Amid the continuous barrage, Dark Night's Savage Light was torn apart.
Although Garp and the others' attacks had been heavily weakened, they had not been extinguished.
Six Admirals and one Four Emperor—seven top-level powerhouses of the sea. The might gathered from their ultimate attacks was absolutely not sothing ordinary people could imagine.
Mountains and seas collapsed. Heaven and earth seed to sink. Space shattered and twisted.
Even if Whitebeard, the man known as the strongest in the world, stood before such power, he would likely fall with regret.
Seven forces at the level of Admirals and Four Emperors intertwined together, surging violently as they crashed toward Defying the Heavens.
Sharpness erupted. Cold energy spread. Nightmare power brewed.
Facing that terrifying combined attack from seven Admiral- and Four Emperor-level powerhouses, Hanfeng Linlin, Ghost Forest, and Ironblood Wushuang all wore resolute expressions.
They each erupted with their strongest power, preparing to rush directly before Defying the Heavens and face that terrifying attack together.
"Stand down."
Waving his hand, Defying the Heavens' eyes shifted slightly. He tightened his grip on Eternal Night, and his aura slowly began to rise again.
The seven terrifying streams of energy were reflected in his pupils as they rushed toward him at extre speed, yet his expression did not change. Behind him, strands of pitch-black energy rapidly gathered.
"Dark Night Descends!"
Behind him, endless black energy descended and enveloped the entire void. From afar, it looked as if the deepest abyss of darkness had descended upon the world.
The darkness was so dense that not even one's fingers could be seen. A massive shadow rose behind Defying the Heavens.
Terrifying waves of pressure swept outward in circles.
The air churned violently, and space trembled with intensity.
In his right hand, Eternal Night slowly rose, its blade aid directly at the seven terrifying energies.
The endless shadow behind him slowly gathered toward Eternal Night's blade. The sinister strands of darkness made everyone shudder.
That gloomy, despairing aura carried the aning of infinite death.
Even more terrifying was that, as the energy gathered and darkness descended, an enormous phantom gradually ford behind Defying the Heavens.
The phantom was subrged in darkness, its eyes shining with brilliant green light. Its face was hideous, and both of its enormous hands were also wrapped around a long blade.
"Slash—!"
Dragging Eternal Night with his right hand, Defying the Heavens slowly cut through the space around him.
Imdiately, savage cracks split open one after another, spreading rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the hundred-ter space around Defying the Heavens collapsed completely. Black air currents flowed wildly, like a wound opened into the dark abyss, ready to devour everything.
Standing at the center of it all, Defying the Heavens remained expressionless and slashed out fiercely.
"Shadow Flash Blade!"
A voice cold to the extre echoed between heaven and earth.
Then—
Endless darkness erupted in an instant.
All its power reached the peak at once.
Behind Defying the Heavens, the massive phantom followed his movent and slashed out fiercely.
"Riiiip—!"
The atmosphere shattered. The sea below poured apart.
Masses of darkness shot out from the abyss.
Dense black energy intertwined, looking like a mass of black mist.
But only those truly standing before it could feel the world-destroying power it contained.
In the blink of an eye, the darkness collided completely with the seven dazzling energies.
The mont they made contact, the slash ford from dark shadow advanced without restraint, instantly shattering and tearing apart the air frozen by cold energy.
After that, magma fists crashed into the dark slash, yet they could only raise faint sparks, completely unable to halt its montum.
A chain of explosions stretched for thousands of ters, and the shockwaves from the collision swept across an area of tens of thousands of ters.
Layers of shockwaves rippled outward, blasting vacuum zones into the sea below from ti to ti.
With only one clash, the sea level below dropped dramatically.
Scattered explosion shockwaves fell into the ocean like cannonballs, detonating deep beneath the surface.
And as the collision dragged on, the sea continued to evaporate.
The world overturned.
The slash Defying the Heavens unleashed now was even stronger than Dark Night's Savage Light.
But the enemies before him were equally terrifying.
It was the full-powered strike of six Admirals and one Four Emperor!
Even after being weakened by Dark Night's Savage Light, it remained extraordinary.
In fact, it was faintly suppressing Defying the Heavens' slash!
"Hmph!"
Seeing his slash faintly suppressed, Defying the Heavens snorted coldly, a trace of irritation flashing in his eyes.
He had not held back at all with Dark Night's Savage Light earlier, and now this slash had been unleashed with full power. He had even summoned the phantom of Eternal Night.
Yet it was still faintly suppressed.
Forget being suppressed—even if it had rely been evenly matched, he would have been displeased.
After all, he was the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race, the strongest commander of the entire Nether Race.
This ti, the World Governnt truly had too many powerhouses.
Judging by the current situation, without using Breaking the Limit, Defying the Heavens could at most contend against two Four Emperors or four Admiral-level fighters.
Any more than that would be difficult.
Even if he used Breaking the Limit…
It still might not be enough against six Admirals and one Four Emperor.
But this result was within expectations.
After all, Defying the Heavens' current role-playing progress was only 70%.
He was still far from reaching his peak.
Even so, he would absolutely not allow himself to suffer defeat the very first ti he appeared before the entire sea.
"System!"
"Increase Defying the Heavens' role-playing progress by another 5%!"
After weighing it in his heart for a mont, Defying the Heavens spoke to the system in his mind.
"Ding… Increasing Defying the Heavens' role-playing progress to 75% requires 30 points of special energy. Does the master wish to proceed?"
The system's cold voice shocked Defying the Heavens.
Thirty points of special energy just to increase role-playing progress by 5%?
Although he had long known that progress beca harder to improve the further it went, this was still too exaggerated.
This was only 75% role-playing progress!
If it were Gilgash, whose progress had already reached 90%, how terrifying would the required special energy be?
A flicker of pain passed through Defying the Heavens' heart, but he said firmly,
"Confirm. Increase it imdiately!"
He understood how important this battle was for him and for the Nether Race.
As one of the peak powerhouses from four thousand years ago, he absolutely could not greet his first appearance with defeat.
So no matter how painful it was, these 30 special energy points could not be saved.
"Ding… Special energy being deducted… Role-playing progress increasing…"
"Ding… Special energy deduction complete. Role-playing progress increase complete."
Strongest Role-Playing System
Master: Gilgash
Current Role-Playing Character: Grand Marshal of the Nether Race, Defying the Heavens
Owned Role-Playing Characters: The Ancient King Gilgash; Grand Marshal of the Nether Race, Defying the Heavens
Current Role-Playing Progress: 75%
Current Special Energy: 163
Current Character Draw Chances: 1
Current Followers: Ironblood Wushuang, Hanfeng Linlin, Ghost Forest
Follower Draw Chances: 0
The system panel in his mind quickly updated.
At the sa ti—
A power from the underworld surged from deep within Defying the Heavens' body and erupted outward.
In the outside world—
Only a few seconds later—
"Buzz—buzz—buzz…"
The dark slash that had gradually fallen into disadvantage suddenly erupted with even greater force.
The phantom of Eternal Night behind Defying the Heavens beca more solid, and endless darkness poured continuously into the black blade.
Waves of dark energy surged in every direction.
"Ha!"
"Shatter for this marshal!"
With a roar, Defying the Heavens tightened his grip even more, and the weapon in his hand trembled violently.
As even greater, denser dark energy poured into it, the already terrifying slash beca even more horrifying.
Under countless disbelieving gazes—
The black slash tore through the attacks of Garp and the others one after another.
Energy scattered violently. Shockwaves surged.
All kinds of power intertwined, trembling nonstop.
"Not good!"
Seeing the black slash gradually defeat their attacks, Akainu and the others' pupils shrank sharply. Their bodies flashed away.
None of them dared linger for even a mont as they fled their original positions at the fastest speed possible.
"Rumble—!"
Darkness descended completely, and everything was utterly crushed.
The broken dark slash plunged into the sea, splitting the ocean in two.
The sea was divided.
A stretch of ocean several thousand ters wide collapsed completely, sinking hundreds of ters deep.
If this slash had landed near the shore, it might have directly cut all the way to the seabed.
"Ahhh!"
Light flashed.
Garp and the others scattered in all directions. After avoiding the slash, they gathered together once more.
"This guy… truly deserves to be called the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race. An existence capable of rivaling that monster…"
Countless photons surged around Kizaru as he hovered in the void. Looking down at the sea that had been split in two, he clicked his tongue in shock.
"The seven of us joined forces… and he still broke through."
Aokiji's expression was extrely grave, his eyes filled with lingering fear.
That slash just now had completely surpassed the Four Emperors.
"This ti, keeping the Nether Race here may be impossible."
Garp, who had always been indifferent to most things, had now lost his usual smile. His expression was dark.
"In fact… we may no longer be their match."
Although the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race had unleashed two attacks in that exchange, the fact that he had broken through their combined attacks twice was enough to prove one thing.
With his strength alone, he would have no problem defeating four Admirals.
Perhaps if they all attacked together, the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race would not be their match.
But do not forget—
Beside him were three Nether Race generals.
Even though all three were injured, after that strange boost in power, Hanfeng Linlin, the strongest among them, was only slightly weaker than he had been before being injured.
Ironblood Wushuang and Ghost Forest could each face an Admiral without issue.
Overall, the Nether Race's strength had already surpassed theirs.
If they continued fighting, they would no longer gain any advantage.
"The Five Elders said… Fleet Admiral Sengoku, along with Agents Two and Four, are almost here. They told us to hold on a little longer."
Commander CP0-7, his black suit rather disheveled, slowly stepped forward and whispered beside Garp.
"Besides… the strength of Hanfeng Linlin, Ghost Forest, and Ironblood Wushuang rose in an extrely strange way. No one knows whether this sudden increase, aside from Breaking the Limit, is like Life Return and cannot be maintained for long."
"A thod similar to Life Return?"
Akainu and the others frowned slightly.
Indeed.
Breaking the Limit itself was understandable. After all, the Nether Race had been a powerful race four thousand years ago. It was reasonable for them to possess such a secret art.
But their later, strange increase in strength was different.
That sudden, unexplained boost very likely had side effects and could not be used for long.
"As long as the three Nether Race generals don't have much strength left… and it's only the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race…"
Garp's eyes kept shifting. He glanced up at Hanfeng Linlin and the others, then slowly said,
"The result may not be too terrible."
"Compared to the move used by the Ancient King, Gilgash, back then, this Grand Marshal of the Nether Race is still quite a bit inferior."
"So perhaps, like Hanfeng Linlin and the other Nether Race generals, the Grand Marshal's strength has also not recovered to its peak."
Akainu's expression was dark as he lightly touched his reattached arm and made his guess.
Even though several months had already passed, when he spoke of the Ancient King, Gilgash, he could still feel his old injury faintly aching.
He could still clearly rember that terrifying might from back then, as if it would tear the world apart and crush everything.
"That's right… The strength displayed by the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race has definitely surpassed the Four Emperors, but it has not reached the level of the Ancient King, Gilgash."
Kizaru nodded in strong agreent.
If it were the Ancient King…
He believed that even with six Admirals and one Four Emperor, they still could not defeat him.
But the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race was different.
The seven of them still held the absolute advantage.
Across the seas—
Countless people looked at the image of the split and reversed ocean, feeling cold sweat break out across their bodies as their hearts pounded madly and their worldview gradually collapsed.
"So this is… the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race? A peak powerhouse from four thousand years ago?"
"Terrifying! Truly terrifying!"
"He actually shattered the combined attack of six Admirals and one Four Emperor by himself!"
"With strength like that, he deserves to be called the new peak of the sea! Unrivaled!"
"The Four Emperors… even the Four Emperors are nothing before him, are they?"
Admirals. Four Emperors.
To them, these were already terrifying beings. Even one such existence could sweep across the sea.
When six Admirals and one Four Emperor stood together to deal with one person, no one believed anyone could endure for long.
Not Whitebeard, the world's strongest man.
Not even the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger.
And yet soone had not only avoided defeat, but had shattered the combined attack of six Admirals and one Four Emperor.
A powerhouse of this level completely surpassed their imagination.
In the New World, within the royal palace of Dressrosa—
Doflamingo, wearing his pink feathered coat, stood up excitedly, the fanaticism in his eyes indescribable.
"This… this is what a true powerhouse looks like!"
"With power like this… what is Kaido even worth?"
His entire body nearly pressed against the screen, Doflamingo's desire was overwhelming.
If he possessed this kind of power, how would Kaido dare threaten him?
The Grand Marshal of the Nether Race.
He had rembered this man.
In the New World, within Whitebeard's territory, on the deck of the Moby Dick—
"That's way too exaggerated… power at that level…"
"The sea was split apart… So this is the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race? One of the strongest mbers of the Punishnt God Alliance from four thousand years ago?"
"Absurd! It's too absurd! If we hadn't seen it with our own eyes, who would dare believe it?"
"A Marine Admiral alone is often enough to suppress many regions of the sea…"
"And now, six Admirals and one Four Emperor have actually fallen into disadvantage?"
The Whitebeard Pirates' division commanders, who were usually incomparably proud, no longer had the slightest trace of arrogance.
Including First Division Commander Marco, more than a dozen commanders wore the sa expression of extre shock.
Clearly, they could hardly believe what they had just seen.
Their blind confidence in their father gradually began to fade.
At this mont…
Forget the current Whitebeard, who was already nearing the end of his life.
Even Whitebeard at his peak—so what?
Could he really achieve what the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race had done?
Perhaps he would not even be able to withstand the Grand Marshal's first slash.
For once, Whitebeard no longer looked as carefree as usual.
Because the terror of the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race had exceeded his imagination.
He had originally believed that surpassing the Four Emperors would not an surpassing them by too much.
After all, powerhouses at the Four Emperor level had nearly reached the peak of the sea in all aspects. It should have been extrely difficult to exceed them.
But who could have known…
This level beyond the Four Emperors was far beyond his understanding.
Even the Four Emperors could still be surpassed by such a margin.
"The most terrifying thing is… four thousand years ago, there were quite a few powerhouses on the level of the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race!"
"And there was even the ruler of the Divine Race who could suppress the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race—the supre ruler, Heaven!"
"And… even more powerful races and powerhouses capable of contending against the Divine Race and Heaven!"
His face filled with fear and confusion, Blenheim, the Ninth Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, trembled slightly, his voice filled with terror.
His words caused Marco and the others' minds to tremble once more, pushing them into an even deeper shock.
That was right.
The Grand Marshal of the Nether Race was indeed powerful and terrifying.
But he was not the most frightening part.
Because the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race was not unique.
In fact, powerhouses like him were not rare four thousand years ago.
And above him, there were even stronger existences.
Powerhouses beyond the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race…
Just how terrifying would they be?
From the corner of their eyes, everyone looked at the image of the figure standing proudly in the void like an undying demon god.
All of their hearts trembled uncontrollably.
They could not imagine just how powerful soone would have to be to suppress the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race.
Before such a being…
Perhaps even their father, Whitebeard, would be nothing more than an ant.
"The Whitebeard Pirates… need to make proper preparations as well."
Clenching his fist, Whitebeard no longer had his usual carefree bearing.
As soone close to death, no matter how the world changed, it did not matter much to him. At worst, he would simply die.
In his life, he had road the seas freely and built a great reputation. Even if he died, he had no regrets.
But he could not stop worrying about his children.
Before such terrifying powerhouses, he had no confidence that he could protect his beloved sons.
"I'll die. I'll definitely die."
Deep in his eyes, that black slash lingered for a long ti.
A voice echoed continuously in Kaido's heart as every pore on his body seed to explode open.
Kaido stared deeply at Defying the Heavens, his fear and wariness completely undisguised.
He was certain.
That slash unleashed by the Grand Marshal of the Nether Race was enough to completely destroy his immortal body.
The immortality he was so proud of was utterly insignificant before the Grand Marshal's outrageously terrifying power.
Outside Impel Down—
Magma surged, and scorching heatwaves spread outward, evaporating streams of white vapor.
Akainu transford into magma, his entire body ready to strike.
Around him, Aokiji, Kizaru, and the others had faintly surrounded Defying the Heavens in the center, their intent obvious.
Straightening his black suit, Commander CP0-7 once again faced Defying the Heavens, whose body surged with dark energy, and advised,
"Honorable Grand Marshal… you have seen it as well."
"Four thousand years of slumber have left your strength, like that of the generals under your command, below its peak."
"On top of that, your three generals are heavily injured. Continuing this battle has no aning for either side. It will only damage the friendship between us."
"Why not calm down and properly discuss matters with our World Governnt?"
Holding Eternal Night tightly in one hand, Defying the Heavens' eyes carried a hint of mockery. The corner of his mouth curved slightly as he asked coldly,
"Oh? Are you telling this marshal… that you already have victory in your grasp?"
"I wouldn't dare."
With the Five Elders' approval, Commander CP0-7 no longer felt fear even while facing Defying the Heavens, who resembled a demon god.
He stared straight at Defying the Heavens, ignoring the pressure contained within his gaze.
"I am rely telling our honored guest… the correct choice."
"A choice? Since when does the Grand Marshal need others to choose for him?"
"Boy… are you insulting the Grand Marshal? Insulting the Nether Race?"
Sharpness erupted as Ironblood Wushuang's Devastating Claws pierced the sky. Cold light flashed in his eyes as he questioned harshly.
"Anyone who dares insult the Grand Marshal… will beco withered bones in the Netherworld, unchanging for ten thousand years!"
Cold energy spread. Hanfeng Linlin raised his right hand, and streams of frost gradually gathered behind him, as if they would shoot out in the next instant and unleash a storm of attacks.
"Whoosh—!"
On the other side, Aokiji and the others did not dare be careless. They gathered all their power, ready to attack at the fastest speed if the three Nether Race generals made the slightest move.
The air exploded. The void roared.
A crisp thunderous sound rang out, and the depths of the sky suddenly shattered. Endless abyssal black power poured in from the broken void.
Defying the Heavens' aura surged wildly. Savage lightning twisted through the area thousands of ters around him.
The largest bolts were more than ten ters in diater, like roaring lightning dragons baring their claws.
The entire region beca a living hell.
Slowly raising his head, erald-green light shot from his eyes, tearing the void before him apart.
Holding Eternal Night, Defying the Heavens swept his erald eyes across everyone and chuckled.
"Four thousand years…"
"It has been a long ti since anyone dared make decisions for this marshal."
"Wushuang, Hanfeng… stand down."
"After four thousand years, this marshal would also like to move properly again."
As Defying the Heavens' voice fell, brilliant dark green light blood from Eternal Night and began to corrode the surrounding space.
Within the darkness, flecks of erald gradually appeared.
His thunderous gaze fell upon Commander CP0-7, and an enormous pressure descended instantly, nearly causing him to fall from the void.
At the center of the storm of lightning and thunder—
Defying the Heavens spread both hands. Eternal Night floated before him as lightning exploded and erald light shone brilliantly.
Behind him, that massive phantom gradually solidified.
"This marshal's current strength is not at its peak…"
"Is that the confidence behind your arrogant words?"
"But… do you think this is this marshal's true strength right now?"
"Breaking the Limit, the strongest secret art of the Nether Race, is not just empty words!"
"Breaking the Limit is not only effective on Nether Race generals. On the contrary, the stronger one is, the greater the increase after Breaking the Limit!"
"And this marshal's Breaking the Limit…"
"Is the peak of the Nether Race!"
"The invincible peak!"
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