Ninja!

The battlefield had now completely become Mirai's one-man stage. Golden Lion and Whitebeard had been reduced to mere spectators, while the countless pirates were stunned by the confrontation before them. One man was challenging a hundred thousand Marines, along with Sengoku, Garp, the three Admirals, and the legendary Five Elders—this was far too outrageous. They had even forgotten to land, watching this grand battle unfold before their eyes. Vines dozens of meters long continuously danced through the air, then bloomed with flowers. Layer upon layer of powder spewed from the blossoms, and in an instant, countless Marines were enveloped by pollen. They lost the ability to move and collapsed limply to the ground.

"Is this... pollen poison?"

The Five Elders, who had been brimming with momentum just moments ago, inhaled the toxic powder and immediately dropped to one knee. Their entire bodies felt as though they had been injected with anesthetic, leaving them without the slightest strength to move. Sengoku, Garp, and the comparatively weaker three Admirals fell directly to their knees, unable to rise, their faces flushed a deep purple.

"Despicable! You actually used drugs!" Sengoku could not help but curse.

Mirai stood before the crowd, his deep Rinnegan blinking as he spoke. "As one's strength rises, the gap in levels becomes an insurmountable chasm. Just like now, Five Elders, your strength is probably only two minor levels below mine. But once we reach our current level, even a difference of one level means a world of difference in strength. That move just now merely took away your ability to resist. What comes next is the real killing move. I wonder how many of you will survive it!"

"What are you planning?" The long-bearded old man stared gravely at the hand seals Mirai was forming. After watching for a