"Eight Gates Release… Gate of Death, Open!"
As Rosinante spoke, more and more blood-red vapor erupted from his body until it completely wrapped around him like blazing crimson flames.
"So strong…" Even the members of the Whitebeard Pirates could not help but mutter in shock as they stared at Rosinante's terrifying aura.
Just the pressure radiating from him was enough to make them feel fear deep in their bones.
They could not even imagine how one was supposed to fight against such a monster.
"So this is His Majesty's new power? As expected of His Majesty… it's unimaginably powerful!" the Oathblood Guards exclaimed excitedly.
"Zehahaha… so this is the Dragon King's power?" Blackbeard Teach said with both shock and gloom in his eyes.
"What exactly are you planning to do?" Whitebeard asked while staring at Rosinante's blood-red aura.
There was no denying that Rosinante's aura was now overwhelmingly powerful, even stronger than when he fought Whitebeard earlier using Sage Mode.
But even so, Whitebeard could not see how this alone would suppress the monstrous tsunamis before them.
In the face of such overwhelming natural disasters, even absolute monsters like Whitebeard and Rosinante seemed small.
"Heh, this is only the beginning," Rosinante replied as if he understood Whitebeard's thoughts.
"Release!"
Rosinante shouted.
Boom!
The blood-red aura surrounding him exploded upward violently, transforming into a colossal pillar of crimson energy that pierced the heavens.
Everyone—including Whitebeard himself—was stunned.
The pressure pouring from Rosinante at this moment was simply too terrifying.
Terrifying enough that even Whitebeard was visibly shocked.
Blackbeard's face filled with fear as well.
Could even the Dark-Dark Fruit compare to this kind of power someday?
For the first time in years, Teach began doubting himself.
He had endured decades hiding aboard Whitebeard's ship solely because he believed the Dark-Dark Fruit was the ultimate power.
He had convinced himself that obtaining it would make him invincible.
Yet over ten years ago, Rosinante had risen to the top of the world using what everyone considered a useless Devil Fruit.
That reality had always filled Teach with jealousy, hatred, and resentment.
That was why he constantly targeted Katakuri and the Oathblood Guards after the Gray Kingdom collapsed and they sought refuge under Whitebeard.
It was never truly about them.
It was about Rosinante.
But now, seeing Rosinante's current strength—
Teach felt despair.
For the first time, he wondered whether even the Dark-Dark Fruit would be meaningless before such overwhelming power.
When someone is only slightly stronger than you, you may envy them.
But when someone surpasses you by too much—
You stop feeling jealousy altogether.
They become something beyond human.
A monster.
"I'll suppress the tsunamis," Rosinante said calmly. "Prepare yourself to neutralize them afterward."
Naturally, Rosinante had no idea what kind of emotional storm Blackbeard was currently experiencing.
And even if he knew—
He would not care.
As Rosinante spoke, veins bulged violently across his body while blood vessels swelled everywhere beneath his skin.
The power he was releasing was so absurdly immense that even his own body struggled to withstand it.
"Understood," Whitebeard replied with a nod.
"Night Guy!"
Rosinante roared.
The instant he moved, the crimson vapor surrounding his body condensed into the shape of a gigantic blood-red dragon.
The dragon let out deafening roars as Rosinante shot forward toward the incoming tsunami.
"So powerful… It's a dragon!"
"Too strong!"
Even Whitebeard's commanders and allied captains stood there utterly dumbfounded.
"That idiot… does he not realize Devil Fruit users become powerless in seawater?" Katakuri frowned deeply.
He had not expected Rosinante's method to be this direct.
Rosinante was charging straight into the sea itself.
As a Devil Fruit user, contact with seawater should drain all his strength.
The Oathblood Guards' expressions changed drastically as well.
But it was already too late to stop him.
They could only watch anxiously.
Even Whitebeard frowned.
He could not understand Rosinante's intentions either.
Under normal logic, no Devil Fruit user would ever charge directly into seawater.
Much less into an enormous tsunami.
But Whitebeard knew Rosinante was not reckless.
If he chose this method, then he definitely had a reason.
Could the crimson dragon surrounding him somehow resist the power of the sea itself?
Under everyone's shocked gazes, the blood-red dragon roared directly into the tsunami.
And then—
It split the tsunami apart.
The terrifying momentum of the incoming wave was forcibly interrupted.
The gigantic wall of water crashing downward was torn open by the crimson dragon, greatly weakening the tsunami's power.
Wherever the blood dragon passed—
The sea itself submitted.
Like a divine dragon descending into the ocean.
Like a sea god commanding the tides themselves.