One Piece: We already have the Four Gods, so my Six Paths Sage is reasonable, right?

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Whoosh whoosh~"

Harald gasped sharply, his chest heaving, and cold sweat soaked through his coat in an instant.

His body trembled uncontrollably, from his fingertips to his back, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head and down to his feet.

The scene just now, where his body turned into sand and gradually dispersed into the air, was not a real event.

Rather, it was the future he foresaw using his Observation Haki.

Now, he stands here, the giant sword still held horizontally in front of him, the Tailed Beast Ball yet to be launched.

The wind was still blowing, the snow was still falling, nothing had changed, but his eyes had.

"This guy... how does he possess such power?" Harald's gaze was fixed on the golden nine-tailed fox demon, his pupils surging with an unprecedented shock: "Even Rocks couldn't kill me in one blow..."

Then Ron's voice rang out again, still saying the same light, casual words: "As a giant, it's normal for you to eat a giant version of a Tailed Beast Ball."

This time, Harald made a completely different choice.

He no longer stood still waiting for the energy ball to descend, nor did he try to withstand it with his greatsword.

He whirled around, the ground beneath his feet cracking and shattering as he stomped, his massive body hurtling towards the direction where Lockes was, like a rocky mountain launched into the air.

"Whoosh~" At the same time, Ron's giant version of the Tailed Beast Ball was also launched.

As Lockes was moving away from the blast radius, he suddenly sensed a colossal object approaching him at an extremely fast speed from behind.

He turned around abruptly, his long sword already drawn, dark red aura swirling and leaping on the blade, his gaze warily locked onto the approaching giant figure.

"Harald, what are you doing?!" Lox's voice was accusatory and wary.

"Don't be silly, Rocks! I was just dodging in this direction!" Harald replied.

Before he could finish speaking, the enormous Tailed Beast Ball had already swept past the area where Harald had been standing, flying into the distance before exploding.

"BOOM!!!"

With a deafening roar, the entire underworld trembled violently. The ground undulated as if it had been crumpled by a giant rag, and cracks spread outwards from the center of the explosion.

The frigid climate was completely disrupted at this moment; the wind and snow were torn apart by the scorching air currents, replaced by a dry, hot wind carrying the smell of parched earth.

Snow no longer falls in the skies of the underworld.

Most of the surface layer of the ground has disappeared, leaving only the thick, crisscrossing ancient tree roots, which lie across the jagged cracks, like a giant net supporting the broken ground.

"Go to hell, you cheating, Harald!" Kaido shouted, jumping up and down on the shoulder of the golden nine-tailed fox demon. He swung his spiked club with great force, wishing he could smash it across half the battlefield and into Harald's face.

Silver Axe remained silent. He leaned against the energy barrier inside the golden nine-tailed fox demon, his gaze fixed on Ron's back, lingering there for a long time.

Only one thought remained in his mind: Is this guy really Ron, the one who sparred with Kaido for the first time?

"That doesn't count! Let's start over!" Kaido continued to shout.

However, he was too far away to hear a single word.

Harald, slightly out of breath, steadied himself and shouted towards the golden nine-tailed fox demon, "The first move is over. Now, it's time for the second!"

"Go to hell with you!" Kaido was still yelling, "I don't get to decide! You think you're some kind of idiot, Erdon?!"

Ron ignored Kaido's rant. The golden nine-tailed fox demon's massive head lowered slightly, its golden pupils looking down at Harald. Then, its enormous mouth slowly opened, and a deep, clear voice rang out: "What? The first move is over?"

Harald paused slightly, his grip on the sword tightening unconsciously. "What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything. That was just my first move, the first form. There are still 99 more moves to come."

Harald: "???"

Harald's hand, gripping the greatsword, froze, as if nailed to the spot by those words.

Are you kidding me?

You mean your move has 100 variations?

Are you kidding me?

Kaido stopped shouting and yelling, and just turned his head to look at Ron with an incredulous expression.

Whitebeard felt his worries were completely unnecessary. If those 100 strikes came crashing down, not only Harald, but the entire Elubaf would probably be turned into a hell.

Silver Axe stroked his chin, nodding occasionally, as if to say, "I've learned something! I've learned something."

"What are you talking about? Are you messing with me?" Harald roared.

"What's it to you? I can use as many moves as I want in one move!" Ron retorted.

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Meanwhile, in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.

Pangu City, deepest among the flowers.

Sunlight streamed through the towering arched windows, gently bathing the lush green lawn.

Several blue-purple butterflies fluttered quietly among the flowers, their wings shimmering with tiny rainbows in the light.

The air was filled with the scent of earth, petals, and a warm breeze; everything was as peaceful as a painting forgotten by time.

Im sat on the grass, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing even.

A butterfly landed on his shoulder, as if it too were sleeping in this tranquility.

suddenly.

The butterflies suddenly flapped their wings and flew away, as if disturbed by some unseen force, scattering in panic in the air.

Im suddenly opened his eyes, and dark red arcs of electricity erupted around him.

He had a dream.

The image from his dream still lingered in his mind's eye. It was a blurry man with very white skin, dressed in white, and with long white hair that fluttered in the wind. He held a strangely shaped black weapon in his hand.

The outline of that thing was distorted and blurred in the dream, yet it carried a chilling presence.

Im couldn't see the man's face clearly.

But he doesn't need to see it clearly.

He knew exactly who that person was.

That's Nika.

That legendary embodiment of the "liberator," that name buried by history, washed away by time, and completely erased by himself.

Joy Boy.

He is back.

"Joey Boy..." Im's voice was low, so low it sounded like a sigh not spoken to anyone, "You chose to return in this era? Do you think this era is the best opportunity?"

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