"That is because, across this entire sea, only we are worthy of the title 'Emperor'!"
Her voice suddenly rose, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
"And the Elders have five people! Five old monsters who have lived for who knows how many years!"
At this point, a deep trace of wariness flashed through Big Mom's eyes—the caution one felt toward an unknown yet overwhelmingly powerful force.
Big Mom suddenly smashed her giant sword into the ground once again, sending a ring of air bursting outward.
The shockwave spread like surging waves, sweeping everything nearby into its force.
"And that's not all! The three Admirals of the Navy, the commander of CP0, those God's Knights…"
Big Mom's voice was filled with worry and unease.
She knew very well how powerful and terrifying these forces were.
A trace of fear flickered in her eyes.
"At God Valley, you all witnessed the strength of the God's Knights, didn't you?"
Hearing this, Kaido's expression became as dark as storm clouds, gloomy enough that it seemed water might drip from his face.
That earth-shaking experience at God Valley was like a deep scar, forever branded into the depths of his memory. How could he possibly forget it?
Every detail, every moment between life and death, replayed in his mind like a film.
Whitebeard's gaze also became solemn in that instant.
His originally firm eyes now carried a hint of concern, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on Murakumogiri, which radiated a chilling gleam.
"So many years have passed…"
Big Mom's tone suddenly became sinister and terrifying.
Her voice slowly rang across the silent battlefield, as though it carried some invisible magic, casting a shadow over everyone's hearts.
"Do you think those monsters have stayed exactly where they were?"
As she spoke, she slowly extended her thick fingers, counting one by one. Every number she spoke was like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.
"Five Elders. Five old foxes standing at the peak of world power. Every single one of them possesses unfathomable strength and methods."
"At least three Admiral-level fighters. Their strength cannot be underestimated either. Every one of them can stir up bloodshed on the battlefield. And then there are the mysterious God's Knights. Just how strong they truly are is still a mystery…"
Her voice grew sharper and sharper, like blades piercing straight into everyone's ears.
"Just the high-level combat forces they have openly displayed already outnumber us by more than ten times! What does that mean? It means that before them, in terms of numbers, we have absolutely no chance of victory!"
The scene instantly sank into deathly silence. Time itself seemed to freeze at that moment.
Only the sound of the sea wind howling past, like a heavy sigh from nature, broke that suffocating silence.
The pirates in the distance swallowed unconsciously.
Their throats felt dry and blocked, as though something were stuck inside.
Never before had they so clearly realized the terrifying strength of the World Government.
It was a despair-inducing power, an impossible mountain standing in their way.
"Now…"
Big Mom suddenly gave a sinister grin.
The smile on her face looked especially frightening, the fat on her cheeks twisting into a terrifying shape.
"If we continue killing each other here…"
She deliberately dragged out her words, making every syllable land heavily on everyone's heart.
It was like an alarm bell ringing, shaking each person's soul.
"What awaits us? The World Government's full purge! The butcher's blade of Mary Geoise! The end of all pirates!"
A mad light burned in Big Mom's eyes. Within it was both fear of death and a desperate desire to survive.
She stared fixedly at everyone's reactions, her gaze filled with unquestionable determination.
"Think carefully! Do you want to fight to the death here and let those bastards sitting high above reap the benefits? Or…"
Ron looked at the completely different Big Mom and felt startled.
He had never expected that this woman, who usually seemed to care only about food and her children, would now become both so frantic and so rational.
It seemed that in order to let Kaido survive, she had truly gone all out, completely disregarding her usual image and dignity.
Was this the most she had ever spoken?
At that moment, the sea wind swept up smoke and dust. A suffocating pressure filled the battlefield.
Everyone seemed frozen in place, sinking into deep thought.
Even Kaido, the most unruly of them all, showed a trace of wavering in his eyes. His gaze turned toward the distance, as though he were thinking about something.
Under this immense pressure, even his once-firm conviction seemed to crack slightly.
Whitebeard's brows furrowed deeply, making the carved lines on his forehead appear even deeper.
His thoughts drifted uncontrollably back to the Battle of God Valley many years ago.
That brutal battle was still vivid in his mind.
Those members of the God's Knights each possessed strength comparable to an Admiral.
Their attacks had been as fierce as a violent storm, and their defense as solid as an iron wall.
His thick fingers unconsciously rubbed the handle of Murakumogiri.
The cold touch of the metal brought him slightly back to his senses, making him feel the weight of the blade in his hand.
"Gurararara…"
Whitebeard's low laughter carried a trace of solemnity. In the quiet battlefield, it sounded especially abrupt.
"Linlin isn't wrong. Even if we include Kaido, we only have three fighters at the same level."
His gaze slowly swept across the scarred battlefield, his eyes revealing a hint of worry.
"With that kind of strength comparison, it is indeed…"
Before he could finish, a clear voice suddenly cut through his thoughts like a meteor piercing the silent night sky.
"No, you're wrong!"
Marco strode forward with firm, powerful steps.
Blue flames of regeneration danced around him, and his gaze was as sharp as a blade, like the light of dawn piercing through darkness.
He looked straight at Big Mom without the slightest fear or retreat.
Marco spread his arms, his voice filled with pride.
"Every captain of our Eternal Divine Kingdom possesses Armament Haki no weaker than Pops'!"
As his powerful words fell, Jozu, Vista, Crocodile, and the others stepped forward one after another.
Their steps were steady and firm.
Each step displayed the confidence and composure of powerful warriors.
They calmly looked at Big Mom, their gazes showing not the slightest panic or cowardice—only fearlessness toward a mighty opponent.
"Not only that…"
"As long as someone awakens Conqueror's Haki, they can likewise possess Conqueror's Haki as powerful as Pops'!"
A firm light shone in Marco's eyes, burning like fire and illuminating the entire battlefield.
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