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Even if they wanted to kill the Golden Lion here, they couldn't ignore what was unfolding before them.
Kong stood silent for a few seconds.
Now, Roger's strength—though once peerless—was no longer enough before Ayr's monstrous growth.
Yet, even so, there was mutual understanding between them, born from countless battles and mutual respect.
The pressure erupting from this confrontation between two titans was intense—on par with the cataclysm that shook the world during the Ten Shadows War (Zhao Qianhao-level devastation).
"Chink!!!"
In ordinary times, it was nearly impossible to see either of these men, let alone both in combat.
But now, at the end of the Battle of Atvor's legacy…
"I remember our promise," Ayr said coolly. "But are you sure, Roger? You are not my opponent anymore."
Roger had come here not just to die, but to finish his story the way he wanted.
The Golden Lion had risked his life to break out of Impel Down and stand beside his comrade.
After all, he and Roger made a pact back then—to fight once more before the end.
"Come on, Ayr!"
"So, this is your choice, Roger? You're going to oppose us—your final act—against the very system?" Garp asked, his voice laced with sorrow.
"It's about to begin… The clash of the world's two strongest swordsmen," Hawkeye Mihawk said with a thin smile. "A rare sight, indeed."
Roger's fate was sealed.
Yet what no one expected… was that the one he wanted to fight before death was Ayr.
No matter how much Observation Haki or Conqueror's Will was used, Ayr's heart remained unreadable.
As a swordsman, Roger had always been intrigued by the depths of technique and spirit.
He wanted to say more, but stopped himself. His resolve was already made.
The Golden Lion, silent for a long while, stared deeply at Roger.
Hearing his words, Kong's expression clouded.
But at this point, he was merely a Marine Vice Admiral in this scenario—a witness, not the executor.
Roger, seizing his final chance, moved to fight Ayr face to face.
"What do you mean?" someone muttered under their breath.
Ayr slowly unsheathed his supreme-grade sword—Demon Slayer—its edge reflecting a cold light as he locked eyes with Roger.
Roger gave no reply.
Instead, he charged forward with his blade drawn, a wild glint in his eye.
The force from their auras alone brought a suffocating pressure, rattling the crowd and parting the clouds above.
Roger smiled faintly.
His eyes never left Ayr, even among the crowd.
He had made his wish known.
And everyone, including Sengoku and Akainu, knew they could not deny it.
"This fight doesn't hinder Marine operations," Akainu grunted, though clearly dissatisfied.
Ayr's strength was monstrous, especially after awakening the Sage Body and fusing his Conqueror's Haki with Tailed Beast Chakra—a technique mimicking the Naruto world's Six Paths transformation.
Still, Kong had given no orders to stop the duel.
Civilians and Marines instinctively cleared the area as Roger walked forward, step by step.
"Roger wants to go out on his own terms. Let him."
Hearing this, many younger Marines froze, confused but awed.
"That's not it. The opponent I want to face in my final battle… isn't any of you," Roger said quietly.
None dared approach—their combined Haki would kill a weaker man by proximity alone.
"I'm honored to have lived in the same era as you, Shiki," Roger said, patting the Golden Lion on the shoulder.
It was already morning, the sun cresting toward its zenith.
Now, in this very hour, the world would witness what may be its final duel of legends.
"Fufufu… I can't wait to see how far Ayr has come," the Red Earl said, arms crossed.
Even without a clash yet, the air buzzed from their energy.
"Then… once this is done, let the execution proceed," Sengoku muttered, knowing nothing could change Roger's fate now.
Ayr was leagues above his old self—his physique had evolved beyond even the modified forms of the Ancient Zoan or the Uchiha's perfect Susanoo.
He did not refuse Roger's last request.
The Red Earl watched intently—curious what kind of power Ayr now wielded.
He was once said to be able to read, write, and understand the hearts of the world—just like Roger, who once heard the Voice of All Things.
But even now, Roger's strength couldn't rival Ayr's awakened might.
Everyone within tens of meters had already scattered—too afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
If this fight had to happen, let it.
Ayr understood instantly. As Roger lunged forward, he moved too, footsteps cracking the ground, blade igniting with Conqueror's Haki and black lightning.
Logue Town's center—ground zero.
In a blink, the two met mid-air, their blades colliding in an eruption of force.
This clash—this fight—was at the apex of the world.
Though Garp's fists clenched in frustration, he didn't move. He too knew this had to happen.
"Are you going to fight? Ayr… the strongest in the New World, versus Roger, the Pirate King!" Moria shouted, thrilled.
Even as enemies, their blood burned for combat. They had waited for this moment.
Today was Roger's last day… but not without a final blaze of glory.
Having rescued Golden Lion from Marine hands, he would now spend his last breath clashing with a new legend.
Their clash sent shockwaves rippling outward, blowing debris hundreds of meters in all directions.
"Ayr…"
The man who inherited Ace Kano's ancient Sage Body and merged it with the power of Rinnegan and Conqueror's Haki.
"Remember what we said, Ayr—next time we meet, it's an all-out battle!" Roger declared, pointing his sword.
Here, in Logue Town, the crowd trembled.
To witness the legendary duel in person was more than historic—it was mythical.
The two stared each other down.
"Damn it!!!"
"If you want to fight, Roger… then I'll honor it," Ayr replied, voice deep and calm.
"Furfurfurfur… This is thrilling. Who will emerge victorious?" Doflamingo chuckled, leaning forward with manic eyes.
Since the end of the Battle of Atvor, their paths hadn't crossed—until now.
"Who is it?!"
"BOOM!!!"
Ayr activated the power of his bloodline—the Celestial Sage Body fused with Armament and Conqueror's Haki. The entire field warped from the power surge.
Still, Kong gave no command to stop the fight. This was Roger's last request.
Ayr vs. Roger—two legends of the sea.
Their blades had yet to fully clash, but space itself bent around them.
"Hahaha! You never know unless you fight, Ayr!!" Roger roared, joy gleaming in his eyes.
Pirates to the end—they lived and died by the sword.
And before death, Roger got what he desired—a final battle with the man who would change the era.
This wasn't the time to interfere.
"Roger…" Garp whispered.
Roger had chosen this path.
And if he could injure Ayr—drain him—it would help the Marines in the long run.
His strength remained worthy—he was, after all, the one who conquered the Grand Line and reached Raftel first.
Morning passed. The sun climbed toward noon.
"Though I'd love to complete the execution, it's meaningless without this battle. Let's end it the right way," Sengoku admitted.
Their speed was too fast. Even top-tier Observation Haki users couldn't fully track their movement.
Roger was focused, determined—eager.
"We'll meet again in the next life…"
And after this battle, they still had time.
Once Roger fell—Ayr would still remain.
And they would be ready.
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