Kizaru Suppressed! Sengoku's Fury!

The convection of hot and cold air caused by the consecutive use of Fire Release and Water Release had already accumulated a large amount of electrical charge in mid-air. Now, with the help of the Kirin's technique, it was like a torrent that had found an outlet.

Dark, heavy thunderclouds gathered at an altitude of 10,000 meters, with lightning bolts crisscrossing wildly within the clouds, emitting deafening roars.

The next second, a Kirin formed from pure heavenly lightning descended upon the world, its body wreathed in lightning powerful enough to destroy everything, illuminating the entire gloomy sky.

The Kirin raised its head and let out a silent roar, then, carrying the power of heaven and earth, it crashed down towards Kizaru.

Kizaru's pupils suddenly contracted.

His Observation Haki was flashing a warning, and only one thought occupied his mind—he couldn't take the hit head-on.

The power of this move is far beyond what those Chidori Sharp Spear could achieve.

This is an attack that borrows the power of heaven and earth; it is turning the destructive power of nature itself into one's own.

Even he, if hit head-on by this move, would be badly injured.

Without the slightest hesitation, golden light exploded around him to its extreme, and he transformed into a streak of light, fleeing at a speed beyond the limits of the naked eye.

The Kirin crashed onto the sea.

There was no deafening explosion, only a blinding white light that made it impossible to open one's eyes.

After the light faded, a giant Uzumaki with a diameter of over a thousand meters was blasted into the sea surface. The temperature at the center of the Uzumaki was terrifyingly high. The seawater was instantly electrolyzed into hydrogen and oxygen, which were then ignited in the next Inazuma, exploding into rings of fire.

Steam billowed into the sky, and scalding hot water vapor enveloped the entire nearshore area.

Kizaru stood thousands of meters away in mid-air, looking down at the ever-expanding Uzumaki below, his palms sweating profusely.

Another scorch mark appeared on his trouser leg, this one longer than the last, burning from his knee all the way to his ankle.

Although he managed to escape the core area just before the Kirin landed, the lightning that grazed his body at that moment still caused a numbing sensation.

"Tsk." Kizaru clicked his tongue and looked down.

Natsu stood between the Wood Golem's eyebrows, looking up at him.

In those crimson Sharingan, there was not a trace of pride or relaxation, only icy killing intent and endless Chakra.

The Wood Golem raised its giant fist again, with Wood Dragon coiling around its side to protect it, and new Ninjutsu fluctuations began to gather in the surrounding air.

This shows they have no intention of stopping.

Kizaru took a deep breath.

We can't keep fighting like this.

He's Marine Admiral, not here to challenge someone to a one-on-one duel.

Island One is completely destroyed, and the Celestial Dragons are long dead. There's no point in continuing the fight; it would only waste his energy and allow this brat to continue using him as a sparring partner.

More importantly, he could vaguely sense that this kid hadn't used his full strength yet.

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

The air in the Fleet Admiral's Office seemed to have been sucked out, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Sengoku sat behind his large desk, holding the Encrypted Den Den Mushi he had just hung up.

His knuckles turned bluish-white from excessive force, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out, as if he wanted to crush the Den Den Mushi's shell.

The preliminary damage assessment report on the Sabaody Archipelago on the table was only half-read, and the corners were already deeply creased from his gripping.

"That bastard Borsalino ..." His voice was terribly hoarse, as if each word was being squeezed out from between his teeth, "What did he say? The Celestial Dragons is dead? Saint Charlos —is dead?"

The messenger standing in front of the desk was pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and even his salute was trembling. "Yes, yes, Fleet Admiral!"

Admiral Kizaru personally confirmed that Saint Charlos was Void Demon Tamer Uchiha Natsu on Sabaody No. 1 Island. All CP0 members perished, and Island One is now...

He didn't dare say anything more.

Sengoku's face turned from ashen to ashen, and then from ashen to flushed.

He slammed his hand on the desk with a loud thud, the heavy wooden surface sending documents, teacups, and ink bottles flying. Ink spilled all over the desk, soaking the unsigned bounty poster.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" he roared, the sound shaking the windowpanes. "What are CP0 agents good for? A dozen agents couldn't even protect one person?"

And Borsalino —isn't he in Sabaody? Isn't he Devil Fruit User? How could he let a Celestial Dragons be killed right under his nose?!

The messenger trembled with fear, his voice trembling. "When Admiral Kizaru arrived, Saint Charlos was already severely injured. He tried his best to save him, but... he still couldn't stop him..."

"Going all out?" Sengoku sneered, his laughter filled with sarcasm and helplessness. "If he really went all out, would Island One be reduced to ruins? Uchiha Natsu be able to escape unscathed?"

The messenger opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

The Sengoku did not pursue the matter further.

He knows Borsalino too well.

That old fox has always acted like this—looking carefree and nonchalant, but actually more cunning than anyone else.

Just as he was able to escape Origin Island unscathed a month ago, he will find the perfect balance between working and contributing this time as well.

This time, however, the price was the life of a Celestial Dragons.

The office door was gently pushed open.

Vice Admiral Tsuru He walked in carrying a cup of hot tea. The rising steam from the tea blurred the expression on her face.

She didn't speak, but simply placed the teacup in front of Sengoku, then picked up the wanted poster on the table, which was soaked in ink, and slowly flicked the ink off it.

"Borsalino has done his best." Her voice was as calm as ever, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

"If CP0 can't stop someone, he might not be able to keep them by himself. Besides, what we should be worrying about now isn't how to hold someone accountable, but what to do next."

Sengoku took the teacup, but did not drink it.

He stared at the tea swirling in his cup, remaining silent for a full half-minute before slowly speaking, his voice tinged with a weariness he himself didn't realize. "The Five Elders should have received the news by now."

As soon as he finished speaking, another Golden Den Den Mushi on the table—the encrypted line exclusively for the Five Elders —began to emit a low "blur blur" sound.

The air in the office seemed to freeze instantly.

Vice Admiral Tsuru put down the bounty poster in his hand and exchanged a glance with Sengoku.

A similar look of seriousness flashed in both of their eyes.

The last time this Golden Den Den Mushi rang was after the God Valley Incident, regarding the aftermath of the Rocks Pirates ' actions.

Decades have passed, and each time it rings out, it signifies a momentous event that could shake the world order.

Sengoku took a deep breath and reached out to answer the phone.