Momonga's aerial rage combination was easily tanked by the Skypiean, devouring all of those air cutters! "?!!?"
As he saw this happening, he did not only become flustered but recognized the strength of the marine below him. He charged downwards in sheer vertical fall, and was tested by the most ultimate attack a younger marine could posses at the time. An attack that channeled not only the spirit of the beholder but danger it could draw back to him.
Rukuogan? Impressive!!, he thought and he grinned.
Bring it, son!
And then the heaven and earth met at last! Crackling lightning began to form between the entities. They were pushing each other's pride. On and off, nobody withdrew the courage and the will to outshine the flashes of determination emerging from our two victors. Yes! They were true victors!!
It didn't lasted long when the man with his feet on the ground made his final push against the seasoned marine. He pushed dismantling the very bricks he was nested, making a decent size of crater, which signified the dignity and power of the clash. Momonga tried to hold. He gave his all. He roared a true warrior. He grunted. He knew he gave it all. He was surmounted by the new generation. It has always been that way from the very beginning.
The shockwave ventured from the enemy's arms soaring to the heart of both attacks. It broke through his blade! Rukuogan skyrocketed to the flesh of the vice admiral. "Raaaa!".
His sleeves ripped in shreds until it dissolved in the air, before it finally displayed scratches on his both arms. That's the power of Rukuogan! Had he not clashed against it, he would have eaten it all. Blood from his arms dripped by. His head was slightly pushed back. He was bursting a few meters above the ground before he set foot on the ground once more. Barely managing his fall. Knees shaking.
"Woooooooooooooh!!!!!", crowd cheered..
"Momonga!! Momonga!!", they continued.
For a brief period of time, some marines shifted their faith to the self-proclaimed hero, they chanted, "Shaariib Hassan!! Shaariib Hassan!!". And then a mixture of both names of the warriors roared in the entirety of the stadium. "Shaarib-Onga!! Momong-Hassan!!.
It went on and on and on for centuries, the time has frozen when the two displayed an overimposing attack prowesses. When the hakis clashed, the crowd's chorus blended with the gust of wind and horizontal shockwave which ramified from the climax of their weapon and arms. It almost made the speechless and the worst of the worsts battle anchors in the history of Maritime Rituals tumble if only he hadn't been able to grab a hold from the railings of the bench. Some marines situated in front did fall over while others crossed their arms trying to withstand the rapid exchanges of blows!
"Impossible!", Bastille said, standing as he balled his hands into fists.
"That was dangerous! I thought Momonga was gonna-", a worried Strawberry wondered as he was interrupted by his comrade.
"I get what you mean. To think that that brat was able to muster such force.", Dalmatian butted in.
"That only means that.", Cancer theorized.
"You're right!", Vice Admiral Onigumo reaffirmed.
Vice Admirals Doberman, Yamakaji, Lacroix, Ronse, and Stainless all narrowed their eyes at the concluding battle while lending all their ears to their comrades' sentiments.
"He is capable. I mean, we all were once a Rear Admiral and like him, we were able to withstand this exercise and proved our worth.", John Giant concluded.
Grinning and pulsing his veins on his temples, Sengoku was staring at the Rear Admiral and thought,
He did a very good utilization of my advice after all. Momonga was so powerful in his prime and so we're once were. But the kid got the knack of it. Eh? Garp?
"Waaahg!!", Captain Very Good was holding himself from a potential roll over. "What a beautiful exchange of testaments! This is the power of the marines!!! It's been a while since we last saw a promotional battle as entertaining as this. This is the type of fight that will intertwine in the history of our division. However, neither is giving it up just yet. From the looks of it, it seems the young Rear Admiral has taken a big toll on his youthful blossom to try to deflect and keep up with Vice Admiral Momonga. On the other hand, the latter appears to be-...... Eh?".
A stunned anchor began to be bewildered when he suddenly beheld his burly Guru's hefty person landing on the very arena!! Grey hair! He was wearing a decorated shirt. He was carrying Justice just how it was shown on his white uniform. He was, he is, and he will always be the hero of the marines!! "Vi-vi-vi-Vice Admiral Garp?!", Very Good wondered.
As Garp stared at the Angry Mustache, he nodded. He then turned to other. "It's done!", he answered him on Momonga's behalf. He who was standing off against the Rear Admiral. He was smiling. He was panting but he was certain that he had a fair battle.
"Rear Admiral Shaarib. Do you solemnly or affirm that you will faithfully execute the
Justice System of the Navy to its absoluteness, will do the best of your Ability to preserve, protect and defend the world against criminals?", Garp asked him for his oath.
@Emperor Cross
Whooops: edited some grammatical errs..
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