"What?!"
The conversation between Moria and Sengoku had not been concealed in the slightest. No—rather than saying it had not been concealed, it would be more accurate to say Moria had deliberately spread the news.
His shrill laughter already carried remarkably far, and coupled with such explosive news, it was instantly like a nuclear bomb had been dropped onto the battlefield!
And, as if to prove his own words, the moment his voice fell, a fierce presence swept outward with Gekko Moria at its center.
Conqueror's Haki!
Although Araki had previously described it as weak, that depended on who it was being compared to.
Conqueror's Haki was a powerful ability that only one in a million could possess. Looking across the entire battlefield, even though the current Marineford had gathered more than half of the world's peak fighting forces, those who possessed Conqueror's Haki could still be counted on one hand!
Whitebeard, Sengoku, Boa Hancock, Doflamingo...
The others might be strong, and perhaps they had the potential too, but at this stage, if they did not have it, they did not have it.
And even the weakest Conqueror's Haki was an unstoppable crowd-clearing divine skill against ordinary Marine soldiers and low-level pirates.
Thus, the two sides fighting beneath Moria's feet instantly collapsed in swathes.
And that sudden aura also froze the faintly mocking expression on Doflamingo's face at the edge of the battlefield.
He understood Moria's situation. Just like Crocodile, after suffering a crushing defeat at Kaido's hands back then, he had taken an enormous blow, lost all confidence, and his Haki had declined year after year. He should have long since been unable to use it.
The difference was that Moria valued his companions even more than Crocodile did, and he had lost even more miserably, so his decadence