Marco felt satisfied with his strategy, knowing that although this level of attack made a relatively low damage, it still disrupted Katakuri's rhythm.
Marco found the method meaningful, as it proved effective in weakening Katakuri's Observation Haki.
Even when Marco was under attack, he managed to land hits on Katakuri, turning the situation to his advantage.
Given Marco's current strength, while he may not possess the same immense physical prowess as Whitebeard, he remains unfazed by attacks of this level.
It can even be disregarded, though it might cause some pain, but it will quickly be healed.
However, for Katakuri, matters aren't so simple; he hates having his abilities limited.
Confronted with the scenario created by Marco, Katakuri quickly choose to turn the tables.
"In this situation, let's give this trick a shot,"
Katakuri remarked casually.
Under Marco's watchful eye, Katakuri's body morphed into a ball of mochi, shaping itself into a large mochi doughnut.
"This..."
Marco was taken aback by this unexpected maneuver.
Without waiting for Marco's reaction, Katakuri spun rapidly, resembling a rolling impact, and charged at Marco.
Marco dodged instinctively, but within the massive roller of Katakuri, two mochi arms suddenly extended, trying to catch Marco.
Although this attack was a bit sudden, Marco still managed to avoid it without any risk.
"Nice try, you almost had me there," Marco laughed.
"Your reaction is really fast."
A pair of eyes suddenly appeared on the glutinous rice doughnut, looking at Marco and said.
Katakuri continued to utilize his Devil Fruit powers to gain the upper hand against Marco. However, their confrontation remained evenly matched, with neither side gaining a big advantage.
...…..
On the other side of the battlefield, the war between the two big pirate groups has intensified, with the ground bearing the scars of destruction and echoing with countless screams.
The battlefield was a scene of chaos, with blood staining the ground and enemies lurking everywhere. Some pirates, driven by rage, couldn't discern friend from foe and launched indiscriminate attacks.
Generally, it's the captain-level cadres organizing the offense and defense, while numerous pirate groups divide up the battlefield into distinct battle zones.
"Time to melt you all!"
Charlotte Oven stuud up on the softened ground, said to the Whitebeard Pirates around him.
As they watched, Oven slammed his fists into the ground, activating his Devil Fruit power. Intense heat radiated from his arms and spread through the ground.
The surrounding ground heated up rapidly, initially feeling like a scorching sun and quickly transforming into the searing magma of hell.
However, Oven's control over the temperature is limited to a small range, preventing him from spreading it extensively.
"It's scorching hot! I can't even stand it!"
"It's like walking through fire; there's no way through."
The Whitebeard Pirates struggle to stand on the scorching ground. Despite their thick-soled shoes, the intense heat sears through, making each step painfull.
Thus, they could only retreat, making them unable to launch an offense. Oven seized the opportunity to advance with his pirate crew, continuously unleashing his fruit power, relentlessly pressing the Whitebeard pirates.
"So you are here, I finally found you."
As Oven continued to radiate heat across the ground, a voice suddenly pierced through the chaos, followed by the appearance of a figure not far from him.
They saw Tesla standing in front of Oven. Because the Battlefield was too big, it took some time for Tesla to find Oven.
"Commander Tesla, be careful! That guy can turn the ground into scorching hot magma"
Warned Tesla's crew from behind.
"Haha, let me take care of this guy, you go and deal with other people first."
Tesla responded confidently.
Oven was a little surprised to see Tesla's appearance, and he was still standing in front of him, which was even more strange.
"You, aren't you afraid of the heat?"
Oven asked. Even though he hasn't unleashed his fruit power completely yet, the ground's temperature is around 80 or 90 degrees. It's impossible for most people to stand on it.
"Well, that's a surprise, but I'm not going to tell you"
Tesla said with a grin. Being a new member of the Whitebeard Pirates, it's no wonder nobody knows him yet.
Of course, Tesla wasn't dumb enough to take the initiative to tell his devil fruit power to Charlotte Oven, even though Oven would soon figure it out anyway.
After saying that, Tesla attacked Oven, throwing a punch directly at him.
Seeing Tesla's attack, Oven couldn't help but sneer. He retaliated immediately, punching back and aiming to strike Tesla with his own blow.
Both sides unleashed their power, creating a loud burst of sound in the air.
"I don't know what you're capable of"
Oven declared, his expression determined to emerge victorious. As someone with the ability to heat fruits, he preferred close combat with his enemies.
Even if his attack was blocked, intense heat could still be transmitted through the fist, enough to terrify anyone in that moment.
Oven's fist soon carried the scorching heat, and the terrifying heat poured out. A proud smile spread across Oven's face.
No one can stay calm at his temperature. If the opponent reacts slowly, just half a second of contact with this heat can cause tons of damage.
Not only could it cause severe damage to the skin, it might even render the entire hand useless. However, after a few seconds passed, Tesla remained completely still.
"Why aren't you affected by any of this?"
Oven suddenly wondered. No one should be able to withstand this kind of temperature!
Tesla gave Oven a faint look, then landed another blow on Oven's face.
Oven quickly defended with his other hand, blocking Tesla's strike with his palm just in time. But a smile crept onto the corner of Tesla's mouth.
"Still too slow," Tesla remarked.
When Tesla was speaking, Oven felt that his face was covered with a transparent mist, and his vision suddenly became blurred.
"Damn it, what's happening?" Oven exclaimed, rubbing his eyes with both hands as he stepped back.
It turned out that when Tesla threw his punch, he planned to hit Oven, but he used his other hand to quickly send a bubble to cover Oven's eyes. The punch was just a feint.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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