Innovating and Reforming Again (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, a Few Words)

"Th-this is Conqueror's Haki?"

"Impossible. Just the clash of Conqueror's Haki is like a natural disaster. This isn't the kind of kingly disposition I understand."

"How can it be this powerful? It's affecting the environment through sheer willpower."

"Are you sure this is Conqueror's Haki?"

"You've got to be kidding! How could Conqueror's Haki cause a scene like this?"

"It's like the end of the world!"

Lightning serpents spread across the sky.

Hurricanes tore through the air.

The ice was collapsing.

Two supreme wills of Conqueror's Haki collided, and every corner of the world fell silent.

This clash was beyond their comprehension.

"Gaia Chaos!"

Thousands of meters away, Sengoku stood on the execution platform, cold sweat slowly beading at his temples.

His opponent's Conqueror's Haki was suppressing him.

But—

Evil would never triumph over good.

Sengoku gritted his teeth and held on. He absolutely could not lose.

He represented justice and the dignity of the Marines.

This silent confrontation lasted three minutes in the end.

The black-and-red lightning tsunami swept across the harbor, but was forcibly halted when it reached the edge of the central plaza.

"Pathetic. You're already like this from so far away. If you were face-to-face, wouldn't you be spitting blood?"

"And you call yourself Fleet Admiral!"

On the execution platform.

Only Betty and Garp, who were right beside him, knew how much effort Sengoku had spent resisting that Conqueror's Haki.

The cold sweat streaming down his face and his pallid complexion said it all.

He looked just like a man with kidney deficiency.

One had to understand.

Chaos's Conqueror's Haki wasn't just Conqueror's Haki. It also carried a mental attack fused with the Soul-Soul Fruit.

No one knew what Sengoku had endured during the clash.

In short, things had gone badly for him.

Anyone could see