Rumble!
On a deserted island not far from the waters where the Whitebeard Pirates' fleet lay, heaven and earth shook, and flying slashes crisscrossed the battlefield.
Vast swaths of air cracked inch by inch under the influence of a certain power. The air quivered, the ground shook violently, and a towering tsunami roared in from behind.
Facing it was a horde of beasts made of earth, each as massive as a mountain, hundreds or even thousands of meters long, with terrifying flying slashes mixed among them.
The first thing Newgate had done after returning to his prime was find somewhere to have a good, hard fight with Shiki.
No one dared approach within a dozen kilometers of the island. Both Whitebeard's pirate fleet and Golden Lion's Floating Island stayed that far away, watching the battle from a distance. There was only one exception.
Oak spread his blood-red wings and hovered above the battlefield, occasionally waving a hand to scatter a stray shock wave as he watched with relish.
Newgate and Shiki were both in the best condition they could possibly achieve at their age. Oak had never seen how strong they had been at their absolute peak, but he knew they were now every bit as powerful as they had been back on Hachinosu.
Even Sengoku and Garp, men of their generation, fell short of them.
Perhaps Garp could still muster this level of strength if he pushed himself to the limit, but he lacked their endurance and could not maintain it as steadily as they could.
Among the powerful figures of this era, no one could match them either. Whether it was Garling and Shamrock of the God's Knights, the Marine Admirals, or even Red-Haired Shanks, the newest of the Four Emperors, they might have held a slight advantage