Too tired to keep going?”
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“Oh?”
Kizaru responded with a lazy curiosity, his expression as unbothered as ever. “You’ve still got the strength to stand? Looks like I’ll have to take this a bit more seriously.”
“Enough talk,” Marco shot back, his tone mocking. “Show me what you’ve got!”
Blue flames enveloped Marco as he transformed back into his Phoenix form and soared into the sky.
“Yasakani no Magatama!”
Kizaru’s hands gleamed with golden light before releasing a torrent of energy projectiles. Hundreds of glowing bullets shot toward Marco with incredible speed.
Marco flew straight into the barrage, the flames on his body absorbing each attack as his injuries healed almost instantly.
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“Talon Strike!”
Marco closed the distance and delivered a powerful claw swipe, sending Kizaru flying across the battlefield.
“Phoenix Burst!”
Without missing a beat, Marco followed up with a massive shockwave of blue flames that engulfed Kizaru’s trajectory, kicking up a cloud of dust.
—
As the dust settled, Kizaru’s lanky silhouette emerged, his navy coat tattered but his demeanor as unbothered as ever.
“Impressive, as expected from Whitebeard’s First Division Commander,” Kizaru muttered, brushing off the dust.
“And you’re as resilient as they say, Admiral,” Marco replied, his body still wreathed in healing flames.
The two stood apart, their eyes locked as the battlefield around them bore the scars of their clash. Craters and shattered earth spread in every direction—a testament to the destruction they had unleashed.
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Nearby, Vice Admiral Onigumo watched the duel closely, his hand brushing the Sea-Prism Stone cuffs at his waist.
“Looks like it’s time for me to act,” he muttered.
Just as he was preparing to step in, a cold voice sounded from behind him.
“Found you.”
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The hair on Onigumo’s neck stood on end as a chill ran through him. Without hesitation, he activated **Life Return**, using his hair to manipulate his blades and launching a flurry of strikes behind him.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
Swords clashed against Fang Ye’s body, but the sound was not of flesh being cut—it was metal striking an unyielding surface.
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“Is that all you’ve got?” Fang Ye said with a sneer, catching the incoming bullets from Onigumo’s pistol with his bare hands.
“What… What kind of monster are you?” Onigumo gasped, his voice trembling as he watched his attacks fail utterly.
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“Time to die,” came a roar from behind Fang Ye.
Another vice admiral, Ronse, charged in, wielding a massive battle-axe. His strike came down with terrifying force, aimed directly at Fang Ye’s neck.
Onigumo, seeing his opportunity, used his hair to entangle Fang Ye, holding him in place.
“Now’s our chance!” Onigumo shouted, determined to make the blow count.
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“Annoying pests,” Fang Ye muttered coldly.
With a sudden yank, he pulled Onigumo toward him by his hair.
“Ahhhh!” Onigumo screamed as his scalp burned with pain, his entire body flung toward Fang Ye.
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“Thud!”
In the next moment, Onigumo found himself in Fang Ye’s grip, his throat caught in an unyielding hand.
“Let him go!” Ronse roared, swinging his axe with renewed fury.
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“*Shing!*”
The axe landed—but not where Ronse intended.
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In a stunning reversal, Fang Ye swapped positions with Onigumo, letting the axe cleave into Onigumo’s chest.
“Ugh…” Onigumo’s eyes widened in disbelief. Blood poured from the massive wound as his body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
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“You’re next,” Fang Ye said, his tone icy as he wiped the blood from his hands.
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Before Ronse could react, Fang Ye surged forward with a speed that far surpassed the Navy’s **Soru** technique, appearing right in front of him.
In an instant, Fang Ye’s massive hand gripped Ronse’s head and slammed it into the ground.
“Boom!”
Cracks spread across the earth like a spiderweb.
Fang Ye raised his right fist high and brought it down with devastating force.
“Crack!”
Ronse’s metal helmet dented inward, blood and gore seeping through the cracks.
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“Boom!”
Another punch.
This time, the helmet caved entirely, and Ronse’s body spasmed violently before going still.
“Boom!”
One final blow.
When Fang Ye stood, Ronse’s face was unrecognizable, his head flattened into a bloody pulp.
The giant vice admiral lay lifeless on the broken ground.