High above.
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Light and thunder faced off.
The air was pulled taut by invisible forces, like a string stretched to its limit—ready to snap at any moment.
The deck was deathly silent.
The sea wind still blew, but no one dared move.
"The Navy... actually sent an Admiral?!"
Jinbe's voice was low and tight with disbelief.
All the Fish-Men around him froze.
"A Marine Admiral..."
"That's... the ultimate force capable of destroying an island..."
They looked up, their eyes locked on the heavens.
Two figures hung at the pinnacle of the world.
One was like a blazing sun descending upon the earth, its golden light too dazzling to look at directly.
The other was like the Thunder God arriving, his pressure as deep as an abyss, the air frozen solid.
In a corner, Arlong stood at the edge of the deck, staring fixedly at the sea.
Just moments ago, that stretch of ocean had been forcibly pressed into a massive depression by the aftershock.
Rock's casual words kept echoing in his mind.
—Did you think I couldn't do anything to you just because you hid in the sea?
His fists slowly clenched, his knuckles turning white.
Then they gradually loosened again.
The arrogance that had once supported him, that belief that "Fish-Men were born superior," was completely crushed at this moment.
On the other side.
Tiger stood where he was, his expression more solemn than ever.
He had once been an adventurer. He had seen the world, the deep sea and the sky, humans and Fish-Men.
But he had never entered a realm like this.
"If I could reach that level, no one would dare bully Fish-Man Island anymore..."