"Are you all okay?" Jerry asked with a warm smile as he landed gracefully on the edge of the massive crater his punch had created, turning to check on his rescued allies.
Behind him, Tesoro wore an expression of complete bewilderment, while Kuma and Bonney were both beaming with joy at their reunion. Dr. Vegapunk, meanwhile, was studying Jerry and Kotatsu with the intense curiosity of a scientist encountering phenomena that defied his understanding.
"We're... we're fine," Tesoro answered automatically, his voice filled with shock and disbelief. He stared at the spot where Saint Figarland Garling—whose slashing attacks had made him feel genuinely threatened—had been instantly eliminated by the smiling young man before him. The Golden Emperor swallowed hard, still processing what he had witnessed.
Then Tesoro's attention shifted to the Celestial Dragons who were being urgently evacuated from the area, along with others attempting to flee the chaos entirely. Seeing their miserable, terrified state filled him with secret satisfaction that he had chosen to place his bet on Jerry without hesitation.
"My friend, I cannot express how grateful I am that you took such good care of little Bonney during my absence," Kuma said earnestly, still allowing his daughter to sit comfortably on his massive shoulders. His voice carried deep emotion and genuine appreciation.
Hearing this, Bonney echoed her father's sentiment with childlike enthusiasm: "Thank you so much, Big Brother Jerry!"
"Hehe, well..." Dr. Vegapunk rubbed his hands together eagerly, clearly wanting to engage Jerry in scientific discussion about his incredible abilities.
Before the brilliant scientist could formulate his questions, Jerry interrupted with characteristic directness: "I'm glad you're all safe and sound. Now you should find somewhere secure to wait this out. I still have important business to finish here."
With that declaration, Jerry took a measured step forward and began walking toward the three remaining Five Elders, who had positioned themselves defensively in the distance.
The surviving World Government leaders were currently surrounded by numerous CP0 agents, elite guards, and other heavily armed forces who formed protective layers around their supreme commanders.
Jerry strolled forward at an unhurried pace, his fishing rod casually slung over his shoulder as he spoke his thoughts aloud: "The immediate perpetrator has been eliminated, but the masterminds behind everything are still breathing. I think it's necessary to settle some long-overdue accounts."
"Of course, these debts aren't just mine alone—they belong to countless others, and to people in nations around the world who have suffered under your oppression for centuries."
"Although I've never claimed to be anyone's savior or liberation fighter, and I have no particular interest in researching or explaining what happened 800 years ago, now that I'm here..." Jerry's expression grew more serious as he continued, "I'd feel rather uncomfortable if I didn't do something meaningful about you slave-owning bastards."
As Jerry approached with obvious hostile intent, Saint Nusjuro took the initiative by activating his Devil Fruit powers. His human form transformed into a terrifying centaur with a skeletal horse's lower body and a samurai's upper torso, his famous blade Kitetsu gleaming with malevolent energy.
Saint Warcury and Saint Mars followed suit immediately, transforming into their respective Devil Fruit forms—a massive boar-like creature called Fengxi and a bird-serpent hybrid monster known as Itsumade. Their monstrous appearances filled the air with supernatural dread.
Clearly, for these ancient rulers, Jerry's provocations and crimes had progressed far beyond anything requiring explanation or negotiation.
At the Five Elders' commanding call, all available CP members and guards immediately charged toward Jerry in a coordinated assault, their movements precise and deadly.
Facing this overwhelming siege from multiple directions, Jerry remained completely calm and casually scratched his ear with a relaxed expression. "You want to kill me? You're nowhere near qualified enough for that."
As he finished speaking, an incredible surge of Conqueror's Haki erupted from his body like a volcanic explosion.
That breathtaking, overwhelming presence became more violent and oppressive with every step Jerry took forward.
The Conqueror's Haki that should have been invisible to the naked eye began manifesting as a tangible force after being amplified several times through Jerry's enhanced abilities. Most of the attacking enemies found themselves unable to breathe properly and on the verge of total collapse.
"Die, you insolent fool!" Saint Nusjuro thundered as he charged forward with supernatural speed, immediately drawing his legendary blade and preparing to unleash his most devastating techniques.
Behind him and flanking from both sides, the giant boar and strange bird-serpent hybrid attacked Jerry from multiple angles simultaneously, their coordination honed through centuries of combat experience.
However, Jerry simply smiled with casual indifference and raised his foot, stepping lightly forward onto the stone plaza.
The pressure of his Conqueror's Haki suddenly intensified by several levels, and a circular shockwave swept across the entirety of Mariejois with devastating force.
Simultaneously, countless bolts of black lightning flew in every direction, combining with the shockwave to wreak absolute havoc across the holy land that sat ten thousand meters above sea level.
"How can this young man possibly be so powerful?" Mihawk muttered in genuine confusion, silently lamenting on behalf of his friend Shanks, who had been defeated by this monster. "Has he been holding back his true strength during all his previous battles?"
Boa Hancock, Jinbe, Tesoro, and the other observers positioned around the execution platform, along with various innocent guests who had not yet managed to evacuate the chaotic battlefield, felt only a powerful gust of wind rushing past them. Jerry's overwhelming presence was clearly not targeting any of them directly.
The three Five Elders, CP agents, and government guards who bore the full brunt of Jerry's attack felt the very air around them suddenly crystallize into suffocating weight. The heavy sensation of absolute oppression left them gasping for breath and barely able to move their fingers.
A continuous series of muffled impacts echoed across the plaza as virtually everyone who had charged toward Jerry—with only a few exceptions—lost consciousness almost instantly and collapsed to the ground like marionettes with severed strings.
The three surviving Five Elders roared in unison, desperately unleashing their own fierce Conqueror's Haki in a last-ditch attempt to resist Jerry's overwhelming presence.
However, Jerry had no intention of tolerating the old men's defiance. He took another casual step forward and snorted with cold disdain.
An earth-shaking wave of Conqueror's Haki suddenly radiated outward like a mountain crushing down from the heavens, surging madly toward the three transformed Elders with unstoppable momentum.
At this moment, the already howling winds became even more violent, roaring and tearing through the previously calm sky. The clouds above churned like surging ocean waves, rolling toward the distant horizon in massive formations.
Throughout the execution plaza, dust and debris were swept up in massive whirlwinds. The few people who remained conscious on and around the platform immediately sought shelter to stabilize themselves against the supernatural storm.
The three Five Elders displayed genuine shock and terror on their transformed faces. Under the crushing impact of Jerry's overwhelming Conqueror's Haki, they could no longer maintain their Devil Fruit transformations. They reverted to human form in an instant before mysteriously vanishing from their positions.
Seeing this predictable retreat, Jerry simply curled his lips in contemptuous amusement. "Tsk, I knew you had that capability. Don't think you can hide inside there and avoid me forever. I know you're home!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Jerry's eyes. He twisted his body and leaped high into the air, spinning rapidly as he rose. The powerful winds generated by his rotation instantly formed a massive tornado that swept up everything in the surrounding area and launched toward the towering structure of Pangaea Castle.
"Water God: Limitless Leviathan Judgement!"
The violent Conqueror's Haki tore through the very fabric of space as the giant tornado transformed into the shape of a colossal dragon, roaring as if it intended to devour everything before it.
Sharp warning shouts echoed from within Pangaea Castle as countless sword energy slashes and devastating energy attacks rained down upon the approaching dragon in a desperate attempt to prevent its advance.
However, in the face of Jerry's transcendent attributes and overwhelming Haki mastery, all forms of resistance proved utterly futile.
The dragon-shaped tornado smashed through every incoming attack like they were made of paper, continuing its advance toward Pangaea Castle with completely unstoppable force.
With a deafening roar that could be heard across the entire Red Line, the earth itself shook violently as most of the massive Pangaea Castle collapsed in an instant, reduced to smoking rubble.
"Hey! What did you do, you damned insect?!" a Celestial Dragon who had just regained consciousness from his earlier fainting spell screamed in outrage. He stared at the scene of destruction before him in complete disbelief before turning to roar at Jerry, who had landed gracefully amidst the devastation. "That was Pangaea Castle! The center of world government!"
"Pangaea Castle?" Jerry raised his eyebrows with disdainful amusement, his piercing gaze seeming to cut through the World Noble like a blade. "Do you really think any of you are worthy of possessing such a place?"
The Celestial Dragon suddenly felt his heart skip several beats under the intensity of Jerry's stare. His knees buckled, consciousness fled his mind once again, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.