Yoriichi Tsugikuni readily agreed, leaving as swiftly as the wind to search for other opponents.
The first clash between Kronos and Whitebeard had already carved itself deeply into everyone's hearts.
Emperor versus Emperor.
King against King.
Two rulers bound by hatred—fated to collide at this very moment!
Far away, Uchiha Madara and Marco, locked in battle, couldn't help but pause for a brief moment to glance at the fight between the Pirate Emperors.
"Marco," Madara sneered, his Sharingan glinting, "if you don't finish me quickly, I'm afraid your 'father' might die right before your eyes."
"Hmph." Marco folded his arms across his chest, his expression cold. "Worry about yourself first. For all you know, you'll fall before Father does."
Madara burst into laughter. "You're far too confident. Do you really think you hold the advantage here? Fine—let's see if you can prove it. Hahaha!"
Their blades and fists clashed once more, each determined to crush the other completely.
Meanwhile—if anyone asked Whitebeard who he hated most in this moment, his answer would be immediate:
Kronos.
The Marines were troublesome, yes. But the man standing before him—this captain of the Kamui Pirates—was ten thousand times more loathsome than the Navy ever could be.
If not for Kronos, the Summit War would never have ended in such disastrous defeat for him.
And now this same man had the audacity to challenge him directly? To force him into a corner?
It was nothing less than war to the death.
"Kronos!!" Whitebeard roared. "You're far too young… to think you can stand against me!"
As his voice thundered, an overwhelming wave of Conqueror's Haki burst forth, shaking the air itself!
A Pirate Emperor's Haki was never weak—but Whitebeard's Conqueror's, tempered over decades, was in a league of its own. His will was so strong it seemed tangible, surging outward like waves of crushing pressure, shattering the ground with every pulse.
The earth cracked and crumbled beneath his fury.
Yet Kronos matched him step for step.
Conqueror's Haki…!
For countless pirates across the seas, the idea of one man wielding such power was already unbelievable.
But Kronos's Haki had reached an apex of its own—rivaled only by the late Pirate King, Gol D. Roger. In this arena of kings, almost no one alive could surpass him.
"Better men than you have tried to overwhelm my will," Kronos said coldly. "I have never feared anyone. Not even the so-called strongest man in the world."
And his words were no idle boast.
In the blink of an eye, Kronos's body erupted with an aura equal to Whitebeard's—his own Conqueror's infused with advanced Armament, blazing like a storm.
The two monstrous wills collided violently—like twin hurricanes slamming against one another.
Each impact sent shockwaves tearing across the island. The very earth beneath Honeycomb Island quaked, spiderweb cracks racing across the ground as if the world itself was splitting apart.
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