Watching Roger's Execution at the Start

Atlas focused his will and forcibly drew the Flame Dragon's body back together. It grew even larger and coiled around him once more.

Lightning against lightning! Fire against fire!

Big Mom had no advantage at all!

"You damned brat!"

On Broccoli Island.

Smoker and the other Marines had gradually recovered from the crushing force of Conqueror's Haki. One by one, they looked toward the harbor.

"Sir, should we go arrest Katakuri?"

Smoker turned and gave the Marine who had spoken a look reserved for idiots.

"Arrest him? Which of you is going?"

At that, every Marine present lowered his head in silence.

What a joke. They had barely endured his Conqueror's Haki, and now he could move again. His options were hardly limited to Conqueror's Haki.

Atlas might have destroyed one of his arms, but dealing with small fry like them would still be easy.

"Smoker, should we call Marineford and report what's happening here?"

Kyros asked from beside him, worry in his voice.

"I already called Admiral Sengoku, but..."

Smoker rubbed his forehead and shook his head, looking embarrassed. "He said there's no one available to send as reinforcements. Vice Admiral Garp and Vice Admiral Akainu are both away from the base on missions. Admiral Sengoku has told them to get here as fast as they can."

Aboard the enormous Queen Mama Chanter.

Katakuri, able to move again, leaned against the cabin wall with a dark expression. In his arms lay Smoothie, without a trace of life left in her.

He had thought he was dead. There was no way he could have survived the slash Atlas had unleashed before leaving, not in the condition he had been in.

He had never expected Smoothie to rush forward and take that fatal blow with her own body.

Damned Marines...