Great Might

Wano Country, Ringo.

The wind and snow had yet to cease.

Only an overwhelming presence remained at the center of the battlefield.

Kaido stood there in his human-beast form, like a living calamity.

Even the air faintly trembled with every breath he took.

Moria knelt halfway on the ground, both hands braced against the snow, his knuckles white.

His chest heaved violently, every breath carrying the taste of blood.

He looked up at that figure.

A realization utterly sank in, and Rock's casually spoken words echoed in his mind.

"He's a monster who took two slaps from me and still didn't die."

He had not believed it then, thinking it was merely an exaggeration.

But now, he finally understood.

It was not mockery, but a fact that even common sense could not bear.

That kind of existence... was on an entirely different level from him.

At that thought, Moria's pupils contracted, and his train of thought was abruptly cut off!

His crew.

His crew members.

Those companions who had traveled all the way through the Grand Line, surviving through blood and blades!

Those who knew this journey was dangerous—

Yet had still been willing to follow him into a place like Wano Country to die!

They could not die. He absolutely could not let them die!!!

"I have to... get them out..."

The moment that thought formed, he instinctively turned around.

Then—

The entire world seemed to collapse at that instant.

What entered his sight was hell.

There was no embellishment, no buffer. It was simply hell.

The Moonlight Pirates were being slaughtered. Everything that had served them so well in the New World had utterly failed.

Without the Shadow Army clearing the way, without Moria holding the line, their fighting style was completely torn apart in that moment.

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