Afraid?
That's impossible!
"Susanoo!"
Uchiha Madara's eyes gleamed brilliantly as he formed a rare hand seal.
The next moment, a colossal purple, humanoid phantom emerged from behind him.
This was Uchiha Madara's greatest trump card—one of the ultimate manifestations of the Sharingan!
Only those who have cultivated the power of the Sharingan to its peak can summon Susanoo. Otherwise, no weakling could possibly bring forth such a giant, world-shaking entity like Uchiha Madara's.
"This is—?!"
Before Marco could finish his exclamation, he saw an enormous, fierce fist hurtling toward him.
Boom!
The phoenix had no time to dodge and was smashed to the ground in an instant!
The Whitebeard Pirates grew tense. They feared that after taking a hit like that, Marco would be in no condition to fight.
But they underestimated the second-in-command of their crew.
"It really hurt..."
From the rubble, a figure shot up into the air—it was Marco.
Despite his words, his body bore no injuries at all! That seemingly unremarkable frame was silently proclaiming that Susanoo's attack hadn't left so much as a scratch.
Uchiha Madara was not surprised. On the contrary, he felt that an opponent this strong was worthy of his time.
If Marco had been defeated so easily, it would have disappointed him. But now, it seemed his opponent was anything but ordinary.
"Very good!"
"It's worth having some fun, then!"
Uchiha Madara hovered in mid-air, hands on his hips, laughing arrogantly.
Meanwhile, the others were not idle—battles were erupting all around.
Senju Hashirama, the legendary God of Shinobi, was holding off wave after wave of attacks using only his ninjutsu and taijutsu.
"Kill him quickly! He's just one man—he can't be our opponent!"
"That's right! Take him down before he links up with the others, or we'll be in trouble!"
"Let's do it! If we take him out, Dad will be proud of us!"
The Whitebeard Pirates were hyped, thinking that the lone Hashirama was an easy target.
But they had forgotten—or perhaps never knew—that Senju Hashirama's power was on par with Uchiha Madara's.
Numbers could overwhelm most fighters in the New World, but against a top-tier powerhouse like Hashirama—one who could rival a Marine Admiral or even a Yonko—such tactics were meaningless.
No matter how many rushed him, they wouldn't make a difference.
Still, more than 10,000 Whitebeard Pirates charged forward like a wild stampede, rushing straight at Hashirama.
Gojo Satoru, watching nearby, tilted his head and smirked.
"Want me to lend a hand?"
Hashirama only smiled with quiet confidence.
"Relax."
"I can handle them all myself."
"Only twenty thousand or so? You think this many people can beat me?"
And then—he proved it.
"Wood Style—!"
"Wooden Dragon!"
Boom!
In just a few breaths, a massive dragon made entirely of living wood and fueled by immense chakra roared into existence, coiling and surging through the battlefield like a force of nature.
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