Brontes vs King
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The warship was slowly losing altitude and eventually touched down on the ocean's surface with a splash. Water erupted around it as the ship came to a steady rest upon the waves.
"Bang!"
"I'm curious about who from the marines this warship belongs to." King thought aloud as he stood on the shore, observing the warship.
"To my knowledge, the World Government doesn't have any flying ships, and neither do the Marines. This could be someone pretending to be a Marine to intimidate the weaker pirates."
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the main cabin of the warship. The person was dressed in an ice-blue suit and stood confidently on the deck, right behind one of the ship's cannons.
When King saw the face of the man, his expression froze, and then his eyes grew wide in shock.
"ZliZli!!"
The air crackled with the sound of thunder and the roar of lightning, assaulting King's senses.
"We've finally met, Chief Warden, King." Brontes said, now standing face to face with King.
King quickly realized who he was facing.
"It looks like I've underestimated the situation. I didn't think someone as high-ranking as a Marine Admiral would personally come after me." He said seriously.
King had never seen Brontes in person, but the youngest Marine Admiral in history was often appeared in the newspapers, making his face familiar.
King had never expected to run into Brontes so soon after escaping into the New World.
"You're not an insignificant person." Brontes said in cold voice: "The Marines and the World Government have gone to great lengths to track you down. If it weren't for your unique hobbies, it wouldn't have been so easy to find you."
"Unique hobbies? Oh no, it's not just a hobby, it's a celebration—a feast for the senses. Don't you enjoy this, Admiral Ragnarok? The sight of these pirates, these cursed souls screaming and suffering—it's thrilling." King replied, his face twisted with pervert excitement.
Brontes remained calm, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of contempt: "It seems Magellan and the others weren't wrong about you. You are pervert."
"That's disappointing to hear." King responded with a tinge of pity: "They were all once under my command. They might have been weak, but their loyalty was admirable. It's a shame they didn't come with me. What's the good of staying in Impel Down all the time? The prisoners there are all the same; I can't savor the same meal repeatedly. The outside world is much more to my liking."
"If you're so fond of that idea, why don't you become a prisoner in Impel Down yourself? You might find the torture there quite enjoyable." Brontes suggested mockingly.
"That's a fascinating idea, but I'll pass." King chuckled. Then, suddenly, a pair of slender wings unfurled from his back, and his body burst into flames.
With a loud "Bang!" King transformed, revealing his true form.
He had eaten the Dragon-Dragon Fruit, Pteranodon Model—an Ancient Zoan Type Devil Fruit.
"Bang!"
King's black uniform clung tightly to his body as he transformed. His hands merged with the wings on his back, his head sharpened into a point, and flames erupted from three spots along his spine.
His face now featured a prominent crest, his teeth turned razor-sharp, and he donned a pair of windproof goggles. His legs morphed into fierce, sharp claws.
"Pteranodon... An Ancient Zoan Type Devil Fruit, I see." Brontes watched King ascend into the sky, not at all taken aback. He simply observed King's flight with a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Fighting an Admiral? I'm not that stupid. I need to get out of here as quickly as possible before he catches up to me." King flapped his wings vigorously, soaring higher in a order to escape.
"Rumble!"
Suddenly, the sky darkened as ominous black clouds rolled in, spreading rapidly.
King, who had spent his time in the calm belt of Impel Down, was momentarily stunned by the swift change.
He was somewhat familiar with the unpredictable weather of the New World, and having stayed on this island for the last two months, he immediately recognized the abnormal shift.
"Thunderclouds? The Rumble-Rumble Fruit..." King eyed the darkening sky with a grave expression.
"Rumble! ZliZli!"
The thunder was deafening, lightning flickered menacingly, and the once clear sky was now completely shrouded by the black clouds.
"Alright, cut it off immediately!" Kaise, aboard the warship, commanded his troops.
"Yes, sir!" A marine soldier quickly pulled down an iron arm, halting the emission of black smoke from a chimney-like structure, even as the sky was already blanketed with black thunderclouds.
The thunderclouds were the work of the Ark Maxim, and for some reason, Kaise sensed that something terrifying was imminent.
"Sir..." Kaise felt a chilling premonition, not fully understanding what was about to unfold, but he knew it was something dangerous and powerful.
"Everyone stay alert!" Kaise shouted to the marine soldiers on the warship.
King, meanwhile, was puzzled as he flew away. He glanced back at Brontes, who remained in his place.
"He's not pursuing me? What is he planning? Is he giving me a chance to escape?" King couldn't make sense of it. After everything he had done to the Marines, it was impossible that Brontes would let him go so easily. Something wasn't right about the situation, King felt it.
"Even if he has a secret plan, as long as I'm away from here, he won't be able to catch me. So what if his ship can fly? It can't match my speed." King tried to rationalize Brontes's behavior but eventually shook off the thoughts and focused on reaching a clear patch of sky.
"Rumble!!" A massive explosion of lightning boomed overhead just as King thought he was getting away.
"You don't actually believe you can escape from me, do you? Speed is useless against me. There are few in the world who can match my speed." Brontes said, looking down at King from above.
"Hmph!"
King snorted in defiance, ignoring Brontes and continuing his flight.
"Lightning Prison!" Brontes extended his hand, sending a bolt of lightning streaking into the heavens.
"Rumble!! Boom!!!"
The sky roared as the dark clouds were suddenly laced with countless streaks of lightning, illuminating the area with a fearsome energy.
"This is... Damn it!" King's eyes widened in shock as he gazed at the sky.
His instincts screamed at him, warning of the extreme danger. If those terrifying lightning streaks were to hit him, it would be the end.
"I need to move faster! I have to escape!" King flapped his wings with all his might, desperately trying to reach the edge of the dark clouds.
"Do you really think you can outrun lightning?" Brontes stood suspended in the air, laughing as he watched King's futile attempts to flee.
"Lightning Prison!" Brontes said again.
"Rumble! ZliZli!"
The lightning in the sky, under his control, struck down fiercely, sending countless bolts crashing into the sea.
"Rumble!!! Boom!!!"
Bolt after bolt fell, forming cylindrical barriers around King, trapping him completely. Lightning bolts as thick as a meter blocked his path.
Realizing he was encircled by the lightning, King understood the magnitude of Admiral Ragnarok's power.
Kaise, watching the scene with clenched fists, felt a mix of awe and fear, unable to describe the sight before him.
"This is something only a god could do." Murmured a marine, staring at the pillars of lightning.
"ZliZli!!"
King retreated, but the lightning closed in around him. The bolts merged, forming a cage of electricity. To break through was to be struck down.
"Damn it! He's playing with me." King realized, looking at the walls of lightning. Brontes could have attacked directly, but instead, he chose to trap him, toying with his him like a prey.
"Do you think I'm afraid of your lightning?!" King shouted angrily. His body was enveloped in jet-black Armament Haki, his flames blazed even hotter, and his eyes turned a fierce red.
"Charge!" King, teeth gritted, charged into the lightning.
"Ah!!!"
The power of the lightning struck him, and King let out a terrible scream, struck down by the powerful electric attack.
In the next moment, the lightning began to dissipate as Brontes released his hold, and the furious storm vanished from the sky.
When the lightning cleared, King's body was revealed, lying on the island, smoke rising from his charred body, parts of him blackened as if seared by intense heat.
Back in human form, King looked up at Brontes in the sky, fear now evident in his eyes. He knew escape was nearly impossible; his only choice was to stand and fight.0
"Whoosh!"
King drew his long sword, a blade engulfed in flames, with fire continuously burning behind him as if the gates of hell had opened. His gaze was locked on Brontes above.
"ZliZli!!"
But Brontes showed no sign intention of going down. Instead, he raised his hand once more, and a bolt of lightning shot into the sky.
"Rumble!!"
The dark clouds stirred again, and something began to form within them—a colossal sword made of lightning, suspended above Brontes's head.
"Thor's Sword!"