At this mont, Elior stood before Reiju and the others.
Despite facing a monster like an Admiral, Reiju and the others remained relatively calm. After all, they were well aware of Elior's terrifying strength — even soone of that level wouldn't pose a threat to him.
However, the newly joined Cavendish, Baby 5, and Sugar couldn't help but panic. This was, after all, their first ti confronting an admiral.
"Let see what you're made of."
With a sharp tallic sound, Fujitora unsheathed his blade. Instantly, both the sword and his body were wrapped in a swirling purple aura.
This was gravity's color. In a certain country Elior once knew, gravity was represented by the color purple. And as the user of the Press-Press Fruit, Fujitora's entire presence was shrouded in it.
Then, his pressure began to spike.
Without a word, Fujitora swung his sword downward. A glowing purple circle appeared beneath their feet—then, sothing massive materialized in the sky.
"What the hell is that!?"
Cavendish looked up and froze in shock. A massive, burning teor had appeared out of thin air and was now plumting straight toward them.
"A monster!"
"So the rumors are true... A man who can summon teorites at will!"
"A Paracia-type user of the Press-Press Fruit... a monster who manipulates gravity itself!"
Everyone's expressions changed.
The teor was colossal — easily large enough to obliterate the coastline, and its blazing flas could set the entire forest behind them ablaze. It exuded pure devastation.
"Captain, be careful!" Reiju shouted in alarm from behind.
But Elior simply glanced up at the falling inferno. His face showed no hint of panic. He leapt calmly into the air and extended his right hand.
"Does he think he can punch that thing apart!?"
Fujitora was puzzled. Though blind, his Haki allowed him to perfectly sense Elior's movent. He could tell Elior had jumped and raised his hand. Was he trying to shatter the teorite with brute force?
This one was far larger than the teorites Fujitora had summoned during the original work — nearly a hundred ters wide. He wanted to test Elior's true strength.
But Elior didn't plan on smashing it with his fists.
To everyone's shock, just as the teor ca within a ter of him, Elior's right palm made contact with its surface. In an instant, a wave of chilling energy froze part of the teorite's blazing surface.
And then, the Honkai ability was unleashed.
The Honkai power was similar to the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, but unlike Whitebeard's fruit, Elior didn't need to punch with brute force. A simple touch was enough to tear an object apart.
BOOM!
The explosion was deafening. In the stunned eyes of Reiju and the others, the massive teorite shattered into countless pieces!
"The captain's power is even more terrifying than I thought… But what the hell is that ability?"
Crocodile was stunned. Though he had been traveling with Elior for so ti, the man had never once revealed the nature of his power—not even to his closest allies.
The teor was now completely destroyed, its fragnts no larger than the average adult.
Elior had perfect mastery of his Honkai ability, controlling how much an object disintegrated.
However, the fragnts didn't fall. They remained suspended in the air.
Elior imdiately realized Fujitora was using gravity to keep the teorite shards afloat.
"Incredible… Is this the power of a Yonko?"
"If that thing had hit , I'd be dead for sure!"
Cavendish was overwheld, staring at Elior as if looking at a god.
Sugar and Baby 5 felt the sa. The sheer power of soone who could destroy a teorite with a re palm made their hearts pound uncontrollably.
Reiju and Crocodile had long known of Elior's terrifying strength, but even they couldn't hide their shock.
"What kind of power is that!? He shattered a teorite with just a touch... As expected of a Yonko."
Even Fujitora was left stunned. He had assud Elior would try to punch the teorite, but instead, he'd used sothing entirely different—sothing unknown.
What ability is this?
Fujitora couldn't see, but he could sense it — and it shook him. That teorite was a black mass of devastation, and it had been destroyed like nothing.
Elior landed gracefully.
Fujitora guided the teorite fragnts away from the coastline, casting them into the sea. The waves rose and swallowed them one by one.
"All's clear. I'll be going now, Admiral Fujitora."
Elior turned to Reiju and the others. They imdiately understood. It was ti to leave.
Fujitora didn't follow.
Elior knew that the Admiral had no love for pirates—but he wasn't there to start a war. The teorite had simply been a test.
And now, Fujitora had his answer.
"What is that power?"
With a single touch, Elior had undone a disaster. Fujitora could hardly believe it.
No wonder the Marines lost the war...
The enemy was simply too powerful.
Officially, the Marine had declared victory — but anyone with eyes knew the truth. They had been devastated.
After the war, Elior stord into the vacuum left behind, taking control of all Whitebeard's forr territories — starting with Fish-Man Island.
He had truly beco one of the Yonko.
Since then, the world had entered a strange calm. The big players were quiet, while small-ti pirates made noise here and there.
But the World Governnt and Marine knew the real danger wasn't the petty criminals.
It was people like Elior.
The seas seed peaceful…
The One Piece still lood, driving the New World into chaos and ambition—but the monsters remained silent.
But for how long?
Fujitora suspected the war at Marineford had rely been the prologue to sothing far more terrifying.
The likes of Sengoku and Tsuru agreed.
A new era had begun.
A more dangerous one.
Facing the direction Elior had left, Fujitora stood in silence. He could no longer hear their voices—the ship was gone.
He knew Elior had left Dressrosa. As for where he was headed—only Elior knew. And why had he co to et Doflamingo?
On the ship, now sailing away from the island—
Sugar leaned against the railing, watching Dressrosa disappear behind them. She still couldn't understand why Doflamingo had discarded her.
Would she never return to Dressrosa?
Would she spend the rest of her life under the command of Elior, a Yonko?
The thought terrified her. Elior felt like a devil in human skin. His power was overwhelming.
Just thinking about it made her scalp tingle and her body tremble.
"Captain, what was that Admiral trying to do?" Crocodile asked.
Cavendish added, "Yeah, that guy was a monster. Is he even human?"
"He was just testing . He wasn't hostile. And besides, he wouldn't dare make a move—not alone."
"That devil fruit is terrifying" Crocodile said. "By the way, where are we headed next?"
"Zou."
"Zou? You an that country on top of a giant elephant?"
"Exactly. There's a Road Poneglyph there."
Elior estimated that after getting the Road Poneglyph on Zou, he would travel to Wano to retrieve another one. That would give him three. Then, with Doflamingo's intelligence network, he could track down the last.
Once all four Road Poneglyphs were in hand — and the powers in the New World dealt with — he could reach Laugh Tale.
It was worth noting that the truth of this world, the contents of the missing century, had all been engraved onto stone tablets hidden on Laugh Tale by Roger himself.
That's what Roger ant when he said he had left "everything" there.
Still, Elior didn't believe Laugh Tale was that simple.
The island was too mysterious.
According to a historical Poneglyph on Fish-Man Island, eight hundred years ago, that place had already been significant.
Which an t— no matter what — Elior had to go there.
There was also another place that intrigued him:
God Valley — the island tied to the God Valley Incident.
Elior didn't believe it had been truly destroyed by the World Governnt. More likely, it had been erased from maps and hidden from the world.
It probably still existed, shrouded in secrets.
Why had Rocks gone there?
And why was it called God Valley?
In this world, "gods" ant the Celestial Dragons.
Elior figured it was ti to ask either Big Mom or Kaido.
After all, they had been there.
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