One Piece I Transmigrated into Marco

Although Marco did not specialize in swordsmanship, his six dimensional attributes were still superior to Red Haired Shanks.

He believed that even if Shanks enhanced himself further through Four Soul Divine Blood, his own overall attributes would still surpass Red Hair's.

Shanks frowned slightly, then slowly relaxed his expression.

"Your strength is indeed very impressive, but the real killing move is coming next."

The moment he finished speaking, Shanks' Haki erupted once again. It surged without restraint, his attacks now fully entwined with Armament Haki and Conqueror's Haki as he pressed forward relentlessly against Marco.

Marco immediately understood something about Shanks' combat style.

He was not built for prolonged battles. His style leaned heavily toward assassination like bursts of overwhelming offense meant to end fights quickly.

Unlike Zoan type users or those with naturally durable physiques, Shanks lacked any advantage in drawn out endurance combat.

But Marco did not care.

He met every strike head on, abandoning defense completely.

His defense stat alone exceeded forty thousand, and his recovery ability reached one hundred thousand, allowing him to recover from any injury instantly. He had no reason to fear damage.

Soon, under Shanks' relentless assault, both fighters began to sustain injuries.

Every time Marco was injured, his wounds closed immediately.

However, something unexpected happened.

Shanks' injuries were also healing at an abnormal speed.

Marco narrowed his eyes slightly. He could not tell whether this was due to the Four Soul Divine Blood burning his life force or some other unknown mechanism.

But the intense exchange did not last much longer.

Under the strain of such high intensity recovery and output, Shanks gradually reached his limit. He retreated dozens of steps, his once vibrant red hair now streaked heavily with white.

Dark black red burn like marks appeared across his body, resembling carbonized scars left behind after extreme heat.

"This is..." Marco muttered with slight shock.

Those wounds were not normal burns. They looked more like flesh that had been scorched and turned to ash.

Before Marco could fully process what he was seeing, Shanks launched forward again.

Marco remained unfazed.

Aside from speed, which was nearly equal, Shanks was clearly weaker in every other attribute.

Among Marco's six dimensional stats, speed was his lowest, while his recovery ability was overwhelmingly high. That balance alone gave him absolute endurance superiority.

Through the fight, Marco could also roughly estimate Shanks' current level.

Shanks' overall attributes now seemed comparable to Kaido before his Devil Fruit awakening.

Marco could not directly view others' stats, but through combat comparison, he could infer their approximate level.

Kaido before awakening likely ranged between fifteen thousand and twenty five thousand in most attributes, with stamina and durability slightly higher.

After awakening, Kaido's range likely increased to between twenty thousand and thirty five thousand, with major gains in endurance and recovery after gaining the Phoenix like ability, while other stats improved only slightly.

Shanks on the other hand had speed close to Marco, but the rest of his attributes and Haki were still clearly inferior.

No matter how aggressively he fought, the gap between them remained undeniable.

In just over ten minutes, Shanks finally collapsed.

The island itself had been torn apart by their battle, split cleanly in half as seawater rushed violently into the fractured land.

Shanks, once known for his red hair, now had completely white hair.

Four Soul Divine Blood had fully drained his life force in such a short time.

"It seems you really are strong, Marco."

His voice had weakened drastically. His body was now like that of a frail old man in his seventies or eighties, scorched black from head to toe, with faint embers still flickering across his skin.

Marco looked at him silently.

The side effect was clear now.

Four Soul Divine Blood truly burned away life itself.

Shanks' current condition resembled someone who had pushed their body beyond its absolute limit, similar in nature to someone who had opened all Eight Gates, leaving nothing behind but a dying shell.

Yet strangely, all injuries Marco had inflicted earlier had disappeared completely.

Whether that was due to forced regeneration from the Four Soul Divine Blood or some hidden effect of his body, Marco could not tell.

But it no longer mattered.

Shanks' life force was nearly gone.

Shanks gave a weak, bitter smile.

"You really are strong. Even if it was brief, the power you showed surpassed the Gorosei, I mean the Gorosei after using Four Soul Divine Blood."

He slowly closed his eyes.

"I can feel it… it is still burning what remains of my life. Human life is truly fragile."

By the time Kaido and the others arrived, Shanks was already lying on the ground, barely moving.

Marco stood above him and spoke.

"Do you have anything left to say, Red Hair Shanks?"