Destruction of the World Pirates

High above, the rolling Cloud Sea was repeatedly torn apart and reshaped by the shockwaves spilling from the battlefield.

Rock stood with his hands behind his back, suspended mid-air as his Observation Haki extended to its absolute limit, clearly capturing every single detail of the battle below.

It's already... reached the limit.

Rock muttered to himself, his voice swallowed by the howling wind.

The battle below had already lost its equilibrium, with Sakazuki being firmly suppressed by World.

Just a short while ago, Bullet's punch had ruthlessly shattered Byjack's skull. The instant the fresh blood splashed onto the deck, World's aura erupted like a detonated powder keg, spinning completely out of control.

The power of the More More Fruit was unleashed without the slightest restraint, like the shattering of reason's shackles.

"Aaaaaah--!!!"

World roared up at the sky, his sound resembling thunder tearing through the clouds.

Power accumulated and expanded frantically inside his body.

Sixtyfold.

Seventyfold.

Eightyfold...

Every time he threw a punch, the air exploded ahead of his fist-tip, forming visible shockwaves.

That was no longer a mere attack; they were falling mountains, carrying an overwhelming weight as they fiercely smashed toward his opponent.

Sakazuki was already bathed in blood. Blistering magma constantly ruptured and splattered across his surface, only to be forcibly dragged back and re-condensed by sheer willpower the next moment.

Every defense was accompanied by the groans of bone and muscle, but his gaze grew increasingly cold and focused.

His punches were no longer hasty.

His output was no longer scattered.

That was the kind of growth that only hatched after being driven to the edge of life and death.

Rock quietly watched all of this, a flash of complex emotion crossing the depths of his eyes.

"Sakazuki..."

"You've already done well."

He knew very well