The Road Roger Walked!

The terrifying Conqueror's Haki instantly enveloped both Saint Garling and Shanks.

That familiar Haki made both men freeze involuntarily. Shanks, who had been swinging his blade down at Sengoku, faltered and revealed a fleeting opening, giving Sengoku the chance to evade.

Sengoku twisted aside, and the long blade narrowly missed his arm. Shanks' slash left a blade mark across the ground that stretched for a thousand meters, carving a bottomless ravine into the Red Line.

A fierce wind swept past. Although Sengoku felt a stinging pain on his face, he had no attention to spare for it. He looked toward the source of the Conqueror's Haki, and instead of relief at having been saved, his eyes brimmed with disappointment and regret.

He was all too familiar with Tsugikuni Yoriichi's Conqueror's Haki. The instant he felt it, he knew Tsugikuni Yoriichi had returned.

But this was not what Sengoku wanted to see. He did not want Tsugikuni Yoriichi to come back and help him.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi's actions only filled Sengoku with deep shame. He felt that he had become Tsugikuni Yoriichi's burden. If his presence caused the operation to fail, Sengoku would feel even more sorry toward his fallen comrades.

"Yoriichi, don't worry about me. Go do what you need to do."

Though he could not see Tsugikuni Yoriichi, he knew Yoriichi could hear him.

Having narrowly avoided Shanks' attack, Sengoku shouted loudly. At the same time, as if to prove that he still had the strength to fight, he thrust his palm toward Shanks.

The fighting power a man prepared to die could unleash was terrifying. During Shanks' brief moment of distraction, Sengoku's attack had already arrived before him. By the time Shanks reacted and tried to dodge, he had missed the best opportunity. He could only raise his blade