"Crack, crack, crack!"
Dense cracks spread rapidly, radiating in every direction as Marineford trembled, crumbled, and shook.
An immense, overwhelming force filled the air, surging outward and crushing everything in its path, striking terror into every heart.
"It really is the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit!"
"Another Whitebeard?"
"No, he might be even stronger than Whitebeard. According to our intelligence, this man seems to wield the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit!"
"Two abilities?!"
The Marines looked up across the battlefield, feeling the stagnant, heavy pressure in the air as their hearts trembled.
Though River had called it barely enough force to massage his back, everyone else saw the astonishing destructive power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
"Zehahahaha!"
"River, your boasting isn't funny at all."
Marshall D. Teach clenched his right fist and laughed with a wide grin.
Gale-force winds howled, whipping his clothes and the unruly hair on his head. Distorted air currents and flashes of light radiated from the center of their clash.
This collision was no less powerful than the battle not long before.
It was like watching that scene unfold again, filling countless people with dread.
Just then, Donquixote Doflamingo moved. He slashed his five fingers toward Marshall D. Teach, sending five fierce cuts tearing through the air.
"You again!"
Marshall D. Teach whipped his head around and raised his left hand, blocking the five cutting threads with a bang as faint currents of air scattered.
Donquixote Doflamingo's pupils contracted. His attack had accomplished nothing.
Looking closer, he quickly noticed darkness flowing between Marshall D. Teach's fingers, shrouding them.
"Zehahahaha!"
"How shameful. With all your strength, you still need someone else's help to deal with me, River?"
Marshall D. Teach laughed, fixing River with a sharp gaze.
"So you really have reached your limit!"
"Today is the perfect