Roaring, plundering, crushing, destroying—at this moment, even the void itself became chaotic.
Imu had still worn a faint smile before, but once the fully awakened Tremor-Tremor Fruit power went all out, that smile vanished, replaced by a cold, sinister gaze.
That Devil Fruit had left him with some very unpleasant memories.
"I didn't expect you to inherit Whitebeard so completely! Creed, I have one last question—what exactly is the true name of your power?!"
Imu thought for a moment. Before fighting to the death with everything he had, he wanted to know Creed's "true Fruit name."
All this time, the World Government, the Marines, and the world at large had been guessing what Creed's power truly was—what could possibly be compatible with so many abilities.
Among the theories, the "Copy Fruit" had the most supporters, followed by the "Imitation Fruit," and then things like the "Devour Fruit," and so on.
Imu had also believed it was some kind of copy ability, but seeing how Creed had completely mastered Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor power in such a short time… he no longer believed it could be something as simple as copying.
"You're wrong. I don't have a Devil Fruit."
Creed brought both swords down. Clear light coiled around them, and the spatial rifts torn open by the tremor power roared like ten thousand beasts!
Boom!
Imu blocked the strike—yet the countless layers of space that the Tremor-Tremor Fruit had torn apart were instantly smoothed back into calm!
Void power and tremor power countered each other. Which was superior depended on their user's strength!
Imu possessed semi-divine power, but Creed's four base attributes were more balanced, and his recovery and vitality were even above Imu's.
To decide a winner in a short time…
Was extremely difficult!
Boom boom boom!
Under the aftershocks of their clash, the mountain peaks below—towering tens of thousands of meters—began to crack everywhere. Mud and rock poured down like a breached flood, forming an apocalyptic scene.
Not only that—within a radius spanning more than 310 miles, the mountains were shattered at the first instant. Not a single peak survived!
The surging void even spread as far as nearly a thousand miles away to Mary Geoise, making the entire mountain range where the Holy Land sat tremble violently!
And more than 30 miles before the Holy Land, the battle between the Five Elders and Shiki's side had reached its most critical moment as well.
"How exhilarating! Five Elders—what you did to me back then, I'll return to you today!"
Though Shiki was covered in wounds, his battle intent surged. Fearless of death, he still charged at the front.
Both sides were heavily injured, but it was clear the Five Elders held the advantage.
The five of them were experts at coordinated strikes, reaping an enormous benefit. Even though Redfield had broken away to deal with Blood Shadow and Dragon had moved in to fill the gap—
Still!
Voom!
A strange sound suddenly rang out. The Five Elders seemed to have an invisible shackle weighing millions of pounds locked onto their bodies—their movements instantly slowed and turned sluggish.
"What?!"
"It's gravity—Fujitora!"
The Five Elders were shocked as a purple-robed swordsman drifted in.
"Five Elders, long time no see."
On the other side, the Dark King Rayleigh also appeared—silver hair, rimless glasses, and a calm presence that made the air feel heavier.
"You want to bully us with numbers?!"
The Second Elder's gaze sank.
"As if the World Government hasn't done that plenty of times."
Rayleigh snorted.
"Today is a new page in world history. Those who stand before the wheels of history will end up as nothing but dust."
Fujitora slowly drew his cane sword, and the gravity pressing down abruptly doubled!
The Five Elders' expressions changed sharply. He could actually double it again—this Fujitora clearly had Admiral-level strength!
"Dragon, go to the Holy Land and take command. Leave this to me and Rayleigh."
Fujitora said coldly.
"This filthy world is despair incarnate. Sins as vast as the sea and as heavy as mountains… will finally be met with a great cleansing!"
Fujitora's cane sword lifted—
And the already doubled gravity doubled yet again!
"What?!"
The Five Elders were truly shaken.
"Many thanks, Fujitora!"
Dragon immediately disengaged and left.
The assault on Mary Geoise had entered a deadlock. They needed him to deliver the final decisive blow.
Nearly 900 miles away—
Crack!
Rip!
The ultimate battle in the sky still had no winner.
"Your Mary Geoise and the Flower Room have already been taken!"
Creed sneered, trying to shake Imu's focus.
"As long as I still live, I can build new ones."
Imu didn't care at all.
Boom!
They traded another heavy blow, then separated at high speed.
Within this region spanning more than 310 miles, the void completed its cycle of shattering and healing in an instant—flickering and flashing without pause. Spatial turbulence poured out of rifts like black dragons, twisting and churning heaven and earth.
There were no clouds overhead, yet thunder still detonated in the sky. Terrifying hurricanes howled endlessly.
This stretch of the world had already been beaten into a chaotic space.
In such a place, even a Marine Admiral would risk being severely injured—no one could remain untouched!
"You can't win."
Imu steadied himself, his hand resting on the Saijō Ōwazamono: Void.
Where his finger pointed, a blinding radiance burst forth from his body.
Imu was about to release all of his power.
And Creed crossed his twin blades and began releasing Hyorinmaru (Ice Ring).
"Sit upon the frozen heavens… Hyorinmaru!"
This would be their final blow!
(End of Chapter)
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