Like Beckman, Yasopp's final end was also a tragic death.
Beckman had only his head left, while Yasopp was the opposite—his head was blown apart, and in the end only his body remained, and that body had only the right arm left among all four limbs.
The two senior leaders of the Red-Haired Pirates both died in extrely tragic ways.
"Damn you!"
"I'm angry!"
Weevil, who had been accidentally knocked away by his teammates, was clearly furious.
As for Jack, he ignored him. He understood that although Weevil was powerful, he was a complete fool—his appearance alone made that obvious.
Boom!
At that mont, a roaring explosion echoed in the distance.
Hearing it, many people turned toward the sound and saw that in a far-off direction, a huge portion of the island's ground had shattered. A forest spanning at least a thousand ters had been bulldozed flat on the spot, and the ground was torn apart.
This was an extrely violent burst of Conqueror's Haki. The destructive power it generated was enough to completely erase a forest, and naturally the earth itself was within the range of destruction.
This level of Conqueror's Haki had reached an incredibly advanced stage—far beyond simply knocking people unconscious.
Its range was enormous, covering nearly the entire island.
Like a storm swallowing everything.
It could even cause devastating effects on the environnt and make the very sky change color.
This was truly overwhelming Conqueror's Haki.
And the one releasing this terrifying aura was Shanks who had fallen into a state of extre fury. Seeing Beckman and Yasopp dead from afar—the two brothers who had first followed him into the sea—now killed in battle, their bodies destroyed beyond recognition, he was overwheld with grief and rage.
Shanks was so devastated that he unconsciously released his Haki in full.
Along with the forest being flattened and the ground collapsing, dark clouds rolled across the sky, thunder crackled—phenona caused directly by his Conqueror's Haki.
Shanks could not accept the horrific deaths of Beckman and the others.
"I won't forgive you!"
He roared, stopping the release of his Haki. Despite his injuries, he rushed toward Elior at high speed. He moved so fast that his figure vanished entirely—no afterimage, nothing the naked eye could follow.
A blue slash tore through the air, ripping space itself. With a sharp whistle of cutting wind, it fell from above and crashed down on Elior like thunder.
Elior, indifferent to the Shanks's grief and fury, raised his blade. Enma, wrapped in a dark red demonic aura, collided with the slash. After a brief two seconds, Elior completely shattered Shanks 's attack.
The shockwaves further tore apart the already ruined ground.
But Elior could fly—so even if the island sank beneath them, it would not matter to him.
Imdiately afterward, Elior swung his sword and clashed with Gryphon. This ti, Shanks's blade was not blown away like before—the two swords collided evenly, their powers matched.
Previously, Elior had been clearly superior—his strength far more terrifying.
But now, the balance had shifted.
Elior couldn't help but sigh. As expected—anger could indeed be transford into strength.
After all, a "blackened" heart grants power.
But even so—so what?
"As a pirate, when you set sail into these seas, you should already know the people around you will die, shouldn't you? Shanks, you beca a Yonko. Don't tell you've never killed anyone?"
Elior's tone was dripping with mockery. He believed the man's kill count must be high.
"Go to hell!"
Ignoring Elior's taunts, Shanks unleashed a massive, terrifying aura from his entire body, like an invincible god of war.
He roared and slashed again. Elior's Enma clashed against Gryphon once more.
Compared to Elior, Shanks could only rely on swordsmanship and Armant Haki — though his physical abilities were also highly refined.
But Elior's techniques were naturally far more sophisticated.
The mont Enma touched Gryphon, Elior used the blade as a conduit to release a violent burst of lightning. It nearly blasted Shanks back, and Gryphon was also flung away.
Just as Shanks prepared to attack again, Elior struck first, releasing a slash before he could react.
This ti, Elior's technique had a na—though he didn't shout it aloud.
One-Blade Ghost.
The slash turned into a black-and-red crescent, flying like a hunting eagle, then twisting into a demonic form. It tore toward Red-Hair with thunderous speed, roaring like a demon from hell.
The distance between them was only three ters—Elior had retreated slightly to set up the attack—but still far too close for Shanks to dodge. He could only take the slash head-on.
There was a massive difference in power between Elior's nad techniques and unnad ones—with nad techniques being far more destructive.
Shanks was blasted away again, sent flying hundreds of ters.
Before crashing down, he felt intense pain from his stomach to his chest—the path carved by Elior's slash.
Even though he had coated his entire torso with near-top-level Armant Haki after being injured in the earlier battle, he still couldn't avoid the pain.
He couldn't help but feel a chilling realization — if Elior struck him like this a few more tis, even his ironclad Haki armor would break.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, Shanks smashed through a mountainside, shattering it.
That alone proved the terrifying power of Elior's slash.
Shanks pushed himself up from the rubble. The pain kept him from standing upright—his hunched body trembling just like Beckman's had earlier.
His face was pale, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The rage inside him refused to settle, and the grief made him feel helpless.
But still—so what?
"Beckman, Yasopp… everyone…"
Thinking of the crewmates he saw as family, Red-Hair knew all too well that the deaths of Beckman and Yasopp were only the beginning.
And he, the pathetic captain, hadn't been able to protect them.
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