Several hours later...
The sun was beginning to slowly set when the gigantic silhouettes of the Sea Kings reappeared, approaching the small unnamed island.
And there, on the beach bathed in the golden light of sunset, they stopped.
Because right in front of them, walking with absolute confidence, was Tiberion, with his clothes completely spotless.
And in his arms lay Gion.
The vice admiral had her face completely flushed.
Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment, her breathing was unsteady, and she kept her head so low that her hair almost completely covered her eyes.
She didn't dare look at anyone.
Approaching one of the Sea Kings, it leaned slightly, and with a jump, Tiberion landed on its enormous head.
Once on top, he carefully set Gion to stand beside him.
But as soon as her feet touched the slippery skin of the Sea King, her knees gave out. Gion's sensual body collapsed, unable to support itself.
And by pure reflex, she clung to Tiberion's muscular arm.
The warmth of that contact made her shiver, and although it helped her stay on her feet, she let go of his arm as if it burned, stepping back and lowering her head again.
She said nothing.
She didn't have the courage to do so.
Because at this moment… SHE WAS COMPLETELY DYING OF EMBARRASSMENT!
It was obvious to everyone.
There was no need for words, nor for inquisitive looks. Everyone present clearly knew what had happened.
And the most painful thing… was that everyone knew, and no one said anything.
'Damn him...! He made me go through such humiliation in front of so many people...!' she roared internally, as her heart pounded with rage.
But no matter how much she wanted to confront him, her body knew the truth: that she couldn't do anything.
That she feared being dragged by him once again into that prison of pleasure and suffering… That if she hadn't begged for mercy at the last moment… she would have passed out, or maybe something worse.
And just imagining it… made the blush on her face intensify.
That feeling… THAT FEELING SHE COULD NEVER FORGET!
…
Still during sunset, the group finally arrived at the port of Foosha Village, on Dawn Island.
There, lined up on the dock, stood the Shichibukai: Doflamingo, Jinbe, Kuma, Mihawk, and Hancock. Each one projecting an overwhelming presence, but not even they were prepared for what was about to happen.
From a distance, they began to see gigantic figures approaching little by little.
A legion of gigantic Sea Kings, and on one of them was Tiberion.
And beside him… Vice Admiral Momousagi.
The first thing they noticed was her posture: she wasn't chained, nor tied up, nor forcibly restrained.
She was simply there, standing next to Tiberion, her face lit in a pinkish tone, with her hands together and in silence.
That woman who had once been a symbol of female empowerment now seemed defeated from within—not physically, but emotionally.
The Shichibukai exchanged glances. There was no need to say it out loud. They all understood it immediately.
As for the number of gigantic Sea Kings that had appeared...
They already knew certain information: Tiberion and Princess Shirahoshi were capable of controlling them.
Behind them, on other Sea Kings, the marines silently carried Vice Admiral Chaton, placed on a stretcher with clothing, with his skull sunken from a blow, and although he was breathing, his condition was terrible.
A few meters away, Moria was being transported amidst groans. His left arm had completely disappeared, and his body was covered in bloodstained bandages.
"..."
Doflamingo watched everything in complete silence, then shifted his gaze toward Momousagi. She still had her head down, without saying a word.
She was already out of the mission... totally incapacitated.
Kuma didn't change his expression despite everything. Jinbe took a deep breath, shaking his head silently. Mihawk narrowed his eyes, evaluating Tiberion and sensing danger in his figure.
Hancock, on the other hand, looked at him with a peculiar gleam in her eyes.
And then...
"Prepare my ship. I'm getting out of here," Doflamingo said abruptly, his fingers moving slightly.
But there was no response from the marine accompanying him.
Because before anyone could move, a voice echoed equally for everyone.
"Did I give you permission to leave?"
It was Tiberion.
With a faint smile adorning his face—but his eyes weren't smiling.
"Since we've met… fight me. Or rather: you have no choice. No one leaves here alive if they don't face me first… Accept reality: you're completely surrounded!"
The Sea Kings had already encircled the entire coast and island, sealing every escape attempt.
"..."
Doflamingo stood still, and his expression froze in a way it hadn't in a very long time.
They had come here to kill Tiberion Hanma…!
And now, without understanding how, it was he who was being hunted.
With a look of reproach, he turned toward Gion.
"Vice Admiral Momousagi… did you betray us?"
But Gion didn't respond. Her lips remained sealed. There was no point in saying anything.
What explanation could she give?
That she had been violated in every way?
That her body had betrayed her, yielding to the monster she had sworn to kill?
No. She wasn't going to say it, not in front of everyone.
Not while Tiberion's arm rested so casually around her waist.
Only Tokikake could have kept his composure. Only he would have known what to say at this moment.
But Tokikake… was no longer in any condition to speak for her.
"Ha! When you speak to my woman, watch your tone."
Boom
With a single movement, Tiberion's body launched forward, and after a jump, he landed right in front of Doflamingo.
"..."
He was petrified.
Sweat began to drip down his forehead, sliding slowly like melting ice, while his usual superiority vanished completely. He couldn't move a single muscle. What he felt wasn't fear… it was the most rational part of his mind screaming that he had a monster in front of him.
The pressure emanating from Tiberion felt somewhat familiar… it was SUFFOCATING. He didn't need to yell or move. His mere presence crushed everything.
Despite being taller than him, to Doflamingo, it was like standing in front of a Giant, like standing in front of Kaido again… but even more dangerous.
"Pathetic"
The word was heard with clear contempt, without embellishment or anger. Tiberion looked at him with disappointment and boredom, expecting more from Doflamingo…
The insult hit Doflamingo like a bucket of acid.
HE WAS BEING CLEARLY HUMILIATED!
Not just by what was said, but by how it was said. In front of everyone, surrounded by marines, Shichibukai… and there he was, completely silent, unable to lift his head.
A burning tingling sensation crept up the back of his neck.
It was shame, it was rage, it was helplessness disguised as control.
How could he just stand there, being one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, letting himself be trampled like this?
Where was his name, his reputation?!
And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't contain it. A clear killing intent escaped from his body, emerging as a reflex.
But even if it was small… Tiberion, who had already turned around, felt it.
"HAHAHAHA, THAT'S IT! SHOW ME YOUR TRUE SELF!"
He spun around sharply, needing only that spark. Letting out a crazed laugh, he raised his palm and launched it directly at Doflamingo's face.
The latter barely managed to step back, hastily raising his arm to protect his face, but what he received wasn't a normal strike: the palm came down on his forearm as if the tip of an entire mountain had been thrown. At the instant of impact, a shockwave coursed through his entire body; his bones cracked, and the pain exploded in his nerves before he could even scream.
Boom
His body was sent flying like a bullet, traveling several kilometers through the air before crashing into the town's old windmill, which collapsed under the impact.
"GUAGHH!!"
A mouthful of blood burst from his lips.
The pain was unbearable—every bone in his arm was broken.
And while his body groaned in agony, his soul surrendered to fear. Fear of the unknown. FEAR OF TIBERION HANMA.
With his face twisted in pain and desperation, he activated his strings, trying to reconstruct his broken arm as quickly as possible, while his gaze wandered, searching for a single thing: a way to escape.
Because now he understood with absolute clarity… he was a monster impossible to face!
The marines present turned completely pale. No one could believe what they had just witnessed.
One of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, the feared Donquixote Doflamingo, had been sent flying with a single slap!
What kind of strength was that?!
Then they began to retreat involuntarily, pushed back by a fear so deep they couldn't even raise their rifles or swords, and their hands trembled. Their will to fight—erased with a single blow.
They felt that any movement would be seen as provocation and that a mere gesture from Tiberion would be enough to bring their lives to an end.
Among those present, one watched without being shaken, but with absolute attention: Dracule Mihawk.
His hawk eyes remained fixed on Tiberion from the moment he appeared. He had already evaluated him before... but after seeing that attack, he understood that this was not an ordinary being.
Tiberion's strength was undeniable. But his attitude, his disdain for everything, his wild dominance… this was unpleasant to him.
Then, calmly, he took a step forward as his right hand rested on the hilt of Yoru, a Black Blade, one of the most powerful in the world, one of the 12 Saijo Ō Wazamono, whose edge seemed to absorb the light of the sunset.
"Tiberion Hanma… do you accept a cut from me?"
"After that cut, regardless of the result, I will detach myself from everything happening here. I will no longer interfere."
"And if you still wish to continue, we'll do so in our next encounter."
"..."
Everyone held their breath at Mihawk's unexpected proposal.
But Tiberion did not respond immediately—he simply stared at him for a few seconds, and then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Finally, someone with dignity! As for whether there will be another encounter… that will depend on how strong you are."
And in that instant, his battle aura exploded like a demon awakening.
!
The marines fell to the ground from the pressure, covering their faces as powerful gusts of wind pushed them back. They couldn't even keep their eyes open.
It was as if they had awakened something they never should have.
Mihawk, for his part, was unmoved. From his body emanated a different aura—a tense calm like the surface of the water before a tsunami. His gaze remained fixed on Tiberion, while Yoru began to emit a faint green glow.
The marines hurried to move even farther away. No one wanted to be caught in the middle of the clash between these two entities.
One was the strongest swordsman in the world, whose mastery of swordsmanship had surpassed the limits of logic.
The other, a demon whose physique alone was enough to subjugate both men and women: his explosive strength was such that he could destroy a warship with thousands of people aboard with a single punch.
Tiberion clenched his right fist tightly, and the muscles in his arm tensed to the point that each fiber was on the verge of tearing from the internal pressure.
His joint was heard cracking—not from weakness, but from the power being compressed in every inch of his arm. Heat began to radiate from his skin, and a barely visible steam started to rise slowly from his forearm until it surrounded him completely.
That punch now contained a force equivalent to more than thirty thousand tons. Not figuratively. It was the force of a mountain compacted into a single point.
And even so, he didn't stop.
Taking a deep breath, his arm became completely covered in a dark reddish hue. With that enhancement, the impact of his punch rose to over fifty thousand tons.
A single movement from him now had the potential to destroy armored vehicles as if they were made of paper.
But then, something else changed.
From the base of his spine, a tremor ran through his vertebral column—a beast was awakening. It was the Demon Back.
His back began to protrude, expanding and deforming slightly. He activated it to its maximum possible level, at 20%, and within seconds his blood pressure, heart rate, and body temperature skyrocketed.
All his physical abilities were raised to the highest level his body could withstand.
Now, if that punch landed, the impact would reach seventy thousand tons.
SEVENTY THOUSAND.
Enough to wipe entire buildings off the map.
His presence was comparable to a miniature nuclear explosion. It felt like standing before a real-life Super Saiyan—only without the glow.
For his part, Mihawk didn't say a word at the transformation; he simply gripped the hilt with both hands, slightly leaning his body forward. His arms tensed their muscles, and in a single motion, he launched a horizontal slash at chest height.
Swish
The black blade of Yoru whistled as it sliced through the air, and a light green cutting wave emerged from the blade.
The slash moved with such extreme speed that it seemed to ignore distance. Anything in its path was sliced without resistance—trees, rocks, or flesh, it made no difference.
It was the slash of the strongest swordsman in the world.
And Tiberion didn't move from his spot.
As soon as he saw the wave approaching, he twisted his torso with momentum and threw a punch straight ahead.
And then, they collided.
Mihawk's slash—pure and sharp like death's scythe—clashed against Tiberion's punch with the force of a seismic impact.
BOOOOM
The sound was like thunder exploding right beside your ear, and at that very instant, a pressure burst out from the point of impact, spreading like an invisible tsunami.
And at the epicenter of the clash, the unleashed energy glowed with incandescent intensity. A blinding white light spread out like a sphere that swallowed everything for a second.
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