Conqueror's Haki Clash

The deserted island shook.

The ground seemed to be torn apart by two invisible forces before they even met. Dead leaves whirled, and dust rose into the air.

Ripples spread across the sea, as though even the ocean sensed the clash about to erupt.

At the edge of the jungle—

Two pirate crews powerful enough to reshape an era finally met face-to-face.

On one side stood the king chasing the end of the world.

On the other stood the white whale of the seas.

The air was thick with tension and excitement.

The Roger Pirates immediately fixed their eyes on the strangely dressed samurai.

Two blades in hand.

His topknot tied high.

Bare feet planted on the ground.

He was powerfully built, yet moved with the agility of a beast ready to pounce.

His presence was nothing like that of an ordinary pirate.

Roger grinned, interest flashing in his eyes.

"I've heard plenty about you—"

"Bomb Warrior."

Oden's eyes shone with pure fighting spirit and a hunger for adventure.

He did not bother with a greeting.

He stamped down, and the ground burst apart.

"We just have to take all their treasure, right?!"

Behind him, the Whitebeard Pirates' faces changed at once.

"Wait, Captain Oden—!!!"

"These enemies are completely different!!!"

"The Roger Pirates won't be easy to deal with—!!!"

But Oden had already charged.

Ignoring them, he crossed his swords.

He shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.

"Oden Two-Sword Style—"

"Gun Modoki—!!!"

Armament Haki coated both blades.

He slashed with his swords crossed and flashed past several Roger Pirates at the front.

He did not slow down. It looked as though he had merely swept by.

But the next instant—

"Pfft—!!!"

Blood sprayed.

The crewmen he had passed went rigid.

They fell together, their chests and bellies