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"Siiiiiish!"
The sky screamed as ten black spheres tore through the air, their passage leaving jagged scars in the atmosphere. Marines glanced upward, eyes wide, breath stolen from their lungs; none could even muster a cry before devastation struck.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The explosions came in a relentless chain, each detonation roaring like the wrath of the heavens. Crimson flames consumed half the horizon, bleaching the clouds with the glare of annihilation. In a single heartbeat, vast swathes of Marine ranks were erased, lives and formations obliterated beyond recognition.
"We have to stop him!!" Sengoku's voice boomed over the chaos, desperate and commanding.
But it was already too late. Every elite unit, those meant to counter monsters, was engaged, intercepted by warriors of Qin's Nation. Their precision, their speed, their absolute refusal to yield, it was clear now that this interference carried purpose, and the king's ambition burned as bright as the destruction he unleashed.
Sengoku had misjudged them, misjudged him. No one could have foreseen the sheer magnitude of Qin Yi's power. Attacks that spanned the entire battlefield, energy that drowned armies… this wasn't war. This was domination.
"How can anyone wield strength like this?" Sengoku's voice trembled, his chest tight as every tremor of power rattled through his bones.
The truth caged in his mind struck harder than any blow: Qin Yi's might eclipsed the Admirals, eclipsed even himself and Garp. Each pulse of energy spilling from him carried an unearthly force, as if the battlefield itself bent under the weight of a god.
"I warned you, Fleet Admiral Sengoku." Hashirama's voice was quiet yet absolute, carrying the weight of ancient victory. "You don't understand the depth of the power you face. What you see now… is not even one percent of Qin's Nation's true army."
Sengoku froze, pupils shrinking to pinpoints, heartbeat thundering.
One percent? If this unparalleled force was only a fragment, then the empire Qin Yi ruled was unlike anything that had ever walked the worlds. Even King Yuanli's estimates seemed laughably small, mere shadows of reality.
A whisper cut through him: 'Are we already doomed?'
The thought was poison, seeping doubts through his once-iron resolve. To multiply this power a hundredfold was to imagine the fall of every nation, the submission of every king. And somewhere behind it all was that name, Ying Zheng. A name heavy with empire.
"You still know nothing of Qin's Nation," Hashirama said softly, not as an enemy but as one who mourns ignorance. "His Majesty is a benevolent ruler. Submit, and this world will be greater than you've ever dreamed."
Sengoku's mouth thinned into a line; his lungs filled with ice.
"You are formidable," he admitted. "But as a Marine Admiral, I am the shield of justice in this world. That oath binds me. I will not submit."
Under the looming shadow of ten tails, movement rippled through the ice. Warriors of Qin's Nation advanced, swift, unflinching.
Among them, Hawkeye wiped the blood from his mouth. His grip tightened on Yoru, and he hurled himself forward like a drawn arrow.
"Slash!"
The black blade carved a path of air, its resonance low and lethal.
Qin Yi's eyes dipped in quiet dismissal. "Futile."
Chakra surged through his right hand, rippling outward until his entire body shimmered with its flow. The air thickened beneath the weight of his presence, an aura suffocating in its dominance.
"Ssss! Crack!"
The Sword of Thunderfire answered his grip, sparks leaping along the blade as chakra fused into every inch of steel.
"Vrrrr!"
Space distorted; the void seemed to collapse around the sword. Hawkeye's pupils shrank. In that moment, he knew, this was unlike anything he had crossed before.
Two hands locked on Yoru's hilt, Hawkeye unleashed the full measure of his strength. "Hah!"
The weapons collided violently.
"Vrrr!"
The shockwave erupted outward like a living storm, violent winds tearing across the battlefield. Marines screamed as they were lifted bodily into the air, helpless against the invisible force that flung them skyward. Those farther away pressed arms over their faces, fighting to stand against the hurricane born from a single sword clash.
"This is madness! The shockwave alone stretches for thousands of meters!"
"What... what are they?"
Terror crept into every voice. These weren't humans anymore, they were forces of nature given flesh.
"Now!"
Hidden in the chaos of clashing titans, Lucci's eyes flashed with deadly focus. He moved like lightning itself.
"Geppō!"
Air spiraled beneath his feet as he launched forward, each step creating vortices that propelled him toward his target. In the span of a heartbeat, he was behind Qin Yi.
"Soru!"
Another burst of speed, and suddenly he hovered just meters above the king's exposed back. The combination was flawless, movements flowing together like a dance of death. To any observer, it looked like teleportation.
Floating behind his target, every muscle coiled like a spring. His hands clenched into fists as he spoke with cold certainty:
"The Six Powers, ultimate technique, Six King Gun!"
"Vrrr!"
Space trembled as his fists drove downward, aimed directly at the back of Qin Yi's skull.
Perfect timing. The king was locked in combat with Hawkeye, completely exposed. In Lucci's mind, success was all but guaranteed, over eighty percent certain.
The strike landed with bone-crushing force, solid and devastating. Such power should have shattered any skull instantly.
But three heartbeats passed... and Lucci's expression crumbled into disbelief.
"Impossible!"
The word tore from his throat. Before him, the man who had taken his strongest blow remained completely unharmed. Slowly, impossibly, Qin Yi began to turn his head mid-air.
"Already finished?" The calm voice made Lucci's blood freeze. "Lucci."
Every instinct screamed at him to flee, but terror rooted him in place. Up close, the aura radiating from Qin Yi was suffocating, like standing before a tsunami. One wrong move and he would be obliterated.
Too late.
Qin Yi's other fist tightened, chakra surging down his arm in visible waves of power.
"Busoshoku!"
The void cracked. His punch shattered the air itself, slamming into Lucci's abdomen with the force of a meteor.
"BOOM!"
The impact tore through his body, the shockwave erupting from his back and racing across the battlefield.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Blood poured from Lucci's mouth. The single blow had nearly destroyed his internal organs, leaving him broken and gasping.
"You dare interrupt me without even mastering Haki, little kitten?" Qin Yi's voice dripped with contempt.
With a casual swing of his arm, he sent Lucci flying like a discarded toy.
Then, power flowed through his right arm. The Ancient Sword blazed to life, lightning and flame coiling into the shape of a roaring dragon. It struck toward Hawkeye with the fury of the heavens.
To everyone's horror, the world's greatest swordsman stood motionless, allowing the blow to connect. The impact launched him thousands of meters, his body disappearing into a crater that scarred the ice.
"Even Hawkeye... defeated!"
With one full-powered strike, the young king had crushed the world's greatest swordsman while simultaneously crippling Roronoa Lucci. The display was beyond comprehension.
Every Marine felt their spine turn to ice.
On the battlefield, Qin Yi's gaze swept downward, fixing on a figure in ornate robes whose ambition burned like a visible flame.
"I sense power similar to mine within you," he said, voice carrying across the chaos.
A pause. Then, almost dismissively: "But... why are you so pathetically weak?"
King Yuanli froze, the words hitting him like physical blows.
His followers gasped in shock. "The King... called weak?!"
(End Of This Chapter)