The Emperor Is Fate Itself, Fleeing Into Outer Space

"You're dying here today!"

"Wahaha~"

Kaido's face twisted into a savage grin. Covered in blood and wounds, he slashed his Dragon Claw toward Chaos's neck, every strike aimed to kill.

Chaos's chest had caved in from Whitebeard's blows, and another bloody wound gaped open, exposing his ribs and lungs.

This Emperor is fate itself. How could I die at the hands of trash who've thrown away their pride?

Red light flashed in Chaos's eyes as visions of the future unfolded.

He leaned back just enough to evade Kaido's attack, then swung his left fist, wreathed in rainbow flames, with all his strength.

Whoosh!

A flash of sword light streaked by so quickly that even Chaos couldn't react. His Future Prediction hadn't been triggered, either.

Blood sprayed like a fountain. An arm traced a graceful arc through the air before hitting the ground and rolling, twitching now and then.

Cold sweat beaded on Chaos's forehead. He forced himself to endure the pain of losing an arm, then kicked out, meeting Whitebeard's fist head-on.

The air shattered in waves.

At the same time, a golden spike thrust out of the ground on his right, barely managing to block Kaido's tail.

"Almighty Push!"

Blood continued to pour from Chaos's mouth as Almighty Push burst outward.

He narrowly managed to repel Red-Hair's attack.

But the force held for barely a second before shattering. Whitebeard's fist was already coming at him again. Future Prediction triggered once more, but it was no use—the power of Whitebeard's quakes struck from every direction.

Who knew how many more bones had broken? Chaos shot away like a beam of light, crashing through one mountain after another and leaving a wide-open path in his wake. At the end of it, he lay sprawled on the ground.

One man couldn't fight