Destroy heaven and earth?
That phrase was no longer enough to describe the current scene.
Compared to this, the Marineford War looked like child's play.
It wasn't that Marineford hadn't been fierce, but this one-against-four battle in God Valley was on a whole other level!
Four Orins, identical in appearance but fighting with completely different styles, all turned to their respective opponents.
After the Warp-Warp Fruit awakened, once Orin truly touched upon a corner of spatial might, the abilities of his clones became more refined. The only problem was the astronomical drain on stamina.
Fortunately, Orin had come fully fed.
Now, each clone possessed strength comparable to Orin's prime. Every punch, every kick, every swing of the blade carried weight, with Conqueror's Haki Infusion woven into different places, almost as if each clone was meant to counter a specific opponent.
It was just like in the original story, where whenever Luffy faced a boss, each crewmate would end up with their corresponding foe.
At this moment, the sword-wielding Orin stood opposite Roger, lightning flashing along his blade as he mirrored Roger's stance.
"Using a sword like me, huh? Hahahaha!!!"
Roger's hand was wrapped with the overwhelming Conqueror's Haki of a child of destiny. Laughing loudly, he gazed at Orin with approval.
"To dare take on four opponents at once—don't you dare die instantly, Orin!!!"
"Divine Departure!!!"
The sword-clone Orin's aura erupted, his blade wreathed in Conqueror's Haki no weaker than Roger's. He raised his weapon in the same stance.
"Half-dead, maybe. But dying? That'll never happen!!!"
"Divine Departure!!!"
Boom—
Crack, crack, crack—
Their supreme slashes collided, the King of the old era clashing with the King of the new.
...
"Fwahahahaha! Such arrogance, you bastard Orin!!!"
The still-young Garp stared straight at the unarmed Orin before him, his fighting spirit blazing as though he might spit fire.
"This is the perfect chance—I get to punch a pirate, and it also counts as hitting a Celestial Dragon! No way I'm holding back!!!"
"!!!???"
Perhaps noticing the icy glare Saint Garling shot him from nearby, Garp's smile froze for a second.
But the next moment, he acted as if he hadn't said a thing and hurled a punch at Orin.
"Fist: Slam!!!"
Orin showed no reaction to Garp's words, only watching the iron fist glowing red barrel toward him, the corners of his lips curving upward.
He crouched low, gathering power. The ground within a hundred meters cratered from the recoil.
Clenching his fist, an intense cross-shaped light flared from his knuckles.
"When it comes to raw physical strength, I fear no one!!!"
"Fist Impact!!!"
He met Garp's fist head-on without hesitation. The ground shattered inch by inch, erupting like a nuclear blast that tore everything apart.
From the sea in the distance, one could see even the two tallest peaks of God Valley start to lean and collapse.
"So these are the strongest monsters in the world…"
"I can't believe it!!!"
...
On another battlefield, Orin faced a fully armored, imposing young red-haired Garling.
Orin simply pulled out a cigarette for himself.
"It's been a long time since I fought you, Garling."
Hearing this, Garling—handsome, with a cascade of crescent-shaped golden hair—hesitated slightly while drawing his sword, surprise flickering across his face.
"You mean… you once fought another version of me, from a different world?"
Garling's intelligence was on par with the Elders, and he knew some of Orin's secrets. Still, he hadn't expected that in some future, he would end up crossing blades with him.
But when he thought about it carefully, it did make sense.
After all, he enjoyed dueling with strong opponents, especially powerful Celestial Dragons.
"In that case, let me see your true depth!"
His sword was instantly coated in supreme Conqueror's Haki. His cold gaze locked onto Orin.
But Orin didn't rush. Instead, he snapped his fingers, sparking a flame to light his cigarette.
Ssshh—
Closing his eyes, he let his cloak slip from his shoulders to the ground. He exhaled smoke slowly.
His long hair danced in the wind. Clad in a suit, tall and lean, cigarette dangling from his lips, flames and lightning began to flicker at his feet.
"To clash with your younger self… I'm looking forward to it as well."
"Conqueror's Infusion!!!"
...
Unlike the three battlefields of the clones, the one who stood before Rocks was the true body—the strongest of them all.
Gripping a sleek black gun that radiated futuristic design, Orin held it casually like a club. His expression was calm as his gaze fell upon the man before him.
The pirate king who had ruled an era, forcing all monsters to bow their heads—
Rocks!!!
"Why? If we just worked together, even Mary Geoise itself couldn't stop us…"
"There's no point saying that now, Rocks!!!"
Crackle—
Threads of Conqueror's Haki wove around his gun. Orin cut him off directly, leaving no room for negotiation.
"…"
Rocks was silent for a moment, his expression darkening.
Shadows concealed his face, but his aura only grew stronger, his wild hair whipping violently in the wind.
That…
That was the strongest Conqueror's Haki Orin had ever felt.
It was beyond reason, beyond limits—Haki that defied all common sense.
"What a pity. Once you die here, I'll remember you as the only brat who could rival me in my prime!!!"
But Orin only laughed, his body shrouded in a thunderstorm of Conqueror's Haki. Gripping the gun's barrel, he raised it like a bat.
"The one dying here has never been me!!!"
Orin launched forward, soaring instantly before Rocks.
"Thunder Bagua!!!"
The strike tore through space itself, imbued with the majesty of a King, and crashed straight toward Rocks.
...
"What an unparalleled talent…"
"Incredible! Not since Imu-sama's era has a monster like this appeared!!!"
"A Celestial Dragon… could he be a descendant of some hidden bloodline? Or did he become one through some other means…"
Holy Land Mary Geoise, within the Room of Power.
Saint Saturn had already returned via a magic circle. Now seated among the other Elders, he glared fixedly at the projected image from the sea.
"Even so, there's no way he can win against all four of them at once."
The five Elders, their eyes sharpened by centuries of experience, watched the scenes unfold.
On one front, he clashed with Roger's Divine Departure.
On another, he battled Garp's Fist Impact.
On yet another, he fought Garling with flashing kicks.
His clones were all being suppressed. And then there was…
The true body, wielding the black gun, being beaten back step by step by Rocks.
"Let's see for ourselves…"
"Just how far this man can go!!!"
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