Beneath a sky choked with dark clouds and rumbling thunder.
The red earth of RL1111 Area was a scene of utter devastation as far as the eye could see.
Savage ravines, shattered boulders, cooled lava, and desertified land.
The wind still seemed to carry a faint, lingering sense of battle intent that refused to fade.
These were all traces left behind by Kaido, Shiki, Crocodile, and the others.
Dressed in a black suit with a pristine white Coat of Justice draped over his shoulders, Garp raised his tightly clenched massive fist and flashed a brilliant grin, baring two rows of gleaming white teeth.
From a hundred meters away, he locked eyes with Redfield, who wore a crimson noble court uniform, a lavish scarlet cape, and stood with both hands resting on the Violet Umbrella Sword planted in the ground.
The former's gaze burned with eagerness to fight.
The latter remained expressionless, but an eerie chill flickered within his golden eyes.
"What is a Sword Saint?"
On Sky Island Upper Yard, at the edge of the former temple's Island Cloud atop the Heaven-Piercing Vine, Boros turned to look at Kaido beside him.
Both were naturally battle-hungry, so they often gathered together and flew beyond Sea Star into space to spar.
Though Kaido was beaten black and blue every time, he relished it and kept coming back despite repeated defeats.
"Someone whose Swordsmanship has reached the Domain of God."
"Even Colorless Haki cannot easily withstand their slashes."
"They have pushed their attack power nearly to its limit. They are extremely dangerous."
Recalling his previous battle with Shiki, Kaido spoke to Boros with a grave expression.
"Oh?"
Boros immediately grew curious.
He knew Kaido's strength very well and had long understood Colorless Haki.
Recently, he had been figuring out how to awaken Conqueror's