The Final Melee

Whoosh—!

When the rubber ripples of the core battlefield and the gravitational storm from the earth's core completely reduced this metal foundation to nothingness, the tangled hellscape of melee suddenly met the sea's most elite speed-based division amid that instant of overlap.

It was the ultimate velocity of the Glint-Glint Fruit, as well as the supreme sharpness displayed by a Navy top combatant after bearing the shackles of "Absolute Justice."

Golden auroras refracted hundreds of thousands of times in an instant, forcibly cutting the chaotic void into two entirely separate battlefields of life and death. Particles of light gathered at the geometric center. Borsalino Kizaru's tattered black-and-white coat snapped fiercely in the storm, and beneath those deep golden sunglasses, an absolute killing intent erupted that silenced the entire ocean!

"Gee~ If I don't go all out now, Sakazuki might really come in person..."

There was none of Kizaru's usual slipperiness or perfunctory attitude on his signature lecherous old face. As he flung his arms wide, the golden auroras filling the sky did not turn into a barrage of Yasakani no Magatama. Instead, they condensed into four thousand-meter walls, each forcibly compressed from high-density Armament Haki and light particles—Ama no Iwato: Golden Divine Wall!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The four divine walls streaked forth at a speed that broke the laws of space and time, forcefully spanning the battlefield's flanks. With his absolute speed and immense sword pressure alone, Kizaru tore Zoro, Sanji, Aira, and Keen away from the core zone and pinned them inside a cage of flowing light on the flank!

"Tch... old man of light, your speed really is disgusting, but trying to stop all of us by yourself? You think too highly of yourself!!"

On the flanking battlefield, the sole eye beneath Zoro's green bandana burned with