The Navy's Confidence

Power that overwhelmed the entire battlefield.

An oppressive aura.

No matter how many enemies stood ahead, wherever his blade pointed, lives were as insignificant and fragile as specks of dust.

That was Maud.

Standing in the middle of the battlefield, he drew the attention of everyone around him at all times.

The pirates watched Maud's figure with complicated expressions.

Even now, they had yet to see the slightest hint of fatigue on him.

The world's strongest man, who seemed completely unfamiliar with exhaustion.

What kind of monster was he?

"Why hasn't his strength weakened at all...?"

The Marines, who had lain in wait since before the festivities and only appeared now, had witnessed Maud engage in several high-intensity battles through the live broadcast.

In theory—

As long as one remained within the realm of living creatures, fatigue was inevitable after so many fierce battles.

That was the result they had hoped to see before mobilizing.

However.

The state Maud displayed was completely different from what they had expected.

Was there never a moment when he would grow tired?

That biological phenomenon seemed not to apply to Maud.

"Bottomless stamina..."

Smoker gripped his jitte tightly, staring at Maud in the distance with a grave expression.

Recalling the previous Summit War and the battle at Impel Down, he had never once seen Maud reveal the slightest sign of fatigue.

But this war...

Had involved world-class powerhouses such as Bullet, Charlotte Linlin, and Hawk Eyes.

Even so, they had still been unable to bring Maud down...

Smoker's thoughts churned, and his expression grew increasingly solemn.

"Don't just stand there! Deal with the other pirates first!"

An elite vice admiral suddenly came to his senses and shouted for his comrades to act quickly.

Hearing the vice admiral's order, the Marines who had been intimidated