This was no mere clash of strength. It was the judgment of the world's supreme ruler, and every shred of dark power carried the authority to crush all things.
Facing the blow, Madara Uchiha drove Susanoo forward, shattering the void beneath its stride. He raised its cyan blade high and met the attack head-on!
CLANG—!!!
The deafening clash of steel split the sky and sent the entire sea trembling. Sound swept in every direction, stabbing at countless eardrums below and leaving heads reeling.
The clear blue Chakra blade slammed into the dark crimson sword of black mist. Two utterly different systems of power collided, tore at each other, and locked in a contest of strength.
Blue was the destructive might passed down through the Uchiha bloodline;
Dark crimson was the authority that had ruled the world for eight hundred years.
The two immense forces pressed against each other at a single point in the void. Neither could advance another inch.
The brief, suffocating stalemate seemed to make it hard for the whole world to breathe.
Visible rings of shockwaves spread wildly from where the blades met, one after another.
Floating rubble was ground to dust in their path. The thin air ripped apart, the void shuddered, and fine cracks spread across the sky.
On the sea and amid the ruins below, everyone who witnessed it was shaken to the core.
Garp stood at the edge of a ruined wall. Layers of black Armament Haki coated him, while dense Conqueror's Haki surged around him in a black storm that swept up rubble but could not budge him.
He stared up at the two enormous figures, his aged eyes full of shock. Every tendon in his body was stretched taut, every muscle clenched.
He had spent his life roaming the seas. He