Borsalino was also caught off guard by the sudden rampage of more than a dozen prisoners.
Although his Observation Haki could allow him to foresee the future, it still required active use— he had to consciously activate it to see what was coming.
These past few days, whenever Rosen checked in to Infinite Hell, he either instantly killed his opponents or won overwhelming victories. It was as if he had completely crushed the will of all the LV6 prisoners.
No accidents had happened at all.
Whether it was the released prisoners or those still confined in cells, they had all behaved extraordinarily well.
And now, after seeing Rosen finish off Catarina Devon, Vasco Shot, and Avalo Pizarro, Borsalino never imagined there would be any need to activate his Observation Haki.
However, unlike Zephyr— who had been away from the battlefield for a long time and was truly caught by surprise— the sudden outbreak of those thirteen prisoners only momentarily startled Borsalino. It wasn't enough to throw him off completely.
"Thirteen people attacking at once?"
"Hmph."
"Looks like Mr. Sengoku's concern wasn't without merit. You prisoners in Infinite Hell… really are terrifying."
Borsalino's entire body erupted into radiant golden light. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from his original position, stepping on dazzling rays of gold as he raced toward Rosen's side.
With his speed and reaction time, even though the thirteen prisoners had already launched their ambush—and even without Observation Haki to warn him—he could still move faster than anyone else.
He arrived in front of Rosen ahead of all the shockwaves and slashing attacks, moving at the speed of light.
Boom!
Just as the light-formed Borsalino reached Rosen's side, two overwhelming bursts of Haki exploded from the deepest part of Infinite Hell— like two sleeping dragons suddenly awakening.
Conqueror's Haki has a unique property: as long as it covers an area, it can instantly descend upon any target within it, regardless of distance, almost like teleportation.
That's exactly what happened now.
The moment those two Conqueror's Haki auras erupted, they spread like a furious storm, their black lightning crackling like serpentine dragons as they pressed down directly upon Borsalino.
"What the…"
"Two Conqueror's Haki surges!"
Borsalino's expression changed slightly.
As long as it wasn't advanced-grade Conqueror's Haki, he normally wouldn't care.
And these two surges?
Both were intermediate-level— not the terrifying, top-tier kind used by Gol D. Roger or Red-Haired Shanks.
On their own, intermediate Conqueror's Haki is meaningless when used at long range without entanglement techniques— unless combined with a physical strike.
But here's the catch: there were two of them.
And while quantity doesn't make up for quality, two surges were enough to briefly disrupt him.
Because the two users hadn't aimed to overpower him— they only needed to distract him.
Even a single moment of hesitation would suffice.
"Redfield…"
"Bullet…"
"You're courting death."
Zephyr's face darkened with fury as he felt the two auras descend like mountains. His body surged forward like a lion awakened from slumber, exuding killing intent.
He hadn't expected this.
That the aloof and cold Redfield, who had always kept his distance…
That the fiercely prideful Demon's Heir, who once faced an entire Buster Call head-on…
That they, of all people, would actually choose to collaborate— and synchronize with the prisoners of Infinite Hell to trigger a coordinated riot.
This sudden and carefully orchestrated rebellion had caught even the seasoned Zephyr off guard. His age, his weakened body, and his long absence from the battlefield made it hard to keep up.
And Borsalino, despite being one of the strongest Admirals in naval history, had his own limitation—
He lacked a Conqueror's Haki.
Without the qualifications of a king, when confronted by the will of other kings, he could only resist with sheer mental strength.
There was no natural suppression—only brute willpower.
"...And there's that guy too. Shiryu."
Zephyr turned toward Shiryu, only to see him standing with arms crossed, casually watching the chaos unfold—eating snacks like a spectator at a play.
He had no intention of intervening.
Zephyr wanted to curse him out, but thinking back on Shiryu's attitude toward Domino—how he didn't care if she lived or died—he realized it would be a waste of energy.
There was no point relying on someone who'd already decided to stay uninvolved.
Better to focus on saving time.
…
"You're too eager to die…"
"Prisoners."
"It's not time for you to dance yet."
At the very moment Rosen—back turned to the incoming slashes and shockwaves—seemed about to be consumed, a faint smile flickered across his lips.
A pillar of materialized Armament Haki surged out from his body like a storm. Purple light exploded, forming a massive beam that pierced the ceiling of Level 6 and enveloped Rosen entirely.
BOOM—!
That pillar of purple light stopped everything.
Slashes, shockwaves, blades imbued with Haki—everything froze as if smashing against an unbreakable divine wall.
Their speed dropped sharply.
Some attacks stopped completely in mid-air.
Then—
From within the pillar of light, a figure began to emerge.
First, it was a towering skeleton.
Then came muscles, internal organs, flesh, skin, and a robe of armor.
And finally, a giant—a war god in heavy battle gear, only the eyes exposed—stood tall in the smoke.
The third form of Susanoo, forged from pure Armament Haki.
In an instant, Rosen was fully protected within this indestructible form, unmoving like a mountain, facing the onslaught from behind.
Bang bang bang—!!
A flurry of consecutive impacts followed.
Haki shockwaves, sword energy, and piercing bursts all collided with the Susanoo's armored body in a storm of explosions.
The very prison trembled.
The floor beneath Rosen's feet—made from high-grade, reinforced stone—was blown open by the overwhelming combined force. Cracks spread like spiderwebs.
Dust and gravel were blasted into the air.
Thick smoke coiled through Infinite Hell like a dragon of ash.
BOOM—!
And just before the dust could settle, a giant purple hand stretched out from within.
That hand—shimmering with devastating Haki—swept across the battlefield, blowing away the smoke and shockwaves in an instant.
Now—
Everyone could clearly see Rosen.
Standing tall within the third form of Susanoo, his body was untouched.
The martial god's armor remained perfectly intact.
Despite enduring the combined attack of thirteen monster-class prisoners, not even a scratch had been left behind.
They hadn't even shaken him.
The entire level fell silent.
Those same prisoners who had just attacked stood dumbfounded.
They had been sure—that if they struck together, even if they couldn't win, they could at least damage him.
Any one of them couldn't compare to Vasco Shot, Catarina Devon, or Avalo Pizarro—but thirteen of them together?
They were sure they'd surpass the three.
And the result?
They couldn't even shake Susanoo's armor.
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