The air in Udon Prison was a cacophony of blaring alarms, the sizzle of laser beams, and the triumphant cheers of rioting prisoners.
Queen, was so enrage at this moment.
The streaks of golden light that were once men zipped through the chaos, deliberately stirring the pot.
Queen couldn't even track their movements, and was reduced to firing his cannonballs wildly into the fray.
"Is that all you've got, Queen?" a voice made of pure light echoed from the rafters.
"My grandma shoots better than that!"
This indiscriminate attack only made the situation worse.
The light-men would deliberately weave into crowded areas, causing Queen's cannonfire to slam into his own subordinates, adding to the chaos.
Seeing the mounting casualties of his own men, Queen felt a vein in his forehead throb so violently he thought it might burst.
"I'm gonna lose it! I'm gonna lose it!" he roared. "Whitebeard Pirates! If you have any guts, face your Grandpa Queen head-on!"
But his rage was met only with mocking laughter as they continued to dismantle his prison, their goal brilliantly, chaotically simple: draw all eyes to Udon, ensuring the real mission could proceed without interference.
*****
High above the skull dome of Onigashima, the battle of legends had reached a new, terrifying height.
Kaido's hundred-meter-long dragon form had collapsed inward, bones snapping and reforming as his body took on its strongest state.
Blue scales, hard as steel, erupted across his skin, merging with his human flesh.
He was no longer just a man or a dragon, but the perfect, monstrous fusion of both: his Hybrid form.
"Wororororo! Whitebeard, have you really grown old? Is this all you've got?!" Kaido taunted, but his offensive never let up for a second.
A violent torrent of black-and-red lightning, the tell-tale sign of advanced Conqueror's Haki, coiled around his kanabo, making the massive spiked club seem to swell with a suffocating, oppressive aura.
With a tremendous roar, he swung it.
"Raimei Hakke!"
The kanabo surged toward Whitebeard with devastating power, the very air groaning under the strain.
"Gurararara! Interesting, Kaido. You've grown stronger," Whitebeard's voice boomed.
He gripped his Murakumogiri and his own presence erupted. Just like Kaido, a storm of Conqueror's Haki enveloped the legendary blade.
He remembered clashing with Roger decades ago, a battle of kings that had split the skies.
If that man's attack was a "Divine Departure," then his own, forged in an era of loss and responsibility, would be a "Divine Mourning."
"This next strike once clashed evenly with Roger," Whitebeard's blazing gaze locked onto Kaido.
"Let's see if you can handle it! Divine Mourning!"
His muscles bulged as he brought the blade down in a devastating slash.
The two cataclysmic forces met in the air between them.
There was no clang of steel on steel, but a deafening, reality-bending BOOM as the very sky seemed to split apart.
The shockwave that erupted was not one of sound, but of pure, crushing force that washed over the island below, shattering rocks and uprooting ancient trees.
The clouds overhead were torn asunder, revealing the silent, distant moon.
Then, for the first time in the fight, Kaido's massive form was forced back, his heavy steps sluggish under the immense pressure.
A savage snarl twisted his features, but just as he roared, a flash of cold steel cut through the wind.
A wet, heavy sound of metal slicing through impossibly tough flesh echoed for a moment, and Kaido's body was sent flying like a broken kite.
A deep gash now ran across his chest, blood flowing like a river from it.
But there was no anger on his face, only a wide, savage, and utterly joyful grin.
Incessant, manic laughter erupted from his mouth as he crashed into the solid rock of the island below, the impact shattering several boulders.
"WORORORO! It's been so long!" he roared, his voice deafening as he slowly rose from the swirling dust.
"So this is what it feels like to be sent flying! Worororororo!" He forcefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with an even fiercer fighting spirit, his aura reaching an unprecedented peak.
"Whitebeard! Is this all you've got?!" Kaido grinned savagely, a mask of bravado over the slight, betraying tremble in the arms that struggled to bear his own immense weight.
The air was thick with a suffocating tension, as if the entire island was holding its breath, waiting for the earth-shattering battle to resume.
"Kaido."
Whitebeard's cold, lifeless eyes locked onto him, devoid of any of the earlier battle-lust.
It was the gaze of an executioner staring at a corpse.
"You haven't forgotten Oden's death, have you?" His voice was a low, dangerous growl, each word gritted out between his teeth, saturated with the boundless rage and sorrow of a father who had lost a son.
"Worororo, you mean that fool Oden?" Kaido burst into a wild, almost hysterical laughter, as if recalling something utterly ridiculous.
"Honestly, I'd nearly forgotten about him. In all my years at sea, I've never seen a bigger idiot than him! Who actually jumps into a boiling pot?! Wororororo!" His laughter grew even wilder, tears of mirth nearly spilling from his eyes, making him look like a beast that had finally gone completely berserk.
In the face of Kaido's taunts, Whitebeard's gaze only grew colder, more piercing, like eternal ice.
His killing intent, which had been a simmering fire, now surged into a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated hatred, so overwhelming it seemed to freeze the very air around them.
"...You deserve to die."
Whitebeard suddenly roared, his voice a thunderclap that shook the very skies.
Slowly, he drew his Murakumogiri.
As his arm moved, the shimmering, transparent power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit instantly enveloped the legendary blade, causing subtle, visible ripples to warp the very space around it.
Then, as if summoned by his rage, bolts of raw lightning converged, coiling around the blade and intertwining with the black-and-red streams of his Conqueror's Haki, forming an unprecedented, overwhelming aura of absolute destruction.
"Divine Ruin – Yokozuna!"
With a deep and powerful roar, Whitebeard charged.
He moved like a tiger breaking free from its chains, his momentum utterly unstoppable.
Thanks to the lightning's enhancement, his speed reached a height that even Kaido, with his Observation Haki, could barely track.
It was a blur of white and blue, a force of nature given form.
Damn it, I can't dodge this!
Helplessly, Kaido watched as the lightning-clad blade descended upon him, his heart filled with a furious resentment.
When the sharp edge met his impossibly tough flesh, he let out a pained, bestial roar.
A deep wound split open across his chest, blood gushing like a fountain.
The excruciating pain nearly drove him mad, but what was worse, what truly shattered his composure, was that the blade had reopened the very scar Oden had left on him all those years ago.
Now torn anew, it wasn't just physical agony that tormented him—it was a crushing, unbearable blow to his pride.
For a man as arrogant as Kaido, this humiliation was worse than death itself.
"Bastard... BASTARD!!!"
He expected Whitebeard to press the attack, to finish him.
But when he finally regained his senses, he saw the old man doing something utterly bizarre: swiftly and carefully collecting his gushing blood into a small crystal vial.
"What the hell are you doing, old man?!" Kaido's voice boomed, thick with rage and utter confusion.
Whitebeard ignored him, calmly gathering the last few drops before the wound began to steam and heal.
Only then did he turn his cold, mocking gaze back to Kaido.
"Kaido," he said, his voice laced with a cruel amusement, "how do you think it would feel if your ability was used as a common mount?"
"WHAT?!!" Kaido immediately understood.
This man, this Three-Fruit user, was planning to use his blood and mass-produce subordinates with the Azure Dragon's power.
Even worse, he wanted to turn his legendary dragon form into a simple riding beast.
It was a slap to his face, a declaration of dominance more insulting than any attack.
A surge of pure fury burned through Kaido's veins.
"You DARE?!"
"Gurararara! Don't worry, Kaido. I'll be sure to put your ability to good use," Whitebeard said..
To get this close and collect the blood in time, he had been forced to weather several of Kaido's furious, Haki-infused punches, leaving his old bones aching.
He had also confirmed just how absurdly fast a Mythical Zoan's recovery was.
Defeating Kaido was one thing; killing him here, on his home turf, was another entirely.
The mission was to get his blood sample, and that mission was now complete.
He wondered if his sons needed more time for their own tasks.
Killing Kaido wasn't possible now, but inflicting more wounds and gathering more blood was still on the table.
Whitebeard subtly pocketed the small vial, weighing it slightly.
It really was a meager amount.
He then turned his gaze back to Kaido, his expression shifting.
He was no longer looking at a rival, but at a resource.
A blood bag.
"Hey! What's with that look?!" Kaido suddenly felt a deep, unsettling chill.
The man across from him was no longer looking at a person, but at prey.
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