Seeing Sengoku, Garp, Akainu, Kizaru, Aokiji, Purple Steed, Fujitora, Momousagi, and Chaton all surrounding him in a tight circle, even Rosinante's expression turned grave.
None of them were opponents who could be casually dealt with.
Any one of them, taken alone, would be enough to make the seas tremble.
Faced with so many monsters at once, even Rosinante had no choice but to fight with everything he had.
If there was one technique from the ninja world that suited Rosinante better than any other...
then if the Eight Gates Release ranked second, nothing could rank first.
Rosinante wasn't from the Senju clan, so there was no chance of awakening Wood Release.
He wasn't from the Uchiha clan either, so the Mangekyo Sharingan was out of the question.
The ninja world was practically a world where bloodline limits were a form of cheating.
And the Eight Gates Release was the one method that allowed someone without a bloodline limit to surpass those who had one.
More importantly, Rosinante had two unique advantages when it came to cultivating the Eight Gates.
First, he already had extensive experience tempering his body, allowing him to forge a physique even stronger than what was normally possible in the ninja world.
Second, he possessed the powers of the Silent-Silent Fruit, which allowed him to suppress, silence, and even erase injuries. Combined with his Life Seal, even if he used the final state of the Eight Gates Release, he wouldn't need to fear the usual consequences.
The power of the Eight Gates Formation needed no explanation.
Everyone knew what it was capable of.
Such a terrifying secret art, and once mastered, one that carried no fatal backlash for him...
Even if he opened all eight gates, he wouldn't have to fear death.
How could Rosinante possibly not train it?
So when Rosinante's power and influence in the ninja world had reached a certain level, he had immediately begun searching for the Eight Gates technique.
And in the end...
he found it.
"Eight Gates Release, Seventh Gate... Gate of Shock, open!"
A visible blue aura exploded from Rosinante's body.
Faced with a luxurious lineup like Sengoku and the others, Rosinante opened with the Seventh Gate right from the start.
Normally, if an ordinary person opened the final state of the Eight Gates, they would die.
Even for Rosinante, using the full Eight Gates Formation placed a heavy burden on him.
That was why he didn't open all eight gates from the very beginning.
"What is this...?" A drop of cold sweat slid down Sengoku's forehead.
"This energy is no joke," Garp said.
"Even I can feel a deep sense of danger. As expected of the Dragon King," Fujitora said seriously.
"How strange. Didn't Rosinante spend these last ten years lying in bed? Why has he suddenly learned so many bizarre powers and techniques in just ten years?" Borsalino asked.
"Rosinante wasn't merely lying in bed. Ten years ago, his soul was exiled to another world. Which means he may have obtained these strange powers in that other world," Sengoku said gravely.
"I see... so this is power from another world. How fascinating," Borsalino said.
"This power is indeed strong, but it still hasn't reached the point of making me despair. Ten years ago, Rosinante made me taste true despair. Compared to that, this is still not enough," Sakazuki said coldly.
Hearing Sakazuki's words, the others exchanged glances, then nodded and fixed their eyes on Rosinante with solemn expressions.
A great battle was about to begin.
"What is that?" one of the Five Elders said in surprise inside the meeting chamber as he watched Rosinante, his body wreathed in blue aura.
"It really does seem to be a completely different power system. And this kind of power appears to be something that can be cultivated."
"If possible, we should still leave Rosinante alive. If we can obtain this kind of power from him, then with the World Government's resources, we could cultivate a large number of loyal death warriors. For the World Government, that would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"Unfortunately, Sengoku and the others don't have the luxury of fighting with that mindset. If they hold back for even a moment, not only will they fail to defeat Rosinante... they may not even be able to save their own lives."
At those words, the Five Elders' chamber once again fell silent.
"Finished talking? Then I'm about to begin," Rosinante said with a smile.
The moment they heard that, Sengoku and the others' faces all turned cold.
To them, Rosinante's words were nothing short of blatant contempt.
"Rosinante, let this old man test the power of your move!" Garp shouted as he suddenly rushed out first, throwing a punch straight at Rosinante.
It was just a simple punch.
But if that fist ever truly landed on you...
you would understand just how terrifying it really was.
This was the iron fist of the Hero of the Marines, Garp.
"Garp's fist? Perfect. Let's use this chance to test how powerful the Eight Gates are in this world," Rosinante said.
As he spoke, Rosinante also threw a punch, colliding directly with Garp's.
In truth, the Eight Gates Release was somewhat similar to Rosinante's own self-limiter release.
Both were methods of removing the body's natural restrictions on power.
But Rosinante's self-limiter release only removed the body's instinctive resistance to excessive force, allowing him to attack without restraint.
The Eight Gates, however, went much deeper.
They opened the body's restrictions on chakra, forcefully activating it and causing chakra to surge through the body at extreme speed, drawing out power dozens of times greater than normal.
Especially the final gate, which burned the body and life itself as fuel.
So with the Seventh Gate open, Rosinante's power had already surpassed that of a peak Admiral.
Bang!
Their fists collided.
The air twisted violently under the force of their punches.
Garp's strength was also at the very peak among Admirals.
As someone who could battle Roger, whose strength had already transcended the ordinary, Garp's combat power was no less than that level either.
"Not bad! Still going strong in your old age! But don't die too easily from here on!" Rosinante shouted as he began throwing punch after punch.
At the same time, Garp also started swinging his fists, meeting Rosinante blow for blow.
Every collision made the atmosphere tremble violently.
The earth cracked apart inch by inch.
Even the Red Line itself began to crumble.
"Move! Take down Rosinante!" Sengoku roared as he transformed into his giant Buddha form.
At the same time, Akainu and the others also charged toward Rosinante together.
"Daytime Tiger!"
At that very moment, seizing a brief opening, Rosinante suddenly brought both hands together and shouted.