"Ragnar, who doesn't talk big?"
Seeing Ragnar mock his own captain, Yasopp sneered immediately.
"If you want to look down on my captain and the Four Emperors, you'd better become one of them first, Ragnar!"
Lucky Roux chimed in.
"The Four Emperors?"
Ragnar swept his gaze over the Red Hair Pirates:
"Fine then. The New World is too small to hold all Four Emperors."
With those words, the third eye on his forehead snapped open.
A divine light blazed forth—piercing the skies and dispersing the dark, chaotic clouds left behind by his earlier battles with Akainu and Aokiji.
Kaba—!
As the divine light from his celestial eye radiated outward, brilliant silver scales began to manifest around him, forming piece by piece like celestial armor. They fused seamlessly, assembling into a radiant, godlike silver battle armor—immaculate and imperious.
And when the armor set in place—
A domineering aura, vast and oppressive like the will of heaven itself, surged outward. The pressure felt like gravity intensified tenfold.
Even Ben Beckman, Yasopp, and other Red Hair elites stiffened slightly under its overwhelming force—despite their elite Armament and Conqueror's Haki
"Hahaha!"
Kaido laughed uproariously from above.
"Red-Hair, did you hear what my second son said?"
"He's right. The New World doesn't have room for outdated fossils like you. Starting today, your name and territory belong to him."
With the battlefield erupting, Kaido no longer held back. The skies roared with his power.
Amid the thunder and lightning, his massive body transformed—his muscles bulging with renewed strength, sharper than ever after healing from his previous defeat.
Twin horns curled from his forehead as his body began to shift.
Kaido entered his full Zoan hybrid form—a massive, brutal form combining human and Azure Dragon.
His torso was laced with scale-armored muscle, his tail thrashed like an iron whip, and the pressure of his Haki—fused with draconic force—shook the clouds.
Despite recent injuries, his recovery showcased his exceptional durability and regeneration, like when he fell from the sky unharmed.
"Touch that drunk old man if you want,"
Yamato called out coldly.
"But touch Ragnar… and you'll die."
Her icy breath curled in the air. Her pupils became sharp lupine slits, and twin horns sprouted from her head. Her white hair grew wild, freezing the air around her.
Entering her hybrid form of the Inu Inu no Mi, Model: Ōguchi no Makami, Yamato's height surged, limbs lengthened into beast-man form, and her majestic white-furred presence crackled with divine frost and latent Conqueror's Haki.
Compared to the commanding aura of Ragnar and Kaido, Yamato's was less domineering but more noble and untamed.
Three beings stood—Ragnar, Kaido, and Yamato—like celestial wrath incarnate.
The Conqueror's Haki from all three exploded.
Each aura was already of the highest tier individually, capable of causing physical damage to the surroundings.
But when the three merged—
The resulting spiritual pressure fused like rivers to the sea, evolving into something far more terrifying—a pressure that made Red Hair Shanks himself flinch.
Kacha!
"Not good!" Shanks' voice snapped with urgency.
Beneath his feet, the Red Force, the ship he loved most, groaned under the pressure. Cracks appeared along its hull—like fractures in porcelain.
"Red Force!" he shouted.
Shanks, known as the most balanced of the Four Emperors and wielder of the strongest pure Conqueror's Haki, had remained calm even when facing the joint force of Ragnar and Kaido.
But now?
His beloved ship was on the verge of breaking.
His pupils shrank. His lips curled downward.
"Ragnar… Kaido…!"
His rage erupted.
A burst of dark red lightning, crackling with Conqueror's Haki far surpassing any ordinary clash, burst from his body.
BOOM!
The sky blackened, clouds torn apart as if cleaved by a sword.
Even the weather trembled under Shanks' Haki, just like when he forced Admiral Green Bull to retreat from Wano with a glance.
A storm of fate was about to break—and the New World would never be the same again.
The sky, once illuminated by the divine light radiating from the vertical pupil at the center of Ragnar's forehead, was instantly consumed by the surging wills of the Four Emperors. As their supreme Conqueror's Haki erupted and collided, the heavens did not just darken—they shattered on the spot.
This was not a simple storm or natural omen. It was a sign that kings had clashed—Haoshoku Haki at its purest, unleashed without restraint.
"The sky... it's torn apart!"
Everyone aboard the Red Force looked up in horror.
What they witnessed was something that would remain etched into their memories for life.
The vast expanse of the New World's sky, once vast and serene, was now warped and sundered like fragile parchment. Cracks, black and bottomless, spread like spiderwebs across the firmament—a visible scar upon the heavens, as if the world itself was protesting the confrontation of these monstrous wills.
The sheer pressure of their Conqueror's Haki—Ragnar's divine aura clashing against the overwhelming dominance of the Emperors—had transcended normal battle. It bent the world around them, shaking not just the sea but the very fabric of the New World.
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