At that moment, Ye Mu and Sengoku became the sole focus of the war.
No one else could take part in their battle.
Across the battlefield, pitch-black lightning flashed around the two men, seeming to stretch between heaven and earth. Conqueror's Haki swirled around them.
Even heaven and earth were affected by their wills.
Everything in the world seemed to split in two.
The sky, the land, the sea!
Half belonged to Ye Mu, and half to Sengoku!
Neither man had moved, yet everyone on the battlefield felt the ground trembling beneath their feet, as though the earth itself shook before their power. Something invisible seemed to press down on them, making it hard to breathe.
The storm clouds split in two. The surrounding sea churned, throwing up towering waves. A storm swept across the battlefield, and the fish fled in panic.
The people on the battlefield panicked too. Even the Awakened, who had lost their reason, sensed the danger and began to tremble.
"Wh-what kind of power is this...?"
"It's... terrifying..."
"It's like heaven and earth have been torn apart..."
In one corner of the battlefield, Garp stared at the scene in disbelief.
"That kid's reached that level too? Unbelievable..."
Hearing his father, Dragon asked curiously,
"Old man, what did you mean by that? Isn't this Conqueror's Coating?"
Garp paused at his son's question, then spoke to him with a gravity Dragon had never heard from him before.
"Dragon, you're not a child anymore. Whatever you choose to do in the future, I have no right to stand in your way and lecture you. But remember this: until you reach that kid's level, never put yourself in the line of fire."
Dragon had not expected his father to say anything like that. After a moment, he pressed him.
"What