"He's here. The strongest in the New World, Roy of the Five Emperors."
Gulp.
Even though they had prepared themselves mentally, when the moment of the final battle actually arrived...
Many in the Whitebeard Pirates Alliance swallowed hard.
Their forces had dwindled by several thousand more since yesterday.
Fewer than twenty thousand remained.
The two Kings of the Underworld had not fled.
Of the ten pirate crews that had initially come to support them, only five remained.
These five were also the strongest crews.
Two of their captains possessed Admiral Candidate-level combat strength.
The rest were the Whitebeard Pirates and their subordinate crews.
They lived up to their reputation as a veteran Emperor's crew. None of their fifteen division commanders had fled.
However, of their forty-odd ships, only fifteen had come.
Faced with Roy's forces at the height of their power, they had ultimately grown afraid.
Boom! Boom!
Wind and clouds surged as red and black lightning swept across the entire area.
Whitebeard was the first to unleash his King's Haki.
"Gurarara! I've long heard that Calamity Roy's might reigns supreme. Seeing you once beats hearing about you a hundred times."
As that aura swept past, waves dozens of meters high rose from the sea.
The two warships under Roy's command pressed forward through the wind and waves.
Boom!
Suddenly, an explosion rang out, and an even more terrifying burst of Haki erupted.
The two torrents of Haki, crackling with red and black lightning, collided with a crash.
To everyone's surprise, Whitebeard's Conqueror's Haki dispersed in an instant.
Whitebeard himself staggered back several steps, his expression turning extremely grim.
Those around him watched with worry and shock.
He had fallen behind right at the outset.
How were they supposed to fight now?
"Hmm, Whitebeard. You live up to your name