There is a fundamental threshold where a battle ceases to be a contest of skill or ideology, and degenerates entirely into a primitive, suffocating contest of biological attrition.
The epicenter was an unrecognizable blur of violence. Each men moved with their feet exploding the platform they were standing under and producing sounds of explosions.
SWISH!
"Fuck!"
BOOOM!
Light ducked a sweeping golden backhand. It sheared the top off a nearby rubble pile, vaporizing a fifty-ton boulder. The atmospheric pressure ruptured the eardrum in Light's left ear.
CLINKKKKK! Blood poured down his neck, freezing solid before reaching his collarbone.
"GAAAAAH!" Light roared.
Swish! He pivoted on his back foot.
He channeled the absolute maximum output of his Internal Destruction Haki into his right fist. He combined it with a localized burst of repulsive Force Authority and drove a devastating uppercut into Aokiji's ribs who was planning to smash his lower back with an Ice Glove from behind.
"FUCK YOU!"
CRACKK! BOOM!
The impact bypassed the Logia intangibility.
It detonated against the solid ice of his internal structure.
"KLOH-!"
PSSSS!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Aokiji coughed violently. Frozen crimson blood erupted from his lips. He launched backward, carving trenches into the slag.
"HA... HA..."
Zero time to capitalize. Zero time to breathe.
The sky darkened. Sengoku eclipsed Light's peripheral vision.
'Damn it!'
The Buddha brought both hands together, interlocking his fingers into a dual-fisted hammer. Pure, unmitigated physical mass. Suffocating, pitch-black Armament Haki.
"NNNN-AH!"
He brought the hammer down.
Light threw his arms up in an X-guard. He desperately flared his own Armament to its absolute zenith, draining his reserves.
CRRRR-RAACK-BOOM!
PSSSSH!
The collision shattered the sound barrier. A concussive ring of white vapor violently flattened the surrounding ruins.
"AAAAAAAA!"
Light's knees buckled.
The bedrock gave way. He cratered ten feet deep. The invisible armor coating Light's arms fractured like tempered glass under a sledgehammer.
SPLINT!
His right radius bone splintered. A white-hot flash of neurological overload shot through his system.
"ENJOYING THIS?!" Sengoku bellowed. He pressed his massive weight down, actively crushing Light into a bloody paste.
PRESS!
Light ground his teeth until his gums bled. His Life Force held his skeletal structure together. His muscles bulged, tearing and repairing in real-time.
"GRRR-AAAAHHHH!" Light hissed.
"RAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
He disengaged the Armament Haki on his legs. He transferred every ounce of energy into his Force Authority. He targeted the gravity directly beneath Sengoku's boots.
He inverted it.
FOOOOOOM!
The repulsive blast shot upward. Sengoku was thrown off balance. The crushing pressure relieved.
"UAAAA!" Light gasped.
He dropped his shattered guard. He engaged a hypersonic burst of Soru to blur out from underneath the staggering Buddha.
Zoom!
"HAAA... HAA...."
He reappeared twenty yards away. Panting heavily. Chest heaving with ragged gasps. His body was a tapestry of severe bruising, deep lacerations, and frostbite. His left eye was swollen shut.
He just needed to hold on. He needed the Red Force to dock. He needed Shanks to shatter this vacuum of Navy vengeance.
'Where are you, Red Hair?'
His single functioning eye scanned the smoke-choked horizon. He stole a second's glance.
A mistake.
Against two enraged apex predators, a microsecond of diverted attention is a guarantee of defeat.
"Looking away, Yagami?" a voice whispered.
The voice came from directly beside his left ear.
The temperature ceased to exist.
SNAP!
Light snapped his head to the left.
Aokiji was already there. He had used his Devil Fruit awakening to manifest his body from the freezing moisture in the air.
Aokiji's face was an emotionless mask. His right eye was bloodshot.
Before Light's exhausted synapses could fire a command, Aokiji's left hand shot out.
CLAMP!
The pale hand clamped down entirely over Light's left bicep.
Aokiji unleashed a technique invented solely in this war for this moment.
"For my friend."
"Absolute Zero"
CLINK!
Instantaneous transfer of absolute zero thermal energy, reinforced with pitch-black Armament Haki. It completely overrode Light's biological defenses.
"...DEEP BONE LOCK!"
"GAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
A feral, blood-curdling roar of pure agony tore from Light's throat.
CLINK! CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!
It bypassed his epidermis. It flash-froze the blood in his veins. The liquid crimson turned into jagged ice crystals, shredding his vessels from the inside out. It penetrated his hyper-dense muscle fibers, freezing the tissue to absolute zero instantly.
Then, it hit the bone.
His entire left arm—from shoulder joint to fingertips—turned a sickly, translucent blue. Frost aggressively expanded over his shredded coat.
He couldn't move it.
Light raised his right hand. He channeled a frantic burst of Internal Destruction Haki to punch Aokiji in the face and force a release.
...
Meanwhile.
Wave.
A ship with a dragon-head figurine quietly sailed in Marineford, its occupants finally arriving at the battlefield but-
...
"Very good! Aokiji!"
The voice boomed from above.
Light's single eye flicked upward.
Sengoku had used the exact second of Light's paralysis to position himself.
"You evil incarnate!"
The colossal golden Buddha came from directly above, blotting out the sun.
Sengoku's right fist was drawn back.
Perhaps, it was revenge but for some reason, he didn't aim for the head. Sengoku used Soru upside down and plummeted back towards the ground like a comet.
Meanwhile, Light saw the ship he had been waiting for sailing into the plaza. He was saved.
And then he saw it.
The future.
And he exploded into fury!
The Green Karma above their heads.
It outweighed their Red.
They were good people.
He did it for them.
And they watched with impassive eyes.
As if something was 'necessary' for the greater good.
'I waited for them?'
SNAP.
Light snapped.
A spike of manic, fury flooded his system, but what was coming was already coming. Zero time to evade.
This is what he gets for cleaning up the world for good people to live in.
He looked above at the falling Sengoku and uttered his pure feelings at the moment.
"INSECTS! FUCK YOU!" Light roared, a raw, feral sound of pure, unbroken defiance against the crushing weight of reality.
"FUCK ALL OF YOU!"
Sengoku brought his golden fist down.
"AND FUCK THIS FUCKING WORLD!"
BOOOOOM!
Aokiji timed his release perfectly. He let go of Light's frozen bicep a microsecond before impact, stepping back into the freezing mist.
KRA-KOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The point-blank detonation of Sengoku's golden shockwave against the absolute-zero arm was a cataclysm.
The sound was indescribable. The horrific CRUNCH of a glacier pulverized by a meteor. It drowned out the ambient roar of the ocean.
Brittle-SHATTERRRR!
BOOM!
The impact completely, utterly pulverized it.
From the shoulder socket down, Light Yagami's left arm EXPLODED.
Flesh, muscle, humerus, radius, ulna. It instantly shattered into thousands of microscopic, jagged shards of bloody ice and crimson mist.
A massive spray of cold, arterial blood erupted from the ragged stump of Light's left shoulder, violently contrasting with the freezing mist.
Buddha destroyed God's arm.
It shone like twinkles.
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A/N: Alright, no more fighting. It's done. No further comments.