Those who stood at the pinnacle of the world usually possessed massive suppression techniques capable of taking on ten thousand enemies alone:
Akainu's Meteor Volcano, Blue Pheasant's Ice Age, Kizaru's Yasakani no Magatama, Whitebeard's tsunami shocks, Big Mom's Soul Homies, Red Hair's Conqueror's Haki of Face.
Yet Garen could achieve the same with swordsmanship alone.
Katakuri, Smoothie, Cracker, Perospero, and dozens of other notorious experts from a Yonko crew were all suppressed so thoroughly by the overwhelming Might of the Nation sword energy that they could barely raise their heads.
Their fierce group assault had turned into passive punishment.
Katakuri could briefly foresee the future. He could see the horrifying sight of that sword energy crushing everything, yet he could find no way to avoid that future.
"Get behind me!"
He could only transform himself into a shield once more, protecting his weaker siblings from being harmed by the sword energy.
At that moment, Katakuri could not help regretting his earlier bad decision:
Before an enemy strong enough to rival Mama, most of the siblings he had brought could not even help bolster their side's momentum. Instead, they had become burdens that kept him from fighting freely.
Though Katakuri's Mochi-Mochi Fruit sounded soft and powerless, the massive black shield it formed stood as steady as a mountain.
Even so, the gigantic shield continued trembling beneath the earth-shaking sword energy.
The black Armament Haki was ground so fiercely by the raging sword winds that it nearly sparked, while Katakuri's incomparably tough body was forcibly warped and deformed under the immense pressure, smashed inward like an actual mochi dumpling struck by a wooden mallet.
Katakuri braced against the storm with all his strength, his body gradually forced back dozens of meters as the ground beneath his feet tore apart like brittle paper.