On the tower of Holy Land Manor, a decisive battle for revenge had begun.
The wind whipped past his ears as Iggy tilted his head, dodging Spandam's shot. He raised both hands, fingers pointed toward the enemy.
"Take this!"
Sparks burst from his fingertips. His shoulders trembled from the recoil as gas-powered rounds fired like a machine gun, aimed directly at the patriarch.
In the thick fog, the air bullets slammed into the corridor shuttles. But Iggy didn't follow up with another wave.
Instead, using the recoil from the finger gun, he kept sliding backward—disrupting the enemy's rhythm.
"Razor!"
Iggy stepped back, pivoted on one foot, and spun 360 degrees, twisting his thigh mid-air. With explosive footwork, he launched an enhanced movement technique and dashed toward the corridor.
Suddenly, a steel wall emerged in front of him—bang!—he collided and was sent flying back.
"So fast!"
Staggering back, Iggy looked up at the towering figure. It was Blueno—he had used the Door-Door Fruit.
First, they blocked all escape routes. Then, using "Tekkai" (Iron Body), they trapped Iggy where he stood!
Looking over, Kaku was already shielding the patriarch. His twin swords danced through the air, slicing Iggy's bullets clean out of existence.
"Let me show you what a real Finger Gun is."
Murderous intent surged. Jabra clenched his fingers and lunged at Iggy's heart like a human bayonet.
"Tekkai: Hollow Defense!"
Too fast to dodge, Iggy swelled his chest and hardened it, absorbing the deadly strike with sheer defense.
At the same time, Lucci appeared in front of him, shouting—
"Shugan: Yellow Lotus!"
With one hand extended, Lucci split into countless blurring afterimages, launching attacks from every direction.
"Yellow Lotus" was a lethal blend of speed and power—Lucci's mastery of Shugan (Finger Gun) amplified both.
"Paper Art!"
Desperate, Iggy compressed his muscles until his body was thin as paper. He drifted between Lucci's barrage, swaying like a leaf in a storm.
"Finger Gun: Whip!"
Above him, Kalifa used Moonwalk to dive from the sky. Her extended fingers cracked like a whip, slamming the papery Iggy to the ground.
The second he hit the floor, Iggy reverted to normal form. Before he could react, the four opponents attacked in sync—giving him no time to breathe.
"Damn it!"
Trapped, Iggy activated Armament Haki. A sleek black sheen spread across his body.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
All four fighters struck at once. Even covered in Haki, the shockwaves rippled through Iggy's frame.
Especially Lucci's blow—it drove into Iggy's abdomen like a spear, the sickening crunch of ribs echoing through the hall.
"Gah…"
Iggy coughed blood. A high-pitched sound followed—whirring—right beside his ears.
Taking advantage of a moment's distraction, he activated Life Return. His pink hair surged wildly, whipping like a cyclone around him.
The dense hair coiled tightly, trapping him in place—both shield and restraint.
"Die, brat!"
From the crowd emerged Spandam, sneering. He cocked his pistol and aimed the barrel right at Iggy's forehead.
Glancing back at the patriarch's nod of approval, Spandam smirked, lips curling with cruelty.
"Disappointment of a soldier!"
As he pulled the trigger—
Iggy snapped.
His pupils shrank, then blazed.
Suddenly—a burst of Conqueror's Haki exploded from his body like a storm.
The entire castle trembled. Before anyone could react, a wave of sheer willpower crashed down.
The patriarch and CP9 agents hit the floor simultaneously, eyes rolled back—unconscious.
"Haa… haaa…"
Iggy ignored the bodies. Bent over, hands on knees, he gasped for breath. Sweat poured from his brow, dripping onto the cold stone floor.
Even though the battle had only lasted moments, it had drained nearly everything from him.
After catching his breath, Iggy stumbled toward the collapsed patriarch.
"It's over…"
Straightening up with effort, he raised his right hand, gathering power in his fingertip—ready to end the man with one final blow.
Snap! A sharp sound echoed.
Boom!
Blood splattered across the floor—Iggy's right arm had been pierced by another air bullet.
He cried out in pain, spinning toward the source.
Lucci.
Wounded but alive, he staggered forward, smoke rising from his fingers.
"Not bad… You even released Conqueror's Haki."
Lucci chuckled, lowering his hand as he walked forward, eyes gleaming with feral glee.
"But someone like you… can't be allowed to live."
As he spoke, Lucci's form began to change.
With a crack of bones and tearing cloth, his frame bulged with muscle. His pristine white suit split at the seams as his face twisted—
—into the wild, predatory form of a leopard-human hybrid.
"Not good…"
Seeing Lucci's Zoan transformation, Iggy knew the tide had turned. His glare shifted to the patriarch—he wanted to finish it—but it was too late.
He clenched his fists. Frustration and rage burned in his chest, but his body wouldn't respond.
His legs wobbled—he nearly collapsed.
He could barely walk, let alone use the Six Powers.
"Hmph. You're finished."
Lucci, now towering and beast-like, grinned coldly.
Knowing Iggy was spent, he stalked forward like a predator playing with his prey.
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