Chapter 251 - CHAPTER 251:Roger, Who Was Knocked into the Air, Shocked

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The originally sunny sky was instantly disturbed by the overwhelming Haki unleashed from both sides as the final clash began. In this decisive showdown marking the end of his era, Roger, the Pirate King, faced a monstrous adversary whose power seemed to transcend reason. The blades of Ayr and Roger collided again and again, each impact shaking the heavens and ripping apart the battlefield, as though the world itself trembled beneath their wills. Despite being hailed as the strongest pirate of his time, Roger felt cold sweat slide down his temple as he faced Ayr's supersonic slashes that seemed capable of splitting the sky itself. Even when Roger infused his swordplay with both Armament and Conqueror's Haki, Ayr remained calm, showing no sign of strain or negligence.

From Ayr's blade surged an ominous black mist—Conqueror's Haki so dense it became visible to the naked eye. The air vibrated under its weight, carrying his calm yet thunderous voice that echoed across Loguetown, the very place where Roger's legend would one day end. Ayr hadn't even revealed his full power yet; he was merely responding to Roger's offense out of respect for the Pirate King. But when Roger provoked him with that defiant grin, Ayr finally decided to fight without holding back.

Roger, who had spent years chasing Poneglyphs and the Road to Laugh Tale, had never before felt such raw, unrestrained might. Ayr's power wasn't something born of ambition or greed—it was simply existence refined to perfection, the product of the Sage Body and a physique enhanced by the bloodline of Ace Kano. In that instant, Roger didn't see an enemy—he saw the summit he'd sought his entire life. His heart pounded with the same wild thrill he'd once felt at God Valley, the exhilaration of standing against an equal, perhaps even someone beyond him.

When Ayr moved, his attacks tore through the air faster than the eye could track, leaving afterimages like flickering ghosts. His Haki condensed into a blue dragon that roared across the heavens, its cry splitting the clouds apart. The battlefield cracked open as if struck by a meteor, the ground erupting like a volcano under the weight of their Haki. Doflamingo, himself a wielder of Supreme King Haki, could barely comprehend what he was seeing as Roger's glowing body shot backward like a falling star. The physical limits of both men were beyond mortal understanding. Though it was still morning, the intensity of their battle had already turned the sky bright as noon.

Roger roared, blood on his lips, as claws of Haki ripped through the air toward Ayr. "It's been a while since I've had such a fight before dying, Ayr!" he bellowed, laughing through the blood and pain. Ayr's eyes glinted with cold amusement as he replied, "Your strength is commendable, but still lacking heat, Roger." The pressure radiating from Ayr's body was suffocating, a weight forged from countless battles, unshakable will, and a transcendent physique.

Around them, pirates could only gape in disbelief, unable to see the swings of their blades—only the cataclysmic aftermath. "True Conqueror's Haki," one whispered, "doesn't even require contact—it repels before the blades meet." Within a hundred-meter radius, every building had collapsed, torn apart by sheer Haki alone. Ayr stood as the only swordsman Roger had never been able to surpass. The air cracked like glass where their blades didn't even touch, an invisible collision of wills that shattered the sound barrier.

To master Conqueror's entanglement, one had to reach the absolute peak of Haki—beyond the emperors of the New World. Even Doflamingo and Gecko Moria, watching from afar, trembled. "Monsters among monsters," Moria muttered darkly. "Only one might walk away from this." Roger's body slammed through buildings, the earth beneath them cratering into a perfect circle ten meters deep. Their auras, violent and divine, wrapped around them like dueling gods, as Armament and Conqueror's Haki intertwined into bolts of living lightning.

Ayr, his form radiating stillness and ferocity, had transcended ordinary human limits. Even ten years of training wouldn't let others touch his mastery. As the smoke cleared, their Haki erupted again, and only the two of them could truly perceive what was happening—a battle that existed beyond mortal comprehension. Roger charged forward, gripping his sword in both hands, sprinting at a speed that shattered the air, sonic booms echoing behind him. "The sky," someone gasped, "it's cracking open!"

Moria's hunger for power burned hotter; every time he witnessed Ayr fight, he imagined what kind of unstoppable corpse his shadow could animate if Ayr were to fall. But as the dust swirled, it was clear—Ayr was beginning to pull ahead. The battlefield became a wasteland of gray dust clouds rising a hundred meters high, and Roger's afterimages danced through it like ghosts, each strike desperate and blazing. Ayr's very presence pressed down like a mountain, his Sage Body giving him a control over his strength that bordered on divine. Even Doflamingo realized then how small his own Conqueror's Haki truly was.

Though on the surface their strength seemed matched, the true gap lay in Ayr's physical mastery. He had long surpassed the boundaries of taijutsu; his movements were pure instinct. "Don't hold back!" Roger roared, blood and laughter mixing as he swung his sword. "Go all out, Ayr! Because this is my last fight—I want to taste defeat at your hands!"

Ayr's eyes flared. "God Falls!" he roared, unleashing a slash so immense that the ground split open into a bottomless trench. To the pirates watching from afar, the battle had devolved into streaks of black lightning flashing silently across the horizon. Roger staggered backward as Ayr's attack tore the earth in two, and even his immense resistance couldn't stop the force. Above them, the clouds twisted into a vortex of black and gold, the heavens themselves divided by their Conqueror's clash.

In terms of swordsmanship and Haki, Roger was nearly equal—but Ayr's body, blessed by the Sage lineage and refined through countless battles, gave him a decisive edge. Even Moria, consumed by dark fantasies, knew that if Ayr ever died, his corpse would become an unstoppable weapon. The sky darkened again, thick with lightning and the scent of destruction. Roger's eyes gleamed with exhilaration—he hadn't fought a true swordsman like this in years. Their momentum shook the sea itself, ripples spreading outward like an emperor's decree.

"Fascinating," murmured the Red Earl, watching from the rubble. "So this is what a true Conqueror's duel feels like." Even Doflamingo had to admit that Ayr and Roger's Haki surpassed ninety-nine percent of the world, but in raw combat control and Haki fusion, Ayr stood alone. Roger, battered and bloodied, was finally sent crashing into a tall building that collapsed under the impact, burying him in a storm of rubble and smoke.

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