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And with the eruption of his top-tier Conqueror's Haki, Ayr sent a tremor through the entire Valley of the Gods—like thunder rolling across the heavens.
In an instant, the battlefield paused.
Rocks D. Xebec, Edward Newgate, Shiki the Golden Lion, Charlotte Linlin, Kaido, Captain John, Silver Axe, Ochoku, Monkey D. Garp, Zephyr, Sengoku, Tsuru, Kong, Deros, Zhenwu, and even the mysterious figure Black Bat—all of them turned toward Ayr's position with solemn eyes.
Even from afar, while battling a Vice Admiral, the Golden Lion felt the pressure press down on him.
A cold sweat beaded his forehead as the force weighed on his soul.
"This… this is Conqueror's Haki?" he muttered under his breath.
The Golden Lion himself possessed Conqueror's Haki, awakened and refined. He was no stranger to this overwhelming force—but the Haki Ayr released far surpassed anything he'd ever felt.
It wasn't just willpower. It was divinity.
"Is it Ayr? Is this Haki coming from him?!" Captain John asked in disbelief, voice slightly trembling.
"Mamamama… What an outrageous display. That monster really has Conqueror's Haki of this caliber?" Charlotte Linlin's laughter was laced with astonishment as her gaze locked on Ayr.
"Gurararara! Ayr! You actually cultivated such terrifying Conqueror's Haki?!" Whitebeard let out a booming laugh, his eyes wide with excitement and awe.
"You've never failed to surprise me, Ayr!" Rocks D. Xebec declared proudly.
Not long ago, Rocks had clashed with Ayr himself—a brief yet explosive confrontation that ended with Ayr showcasing an advanced Conqueror's coating, already powerful enough to shake even Rocks.
But now? This Haki had evolved into something terrifying.
Rocks, a man who stood atop the sea for decades, had only recently awakened top-tier Conqueror's Haki—the level where one's aura and spirit merged into tangible force. A level where each strike could split the sky, clash with the likes of Roger, or knock armies unconscious with a mere glance.
That level—Ayr had reached it.
And what unsettled Rocks the most… was the speed.
Ayr had only joined the Rocks Pirates recently, yet his Conqueror's Haki now stood on equal footing with Rocks himself.
Since he first took to the seas, Rocks believed the world was his to rule.
His strength, his ambition, his will—unmatched.
Until Ayr.
Only when Ayr entered the stage did he realize: there existed monsters even more terrifying than himself.
The Rocks Pirates were stunned. Yet on the Marines' side, there was no awe—only dread.
"This is insanity! This brat has awakened top-tier Conqueror's Haki?!" Marshal Brownie, the current supreme commander of Marine Headquarters, roared. Even as a rare Conqueror's Haki wielder himself—one in millions—he hadn't yet achieved mastery at the top-tier level.
And yet, Ayr, still in his youth… had.
"This monster must be killed here and now in the Valley of the Gods!" Kong, the future Fleet Admiral, clenched his fists. His killing intent radiated like a storm as his eyes locked onto Ayr.
Anyone else in the Rocks Pirates could be spared.
But Rocks and Ayr?
They could not be allowed to leave.
Even if it meant sacrificing everything.
"All these years of brutal training... and still we fall behind Ayr," Sengoku said with clenched teeth, his tone heavy with frustration.
To fight the Rocks Pirates and avoid being eclipsed by Ayr, Sengoku, Garp, Zephyr, and Tsuru had trained relentlessly.
He had convinced himself he was catching up.
But with this eruption of Haki, he now saw the truth—Ayr remained in a league of his own.
"Damn it… Zephyr alone won't be enough to bring him down." Garp gritted his teeth, fending off his own enemy as his eyes flicked toward Ayr's battlefield.
A decision formed in his heart.
As soon as possible, he'd end his current fight and assist Zephyr.
If it took a two-on-one?
So be it.
Honor meant nothing compared to eliminating a threat like Ayr.
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At the epicenter of the storm—
Zephyr stood facing Ayr, whose aura loomed like that of a war god.
The immense pressure of Ayr's Conqueror's Haki from such a close range made Zephyr's knees tremble. Beads of cold sweat clung to his skin.
"So back to what I asked… how long do you think you can hold me, Zephyr?"
Ayr strode forward, blade in hand, its edge glowing with a layer of dark lightning—Conqueror's Haki woven into each molecule.
Clang!
The instant their weapons collided again, Zephyr was forced a step back.
He gritted his teeth.
Zephyr, for all his strength, was a two-Haki expert. His Armament was among the best in the world, and his Observation was precise and tactical.
But he lacked the third—Conqueror's Haki.
And now, facing Ayr—who not only possessed it but had reached its apex—Zephyr was undeniably outmatched.
Still, he roared defiantly. "It's not that easy to beat me, Ayr!!!"
His will was steel. His body, trained to be a weapon.
Ayr's attacks were monstrous, but Zephyr was a physical titan, second only to Garp in raw might.
So he persisted.
Even as Ayr's onslaught pushed him back step by step—
Even as every clash sent shockwaves through the valley—
Even as blood dripped from his hands, coated in Armament Haki yet still torn by Ayr's blows—
He held his ground.
Because he knew—
If Ayr beat him… the monster would move on to his next target.
And it would be someone else's death.
Better he die here—than allow anyone else to suffer.
The two clashed again and again, the sound of steel and Haki ripping across the battlefield.
Zephyr was battered, bleeding, and bruised—his uniform drenched in red.
Yet he did not fall.
Ayr finally paused.
"You're more tenacious than I expected."
He furrowed his brow slightly, studying the Marine commander before him.
After all, Zephyr wasn't just any soldier—he was one of the four great pillars of Marine might.
And while Ayr's Conqueror's Haki gave him the edge, breaking a man like Zephyr would take time.
Still—
Time was on his side.
"But that's the end of it."
Ayr's tone dropped.
He raised Demon Slayer, his legendary blade, and poured an ocean of Haki into it.
Wuuuunnnggggg—
The sword vibrated as it absorbed Ayr's aura.
Its steel grew darker than obsidian, pulsing with veins of black and purple lightning. Wisps of ghostly shadow flickered around Ayr's arms, the spiritual remnants of every soul the blade had consumed.
His presence grew—beyond human, beyond pirate.
Even Zephyr felt his legs threaten to give.
This wasn't just Haki.
It was Ayr stepping into the realm of myth.
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