Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece

After a hearty meal, the campfire gradually died down, leaving only the dark red embers flickering in the night, illuminating the satisfied faces of the two giants.

Dongli wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and casually tossed the empty giant wooden string aside. The wooden string, which could support a thousand pounds, was as light as a feather in his hand and made a dull sound when it landed.

Broki also let out a loud burp, the aroma of roasted meat still lingering in his bell-like eyes, but it was gradually replaced by a familiar fighting spirit.

Seeing the sudden surge of fighting spirit from the two, Uchiha Hakuba was speechless. These two, even at night, still had such good energy, and they still wanted to have a fight.

"Hey, Dongli."

Brogy suddenly stood up, his massive body rising from the ground like a small mountain, his footsteps sinking deep into the earth: "We've eaten and drunk our fill, it's time to settle things!"

The giant axe was now in his hand, its iron spikes gleaming coldly in the moonlight. His previously gentle face instantly turned serious.

Upon hearing this, Dongli's eyes blazed with fervor. He slapped his knee hard, his massive hand striking the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. The greatsword slung over his shoulder vibrated with a humming sound.

"That's exactly what I was thinking!"

He strode out, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, and stood opposite Broglie, their century-old confrontation reappearing in the night.

"Dongli, this time I won't hold back!"

Brogy roared, his arm muscles bulging, and his giant axe swept towards Dorry with a whistling sound.

The force was enough to split a boulder, the air was churned up with a wailing sound, the surrounding grass was blown aside by the shockwave, and even the distant campfire was blown into sparks.

Dongli's eyes narrowed. The greatsword moved with surprising agility in his hands, its blade tracing a dazzling arc as it precisely parried the spikes of the mace.

"clang--"

The deafening clang of metal clashing was like thunder exploding in the sky above the grassland. Sparks flew at the point where the two weapons met, and the enormous impact caused the surrounding trees to shake violently, with leaves flying everywhere. Bai Yu and the others quickly took several steps back to avoid the powerful shockwave.

"After eating, my strength has increased a bit!"

With a flick of his wrist, Dorry slid the greatsword along the force of the axe, and cleaved it toward Broki's waist. The wind blades generated by the sword cut a deep trench in the ground.

Brogy reacted extremely quickly, leaping several meters into the air with both feet off the ground. His massive body twisted nimbly in the air as his giant axe slammed down towards Dorry's head, as if to smash through the earth.

Dongli looked up, his eyes showing no fear. He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, held the greatsword upright in front of him, and forcefully took the thunderous blow.

"boom!"

The giant axe slammed heavily onto the sword, the immense force causing Donley's feet to sink into the mud, cracking the ground around his ankles in a spiderweb-like pattern.

His arm veins bulged as he forcefully pushed the giant axe back, and with a sudden burst of strength, he sent Broki staggering back several steps.

"Do they have a grudge? A fight of this magnitude could easily result in injury, right?"

Matsumoto Rangiku watched the two mountain-like giants fighting fiercely, somewhat speechless. Although she had never seen a master before, this kind of destructive power must far exceed that of ordinary people, not to mention that neither of them had used Haki.

"The Titans' battles are indeed very destructive, but they don't seem particularly powerful."

Hearing Unohana's words, Rangiku glanced at her in surprise. Clearly, Rangiku didn't think the two giants were very strong.

"Don't think you're the only one who got stronger just because you ate your fill!"

Broglie steadied himself, shook his numb arms, and his fighting spirit intensified.

He suddenly bent down, like a beast gathering its strength, and charged towards Dongli. The giant axe spun in his hand, bringing with it gusts of wind that swept up the stones in its path, instantly crushing them into powder.

Donley took a deep breath, and the greatsword in his hand drew out layers of sword shadows, each sword shadow carrying a sharp aura. It clashed with Broki's spiked club, and the sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the small garden.

Giants may appear large and inflexible, but this is all a stereotype.

The battle between the two intensified, with punches and kicks interspersed with the clash of weapons. Their massive bodies darted and twisted through the jungle, breaking vegetation and shattering rocks wherever they went.

The two were evenly matched, and their weapons flew out in another violent collision.

Brogy threw a heavy punch at Dorry's chest. Dorry dodged to the side and slammed his hand into Brogy's shoulder. Brogy was in pain, but he took the opportunity to grab Dorry's arm and drag him to the ground.

Donley braced his feet against the ground, leaned back, and punched Brokie in the chest, forcing Brokie to release his grip and retreat.

"happy!"

Donley laughed loudly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth—the result of a hard blow from Broky earlier.

He then turned around, picked up his sword, and immediately began to wield the greatsword, launching an even more ferocious attack. The sword's edge was as steady as Mount Tai, and each strike contained the experience accumulated over a century of battle.

Brogy was not to be outdone. He also took back his giant axe and wielded it with impenetrable force. His defense was as solid as a rock, and his attack was unstoppable. The two exchanged blows, and the aftershocks of the battle continued to spread. In the distant jungle, frightened dinosaurs roared, but dared not approach the battlefield.

Bai Yu and the others stood at a safe distance, quietly watching this battle that seemed destined to last for a century.

Robin crossed his arms, a hint of admiration in his eyes: "A century of confrontation has not only failed to erode their will, but has instead made their fighting spirit even purer."

Rangiku shook the sake bottle in her hand, the liquid shimmering silver in the moonlight: "What an enviable perseverance. Even though you can't remember the reason anymore, you can still fight for honor for so long."

The battle raged on for a long time. The campfire had long since died out, and both Dorry and Brogy were breathing heavily. Sweat streamed down their bronze skin, dripping onto the ground and spreading out dark marks. Their bodies were covered with new scratches and marks, yet their imposing aura remained undiminished.

"Huff...huff..." Broki, leaning on his giant axe, gasped for breath, his copper-bell eyes still gleaming with unwillingness: "It's not...it's not over yet!"

Dongli, leaning on his greatsword, his chest heaving, wore a broad, triumphant smile: "Well said! Next time, next time I'll definitely beat you!"

The two exchanged a glance, and the fighting spirit in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unspoken understanding.

They stopped fighting and instead sat down on the ground, their massive bodies side by side, gazing at the dawn breaking on the horizon.

Although the battle remains unresolved, the fierce fighting after a hearty meal and drinks, and the century-long standoff, seem to have transformed into a unique form of companionship at this moment.

Bai Yu watched this scene with a gentle smile on his lips.

For Dorry and Brogy, victory or defeat was no longer important; the fight they fought for honor was the most precious meaning of their century-long lives.