One Piece: Kaido's adopted son, starts with the Eight Gates Formation.

He tried to swing his claws, but found that his limbs were so heavy that even lifting them had become a luxury.

His once indomitable will, which was enough to make him proud of the world, felt for the first time the ultimate despair called "powerlessness" in the face of "time," the most ruthless, fair, and tyrannical law.

He, Kaido, can be killed by a strong person.

He could be pulverized by the vibrations of the white beard.

He could be completely extracted from BIGMOM's soul.

He could even be erased from existence with a single finger from that little devil.

He could accept any kind of death, a glorious and spectacular one, filled with battle and honor!

But he couldn't accept it!

I can't accept that I would end up like a roadside rock, slowly rotting and weathering away under the erosion of time, like a piece of stubborn rock, in such a slow, humiliating, and undignified way, until finally turning into a handful of dust that no one cares about!

"No……!!!"

An extreme anger and resentment, originating from the deepest part of his soul, became the final fuel, forcibly squeezing out the dying flame of his life!

A glimmer of madness rekindled in Kaido's beastly eyes, which had turned gray and dull!

His enormous dragon body twisted violently in mid-air, transforming back into his human-beast form!

"Eight Gates Formation - Gate of Death, open!"

"Kaiou Fist...twenty times!"

He roared and unleashed all the forbidden techniques Lynn had taught him that could squeeze out life force, without reservation!

His withered and shrunken body, under the forceful activation of these forbidden techniques, strangely began to swell up again! Although, it came at the cost of his skin cracking inch by inch and blood gushing out like a fountain!

He raised the spiked club, which was also rusty and looked as if it might break at any moment, high above his head!

"Die...!!!"

He used up his last and all his life force, pouring all his anger, all his resentment, and all his pride into this one strike!

Then, facing the skeleton who, from beginning to end, simply sat quietly on the throne, coldly observing...

That rusty, spiked club, which looked as if it would crumble into iron filings at any moment, carried Kaido's last and most brilliant will, and smashed down on the skeletal emperor sitting on the throne.

This was a strike that risked all the dignity and resentment of the "world's strongest creature".

It is the purest destruction, condensed from burning life, soul, domineering aura, and all the forbidden techniques learned from that little devil!

The violent power even caused the stagnant space around Barragán, which was eroded by "aging," to groan in despair, and a straight path leading to the throne was forcibly torn open.

However, on the throne, Barragan's eyes, burning with crimson soulfire, still held that unchanging, indifferent gaze, as if looking down upon ants.

"A futile struggle."

He even skipped the action of raising his finger.

Because it's not necessary.

Under Kaido's bloodshot, almost bursting pupils, the spiked club that embodied everything he had underwent the longest and final journey of its life, less than a meter from Barragan's face.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

The destructive energy at the tip of the spiked club, enough to shatter an island, melted and dissipated rapidly, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, turning into the most insignificant energy particles.

Next up is the main body of the spiked club.

The weapon, forged from the finest metals mixed with sea stone and hammered countless times, suddenly had its surface rust thicken a million times over in an instant. Then, like a sand sculpture being weathered, it silently peeled away layer by layer, disintegrating...

Finally, just as it was about to touch the Barragan Crown, it completely turned into a handful of fine, grayish-black dust, which quietly slipped from Kaido's dried and cracked fingers, which could no longer hold anything.

The final, and strongest, attack... just like that... vanished.