Rocks, along with the Five Elder who had become Vield's puppet, arrived at the headquarters of the Justice League on Kamabakka Island.
Facing the combined assault of Shiki, Douglas Bullet, Marco, and others, Rocks and the Five Elder crushed them with overwhelming power.
Whitebeard and the other four executive members, as well as Great General Rayleigh, soon rushed over.
"What's going on with this Five Elder? Is he dead?" Fujitora was stunned. His observation haki found no trace of life in the Five Elder, yet he was still able to move.
"Rocks, what the hell is going on? Where have you been all these years, and why are you tied to the World Government?" Whitebeard demanded.
But Rocks couldn't care less about Whitebeard's questions. Traveling the universe with Vield had broadened his vision, and he now looked down on Whitebeard and the others — they no longer even belonged to the same world as him.
"The dead don't need to know so much. Whitebeard, Rayleigh — hand over Good, and I'll grant you a quick death!" Rocks stood atop the mast, glaring down at everyone.
The Five Elder stood stiffly on the opposite mast, his face expressionless and silent.
At this point, Whitebeard and the others understood clearly — Rocks had come to target Good.
Whitebeard snorted coldly. "If you want Good, you'll have to get through us first!"
He released his naginata, pressing it into the ground, ready for battle.
Beside him, Rayleigh, Shanks, Fujitora, and Dragon all prepared themselves. Since their enemies had come knocking, letting Good step in immediately would strip the League's top leaders of their pride.
On the mast, Rocks' face twisted with irritation, then broke into a sinister grin. "In that case, you can all go to hell!"
Like a ravenous wolf, he pounced toward Whitebeard and the others, the mast crumbling into powder beneath his feet.
Below, Whitebeard and the rest refused to back down.
"Together! Kill him first, then the Five Elder!" Whitebeard ordered.
The five launched their assault against Rocks.
Fujitora was the first to act. He drew part of his blade, unleashing a surge of crushing gravity.
"I'll bind his movements — attack freely!"
The incoming Rocks was suddenly burdened with the weight of a mountain.
Yet he only paused for a heartbeat before bursting into laughter. "That's it? This gravity feels like a tickle!"
He moved freely, unaffected by the gravity.
"What!?" Fujitora's face twisted in shock. "He resisted dozens of times Earth's gravity…"
Even the strongest warriors needed time to adapt to such pressure. Rocks shook it off in less than a second.
Whitebeard swung his naginata. "Shintō (Quake Blade)!"
Raising it overhead, he slashed down, releasing the destructive power of the Gura Gura no Mi. Space shattered into fragments, the shockwaves flooding outward. Whitebeard's power had grown even more formidable.
Yet under the weight of Fujitora's gravity, Rocks casually raised his arm, covered it with Busoshoku Haki, and blocked the strike with ease.
The terrifying slash was nullified, dismissed as if it were nothing.
Everyone nearby gaped in disbelief.
Shiki, Bullet, and Marco swallowed hard, waves of fear rising in their hearts.
"He blocked Pops' attack that easily!?" Marco was stunned.
"His power… it's on par with Good's," Benn Beckman muttered gravely.
Earlier, they'd been completely overwhelmed, unable to gauge Rocks' true strength. Now, after Whitebeard's strike, they finally realized how terrifying Rocks had become.
Rocks caught Whitebeard's attack, and on the other side Rayleigh's strike followed.
His sword shone with crackling black lightning, filled with deadly intent.
But when it met Rocks' hand, the devastating strike lost all power.
Rocks caught it effortlessly, not even leaving a scratch on his palm.
Whitebeard and Rayleigh's faces twisted in shock.
Meanwhile, in the Holy Land of Mariejois, inside the grand hall, the Vield Pirates sat watching a scene woven from countless strings.
The puppet threads had formed small figures, perfectly replaying the battle on Kamabakka Island.
This was one of Dakonina's special abilities: sharing the perspective of her puppets.
The surviving Fourth Elder stared in disbelief.
"Unbelievable… such power! Lord Imu, what kind of realm is this?"
From earlier conversations, he'd learned there were divisions even within the "Breaking Emperor" realm.
Imu said gravely: "Rocks is currently mid-tier in the Breaking Emperor Ninth Rank."
Fisuti, the mechanical woman, twisted her clockwork key as her head rotated unnaturally. "That man you speak of, Good, is likely only at the initial Ninth Rank. Don't be fooled — even one small tier difference is a chasm in strength."
"Rocks can end this alone. And if by some miracle he fails, Dakonina's puppet is already at high-tier Ninth Rank — more than enough to erase them all."
She fussed with her gears, grumbling, "Tch, why won't this thing polish clean?"
The Fourth Elder ignored her eccentric movements. Among the crew, she seemed the most talkative, almost approachable.
But what struck him most was Dakonina's terrifying ability. Even a puppet controlled by her could surpass Rocks in power.
Soon, the string-woven battle projection revealed its outcome:
Whitebeard, Rayleigh, Shanks, Dragon, and Fujitora — all defeated, lying heavily wounded.
Rocks grinned wickedly. "I'll ask one more time… hand over Good."
The crowd's faces darkened. None revealed his location.
Then, a drowsy voice echoed, yawning lazily:
"What do you want with me now?"
(End of Chapter)
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