Boom—
An explosion beyond words erupted. Space first cracked into fragments, then was melted and vaporized by the blazing sun.
Immeasurable light and heat gushed from where the two men's blades met, and golden radiance instantly engulfed the entire battlefield.
Even Shanks, Hawkeye, Zoro, and the others positioned slightly farther back had no choice but to half-cover their eyes with their hands just to barely make out the details of the clash.
Only one man had no need to do so: Roger, holding a short blade, his two upturned mustaches curling above his lip.
He had already clearly heard the wail of space in his ears, and... the signs of Whitebeard's defeat!
So when Whitebeard's massive body was sent flying backward, he was the only one who did not dodge, because he had already found the angle. Holding his blade in one hand, he leaped up.
Powerful Conqueror's Haki wrapped around the famed blade "Ace" in his hand, and he swung at high speed, unleashing a slash that left Araki with no way to evade!
[Divine Departure]!
The powerful attack, said to be something even god could only avoid, did not look as shocking as Whitebeard's blow just now, which had directly torn space apart.
But Araki, who faced its edge head-on, found it no easier than before.
In his perception, Roger's blade was simply too harmonious, too perfect.
Along with the other man's movements, the wind echoed him, lending him force; the air parted on its own, making way for him. Everything in the surrounding environment seemed to be helping him, and the figure holding a blade in one hand seemed to be the center of heaven and earth, the darling of the world.
And his enemy, Araki, was forced to become the enemy of the world.
This was