Countless people screamed in despair.
The pirates who had rushed to man the cannons were trembling so badly that they couldn't even light the fuses.
Even if they managed to fire, it would be useless.
Those tiny cannonballs hitting an island of that scale were no different from tickling an elephant.
"Let me do it!"
Third Division Commander Jozu roared, his entire body instantly turning to diamond as he prepared to take the impact head-on.
Just then, a voice as steady as a mountain thundered across the deck, forcing everyone to freeze.
"All of you, get the hell out of the way!"
It was the voice they knew better than anything else—their father.
Instinctively, everyone retreated.
Whitebeard stood at the very front of the deck, his right hand gripping Murakumogiri.
The already absurd muscles in his arm swelled another full circle, veins bulging like coiled dragons beneath his skin, radiating explosive power.
Facing the giant island crashing down from the heavens, he didn't bother with any fancy techniques.
He swung his blade straight on!
But this was not a swordsman's slash.
On Murakumogiri's blade, a white, semi-transparent halo suddenly condensed.
It was Whitebeard perfectly fusing his terrifying Haki with the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, releasing a full-strength blow through the bisento.
The vibrating force compressed madly in the void ahead.
The space before the blade let out a series of bone-grinding cracking sounds.
Like a mirror struck by a sledgehammer, the air instantly filled with dense fractures, each one flashing with deadly light—some of the largest cracks stretching dozens of meters long.
Space.
The atmosphere.
Both shattered completely under this single strike!
—BOOM!!
A visible white shockwave, carrying annihilating force, slammed violently into the falling island.
And then—
—KABOOOOM!!!
Two world-destroying powers collided head-on in midair.
Before the tyrannical destructive force of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, the burning giant island was no sturdier than a clod of earth.
Its surface instantly split apart into massive canyon-like fissures, then collapsed completely from the inside.
Before it could even hit the sea, the enormous island exploded in the air like a firework, turning into a rain of shattered stone that screamed as it crashed into the distant ocean.
A terrifying meteor shower erupted across the sea, sending countless water columns soaring skyward amid continuous thunderous explosions.
The attack… was stopped.
Yet everyone could clearly feel just how despair-inducing the power both sides had displayed in that single instant.
"Zehahahaha…"
At an inconspicuous corner near the stern of the Moby Dick, a dark, heavyset pirate let out a sinister chuckle.
Marshall D. Teach first glanced at his awe-inspiring father, then greedily raised his eyes toward Tenma in the sky, a crazed fire of desire burning deep within them.
This—this—was true power!
Power that could destroy the world and dominate everything!
And it was exactly what he had dreamed of possessing!
Ever since the news of the summit battle spread, Teach's ambition had no longer been limited to just his father alone.
Compared to Whitebeard's invincible Tremor-Tremor Fruit, the abilities Tenma had displayed made him drool just as much.
If he could obtain Whitebeard's overwhelmingly destructive Paramecia, and Tenma's Float-Float Fruit that granted absolute aerial supremacy, and the More-More Fruit that could amplify abilities a hundredfold…
As long as he could seize these two men's strategic, god-tier Devil Fruit powers—
The throne of the strongest in the world!
The great treasure ONE PIECE!
Even the entire world itself—
All of it would undoubtedly fall into his grasp!!
Above, dark clouds churned, thunder flickering faintly within them.
The oppressive weather felt like an omen, heralding the coming storm of blood and carnage upon the seas.
At the center of the Moby Dick, the atmosphere was so heavy it felt as though the air itself had solidified.
Whitebeard, Edward Newgate, sat firmly in his seat, Murakumogiri gleaming coldly in his grasp.
His beast-like eyes locked onto the man floating high above with a carefree expression—Tenma.
No extra words were needed.
The rage and pressure radiating from his very bones had already thickened the surrounding air.
No matter why the other side had come—
Once weapons were drawn first, it was a matter of life and death.
"Tenma!!!"
Whitebeard let out a furious roar, his voice rolling across the sea like exploding thunder.
Terrifying Conqueror's Haki mixed with the sound waves, instantly causing the once-calm ocean to churn violently, as if boiling.
Faced with that earth-shaking roar, Tenma in midair merely raised his right hand lazily, palm facing outward.
That infuriating smile hung at the corner of his lips, his gaze filled with the contempt one might reserve for ants about to be crushed underfoot.
Blocking the first move—so what?
The real gift was only just beginning.
After all, it wasn't just a single island floating around Tenma.
With the awakened power of the More-More Fruit enhancing everything, those island-whale-sized landmasses began to swell at a frenzied rate.
In the blink of an eye, the chunks of earth inflated like balloons, expanding rapidly into terrifying masses comparable to vast cities—or even island nations.
The visual impact was countless times more horrifying than the previous island drop.
Enormous shadows instantly devoured the light.
A sea area spanning tens of thousands of meters plunged from broad daylight into eternal night.
The sun was completely blotted out, leaving only a despair-inducing dome of dark rock overhead.
Before this sky-covering monstrosity, the massive Moby Dick was no more than a speck of dust.
"A-Are you kidding me?!"
"If that thing comes down, we'll be turned into minced meat!"
"Is this really power a human can have?! This is divine punishment!"
Despair spread across the deck like a plague.
Compared to the earlier shock, this time countless battle-hardened pirates had their legs give out, collapsing to the ground, utterly unable to even grip their weapons.
Marco's brows were tightly knit—he didn't even know how to begin rallying brothers whose courage had been completely shattered.
Even the usually unyielding Jozu was drenched in cold sweat, no longer daring to show off his toughness at a time like this.
If the earlier "meteor" could maybe be forced aside with his diamond body, then charging in now would be nothing but a moth flying into a flame.
The executives of the Red-Haired Pirates were equally dumbfounded, throats dry.
If this kind of world-ending might were spread across the seas by News Coo, the entire world would be shaken to its core.
This was a genuine, extinction-level disaster.
The howling wind turned into a piercing shriek as the sky-covering island, carrying doomsday momentum, began its descent.
There was no escape route.
Death loomed from every direction.
All anyone could do was stare upward in despair, watching the rough stone textures expand rapidly in their vision.
Those were the footsteps of death drawing near.
"OLD MAN!!"
The tear-filled cries of countless voices rang out, piercing the sky—
Their one and only lifeline.
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