Whoosh!
Onigumo dove toward the ground from above,
the blade flashing brilliantly before him, its fearsome momentum carrying the Great Swordsman's boldness to cut through all things.
"Justice!"
"Will prevail!"
Onigumo clenched his teeth, hoarsely forcing the thoughts in his heart out from the depths of his throat,
the battle here naturally caught the attention of both sides, each continually assessing the other's strength and potential,
"Onigumo's putting up quite a fight, too."
Sengoku couldn't help but sigh with relief at the sight,
"After all, most of the men in the Navy still have justice in their hearts..."
"If Onigumo can get through this,"
"he'll catch a glimpse of the Great Swordsman's realm."
"He might even become another Admiral Candidate..."
The power system of this world depended not only on a body forged through endless toil, but also on an indomitable will.
There were countless talented newcomers who started out with everything going their way. At first, they made a name for themselves in the first half of the Grand Line, with few able to stand against them. Their pride soared so high that they compared themselves to the Four Emperors and the Admirals.
But after being taught a lesson by a truly top-tier fighter, they discovered that the gap between them and the strongest wasn't a hair's breadth—it was a thousand miles.
Three punches and two kicks from a great pirate on a Yonko Level left them with broken bones and torn muscles, utterly miserable.
The blow shattered their confidence. Their Haki went with it, too.
Gecko Moria and Crocodile were just like that. Not only had their strength declined drastically, they'd also come to rely on external things for power. There was no doubt they'd strayed from the path of the strong.
But if you had extraordinary talent