The Tremor-Tremor Fruit's might, fused with the Clank-Clank Fruit, magnified its power a hundredfold.
Good's fist carried a force that shook the heavens and made ghosts weep.
Below, every heart quailed under the weight of his aura.
"That bastard…" the Third Elder gritted his teeth. Once a swordsman of Emperor-level might, he now felt helpless before this monstrous blow.
"Together! Stop him!!" the Fifth Elder barked.
In the original history, it had taken three Admirals to block Whitebeard's quake. Now, with Good's quakes enhanced to impossible levels, everyone had to join forces.
His fist descended, radiating devastation.
The Gorosei, Sengoku, the three Admirals, Shiki, Bullet, even Teach — all of them united to resist.
Inside the Birdcage, Whitebeard and his allies were awestruck.
"This quake… it surpasses mine by countless times," Whitebeard muttered in awe.
His own fruit could shatter islands — but never erase them from the map. Good's power now had that potential.
"Brace yourselves! Even the aftershock will kill us!" Shanks warned, tightening his grip on Gryphon.
"Get the youngsters behind us!" Benn Beckman ordered.
Everyone scrambled into formation.
Good's fist slammed into their combined barrier.
The clash froze space itself for a heartbeat — then ripped reality apart.
The island shattered, earth levitating in chunks, the sea split wide as the ocean floor was laid bare.
Sea Kings who hadn't fled under his earlier aura now burst apart under the quake, their steel-like bodies reduced to blood and pulp.
Even those farther away felt the terror, but it was already too late.
Good's blow was like dueling a thousand Emperor-level foes at once.
In his mind, the system's voice echoed endlessly:
[Omni Fruit development increased.]
[Omni Fruit development increased.]
If he pushed further, he would reach the point of wielding four powers at once.
Every fighter strained to endure.
The Third Elder suffered most of all. Without his sword and with only one arm, his bloodied fist shook despite Armament Haki reinforcement.
Even with ten Emperor-level combatants resisting together, the shockwaves slaughtered countless weaker Marines and pirates. Blood poured from eyes, ears, and mouths. Many corpses collapsed in silence.
At last, the impact faded.
Good landed lightly before them, calm, smiling as if nothing had happened.
Before him, his enemies stood battered, disheveled, and shaken.
Tesoro trembled, unable to hide his dread.
"This… this isn't human. If I'd known, I'd never have joined the Marines in this insanity. I should've stayed in my own kingdom…"
Every face darkened.
Shiki and Bullet, who had once felt his wrath, now flinched, unwilling to look at the crumpled Kaido nearby. Fear gnawed at them.
Because now, Good stood as their equal — or their superior.
Ten Emperor-level powers — Shiki, Bullet, Sengoku, the Third Elder, the Fifth Elder, the three Admirals, Kong, and Teach — together fought him to a stalemate.
Watching the broadcast, Big Mom's crew were struck dumb.
"This… this is history itself being written…" Katakuri whispered in awe.
Big Mom herself had no words. Even the Rocks Pirates of old couldn't compare. This was unprecedented.
This was a myth being born.
Inside the Birdcage, Whitebeard, Shanks, Rayleigh, Dragon, Momousagi, and the others stared in shock.
"What the hell happened while he was unconscious?" Benn Beckman muttered. "Did he get stronger by sleeping?"
"First he fought six Emperors alone and survived. Now… this…" Rayleigh said grimly.
Dragon's eyes narrowed.
"There was a legend… that whenever the oppressed cried out, a giant of freedom named Nika would appear to cleanse the world. Perhaps… Good is that symbol."
"But he's no giant…" Rayleigh countered.
"Even so… his growth is beyond belief," Dragon said.
Their worry turned to awe, then pride.
"Hahahaha! No matter what, we chose right!"
"Our sacrifices weren't in vain!"
"Good!! End them! Save our comrades!!"
Their cheers rose, filling the cage.
Across the battlefield, pirates' spirits blazed, while Marines' morale cracked.
The Elders exchanged grim looks. They couldn't delay. If this dragged on, their soldiers' faith would crumble.
"Listen well!" the Grand Elder roared.
"This is the battle that will decide the world's dawn! Kill Good, and the Whitebeard Pirates, Red-Haired Pirates, and Revolutionary Army will perish with him!"
He raised his hand, his voice like a whip.
"Forward!! Even if we have hundreds of thousands — are you telling me we'll lose to one man!?"
(End of Chapter)
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