A Great Emperor Falls at Last

"Damn it!"

Chaos had managed to dodge.

But the hairs all over his body still stood on end.

His opponent had even seen through him at a glance and realized he could use Future Prediction.

Compared to D, this old monster was even more terrifying.

He hadn't even seen how the other man had attacked, yet his Gold-Gold Fruit and Soul-Soul Fruit had both been rendered useless. It was as if his left and right arms had been cut off. The whole thing was downright sinister, and impossible to guard against.

Retreat!

Chaos made the decision without hesitation.

He didn't waste a second.

They'd already met. There was no need to rush—he had plenty of time. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west.

He wasn't a match for the other man now, but after laying low and growing stronger for a while, he would be.

The air exploded beneath Chaos's feet. Without even attempting a counterattack, he shot straight into the sky like a firework.

His first guess was that Old Wan and the others had been restrained too. Otherwise, they would have responded to the subtle signal he'd sent.

Boom!!!

Chaos wanted to leave, but Imu had no intention of letting him.

An ant was still an ant. If one crossed his path, he'd crush it without a second thought rather than let it keep hopping around in front of him.

Imu punched from a distance.

The atmosphere shattered in layers. His punch was even more terrifying than Whitebeard's.

"Serious Punch."

Chaos's expression changed drastically. He activated Future Prediction and saw that he was within range of the attack from every direction. There was only one option: meet it head-on.

He turned and unleashed a Serious Punch of his own.

With the Gold-Gold Fruit gone, Golden Molten