The decapitated PX-1's exposed wires sparked violently. Its body convulsed a few times before collapsing flat on the ground, completely immobilized.
"Just… one strike took out PX-1…"
Sentomaru's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Yunan as if he had just seen a ghost.
He was only a rookie, barely twenty years old, yet possessed such overwhelming power!
"Only the real Bartholomew Kuma could put up a fight worth mentioning," he muttered.
"A worthless knockoff trying to make waves," Yunan said coldly, stepping on PX-1's corpse.
"You're just a rookie. Don't act so arrogant in front of me!"
Fuming at Yunan's disdain, Sentomaru roared and charged, raising his giant axe for a devastating strike.
Yunan remained calm, standing his ground without a hint of evasion.
Chakra began to swirl in his right hand, gathering irregularly until it formed a dense, palm-sized sphere—the Rasengan.
"Die, you arrogant bastard!"
Sentomaru yelled as he slammed his axe down toward Yunan.
"Time for you to taste a Rasengan, Fat Sentomaru," Yunan said with a light laugh, launching the spinning sphere at Sentomaru's torso.
Bang!!!
The Rasengan collided solidly with Sentomaru, the impact blasting him dozens of meters back. He smashed through a giant tree before finally coming to a halt, leaving a trail of devastation behind.
Yunan snorted and immediately pursued, following the trajectory of Sentomaru's flight.
"Fat Sentomaru, you really think your strength is enough to catch me? How delusional," Yunan remarked, stepping onto Sentomaru's chest and looking down at him.
"You… you bastard… if you have the guts, just kill me…"
Sentomaru lay battered and barely conscious, gasping for air.
"You want to die? I can grant that," Yunan said coldly, pressing down harder with his foot.
Crack.
The sound of bone shattering echoed from Sentomaru's chest.
"Hmm?"
Yunan furrowed his brow and instantly sidestepped just as a golden laser streaked past.
If he had moved a fraction of a second later, his chest would have been pierced.
"Such a shame… the younger generation really does have terrifying reflexes," came the lazy voice of Kizaru behind him.
"Kizaru… finally you've arrived. You kept me waiting," Yunan said, turning with a smile.
"Oh? You knew I was coming and still didn't run? And you waited for me?"
Kizaru's lips curved slightly as he remarked with mild surprise.
"With a chance to spar against the Navy's top fighter, why would I run?" Yunan said, cracking his neck, his dark eyes blazing with battle intent.
"Very well… then I'll just have to take you in myself."
With a flash of golden light, Kizaru instantly appeared in front of Yunan, delivering a blindingly fast kick.
Yunan's eyes narrowed as he raised his arms to block.
Bang!!
The force sent him back several steps before he regained his stance.
"Truly a Light-Light Fruit user… that speed is absurd," Yunan muttered with a smirk.
"To block my attack… definitely not an ordinary person," Kizaru said, rubbing his chin in mild surprise.
"I see I'll have to take this seriously," Yunan said, a faint smile crossing his face. His dark eyes transformed into a vivid red—the Six-Pointed Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Oh? Your eyes… they change? What power is this?"
Kizaru's surprise was evident.
"Time for close combat, Kizaru," Yunan said.
"Eight Gates, Sixth Gate, Open!"
Chakra surged violently through Yunan's body, his veins flushing red as his power surged.
"Oh? Such a strange ability," Kizaru remarked.
"Let's see what you can do," he added, flashing again with incredible speed, launching a precise attack.
But Yunan's Sharingan allowed him to see every move in perfect clarity.
With a cold snort, Yunan unleashed a punch the instant Kizaru struck.
Boom!!!
A ferocious shockwave exploded outward, centered on the two combatants. Both were knocked back; Kizaru skidded several meters before regaining his stance.
"Kizaru… I suggest you take this seriously," Yunan said with a faint smile.
"If you treat this like punching the clock, you'll regret it."
His red, eerie eyes never left Kizaru.