The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

"Rayleigh, we couldn't defend against it."

Chapter 129 This Era Belongs to the Roger Pirates

Roger had barely finished speaking when Rayleigh, who was not far away, suddenly clutched his chest, swayed, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Finally, he knelt on one knee, his longsword deeply embedded in the reef, barely supporting his body.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, blooming in a glaring red on the pale rocks.

"Cough... What a terrifying Devil Fruit ability..." Rayleigh looked up, his golden hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, but a bitter smile played on his lips.

"This destructive power is like it's tearing me apart." Rayleigh's voice, though weak, still reached everyone's ears clearly.

This battle.....

Rayleigh, the 'Pluto', is kneeling first.

A deathly silence fell over the Oro Jackson.

Bucky's eyes widened, his red nose trembling slightly with shock: "Mr. Ray, Mr. Rayleigh, actually..."

His voice stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat.

On the other side, Shanks stared intently at the distant battlefield, his fists clenched until they turned white, the terrifying image of Gern's final blow echoing in his mind.

Space collapsed, and white light devoured everything.

That was a power he had never seen before, even beyond his understanding of what a "strong person" was.

"Did Captain Roger see it all along?" Shanks murmured, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

“But how could that be... that’s Mr. Rayleigh…”

Jabba's pipe had already fallen onto the deck on the other side, but he was completely unaware of it.

Their gazes were also fixed on Rayleigh, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing: "Hey, are you kidding me... Rayleigh actually lost half a move to a Navy rookie?"

“No, not a newcomer.” Crocus adjusted his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses deep and thoughtful.

"That navy guy named Gern isn't having an easy time either."

Although he was new to the job, as a doctor, he was able to see things that others couldn't.

For example, the sword wound on Gern was also very serious. It can only be said that Gern only managed to win by half a move because of his Devil Fruit ability...

Roger stood at the bow of the ship, his expression unusually serious, his gaze fixed intently on Gern.

A moment later, he suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha! What a funny little rascal!"

"I told you, if Rayleigh got bogged down, it'd be troublesome! I wasn't lying, was I?"

His laughter broke the heavy atmosphere, but it also made everyone realize more clearly that...

The outcome of this battle is now beyond dispute.

……

On the warship, Tesoro's gold pocket watch fell onto the deck with a "clatter." He turned to the sergeant beside him and asked, "Did we... win?"

The sergeant didn't answer, but silently continued to raise his camera to photograph everything that was about to happen, his eyes filled with awe.

.....

On the reef, Gern's chest heaved violently as he exhaled a breath of foul air tinged with blood, his right hand still gripping the black sword, Eight Desolations.

The dark purple lightning crackling on the blade resembled a dying thunder serpent, refusing to dissipate.

He stared at Rayleigh, who was kneeling on one knee, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

They originally thought that the attack would be enough to completely incapacitate Rayleigh, but he withstood it and was even able to speak.

"He can remain conscious even after consuming a full dose of 'Skyquake: Sky Collapse'..." Gern's voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

"The strong in the world of One Piece have somewhat abnormal defenses."

Thinking of this, the tip of Gern's Black Blade Eight Desolations lightly touched the ground, leaving a thin mark on the reef.

Then, with a sudden lift of his head, he looked down at her and asked, "Want to continue?"

He remained as steady as a rock, and although blood was dripping from the wound on his forehead, his domineering aura was more intense than ever before.

Rayleigh looked up, his golden hair stained with blood and stuck to his forehead.

His gaze slowly moved upwards along the gleaming blade, finally meeting Gern's eyes.

After a brief silence, he suddenly laughed.

"What?" Rayleigh's voice was hoarse but teasing. "Judging from your posture, are you planning to give your opponent a hand?"

"Are modern navies all about chivalry now?"

“Heh.” Gern’s pupils contracted slightly, then he chuckled, “If you admit defeat, I don’t mind playing the gentleman.”

"Admit defeat? Ha..." The bloodstains at the corner of Rayleigh's mouth were particularly glaring in the sunlight, but his eyes became sharper than a blade at this moment.

He slowly straightened up, each step causing the rocks beneath his feet to groan under the weight of his weight.

“Gern, the first time I saw you was in a newspaper reporting on your slaying of the Golden Lion.”

Rayleigh's voice grew louder and louder; he knew all too well what it meant for the vice-captain of the Roger Pirates to admit defeat.

"In just a few short years, I must admit, I'm truly amazed by how quickly you've grown..."

Roger, watching from a distance, unconsciously smiled as his fingers gently traced the hilt of Ace's sword.

"But!" Rayleigh suddenly roared, taking a step forward and assuming a sword-drawing stance.

In an instant, the air around him began to distort, and dark red, domineering lightning coiled around his body like an awakened dragon.

The rocks beneath their feet instantly turned to dust, and the sea surface was forced into a depression with a diameter of 100 meters by this terrifying force!

"Don't be in such a hurry, your time hasn't come yet!!"

So please, just wait quietly!

"Because this is the pinnacle of this era..." Rayleigh drew his sword perfectly, the domineering aura emanating from its blade causing the very space to tremble.

"It's not your place to rule!"

On the Oro Jackson, Shanks clung tightly to the gunwale, his fingernails digging deep into the planks.

He watched Rayleigh's figure grow taller and taller with his imposing presence, and thought to himself, "What will my era be like?"

"Remember this, Navy!" Rayleigh's roar shattered the heavens, "This era..."

"It belongs to the Roger Pirates!!!"

The moment the last syllable exploded, the sky and earth changed color, the sea breeze froze, and the waves stopped!

But suddenly, before Rayleigh could finish speaking and just as his sword strike began, a familiar voice boomed from behind him:

"Sorry, Rayleigh! I am, after all, the captain!"

Roger's figure shot out of the Oro Jackson like a cannonball, his black hair whipping in the wind as his laughter echoed between the sea and the sky.

"There are some things that the captain has to do himself!"

"Wait, Roger!!"

Almost at the same instant, Gern's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw Roger's figure rapidly grow larger in his field of vision, and the legendary sword "Ace" was already drawn.

The Conqueror's Haki swirling around the blade caused the surrounding space to distort.

Roger's slash arrived first despite being delayed; his seemingly casual starting gesture was actually stronger and more imposing than Rayleigh's long-prepared sword strike!

At this moment, they are not even in the same league!

Chapter 130 God's Fall, God's Evasion

“Gern, right? My name is Roger.” The sea breeze stopped abruptly, and the air seemed to freeze.

Roger's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a heavy hammer striking the entire battlefield.

His figure, though seemingly just casually rushing there, was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on people and making it hard to breathe.

“So…” Roger’s lips curled into a wild smile, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"Please live!!"

“Roger…” Gern’s pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, and his blood seemed to boil at that moment.

Facing the pinnacle of this era, the corners of his mouth still uncontrollably turned up, revealing an almost manic arc.

"Then come on!!!"

If there's no way to avoid it, then face it head-on!

"Clang!!" Facing this man who had once defeated his previous master.

The Black Blade Eight Desolations suddenly trembled, and the blade emitted an unprecedented low hum!

The jet-black blade patterns surged like living things, and purplish-black lightning crackled wildly around them.

The space at the edge of the blade began to distort and collapse, forming a black hole vortex that swallowed light!

"Buzz!" At this moment, the frequency of the sword's cry was far greater than before, even more violent than when it slew the Golden Lion!

It's excited!

It's roaring!

It yearns for a fight with Roger!

Gern's figure suddenly shot up, and the Black Blade Eight Desolations dragged out a purple-black torrent that pierced through the heavens and earth!

Wherever the blade passed, space shattered like fragile glass, and pale shockwaves tore countless cracks in the void!

The coastline collapsed under the residual pressure, and the giant waves, hundreds of meters high, were just about to surge up when they were forcefully shaken into a sky full of water mist by the raging sword energy!

Fast! Faster than the limits of vision!

All that remained in everyone's eyes was a crimson blur and a dark purple afterimage, colliding wildly on the battlefield at a speed that seemed to tear through time and space!

Each acceleration unleashed devastating shockwaves!

"This battle should end, Navy." Roger's icy voice suddenly boomed in Gern's ears!

"Clang!" The moment Ace swept out, his red Conqueror's Haki erupted like a volcano, and the air in the entire sea groaned under the force of this strike!

"Is that so?" Gern grinned maliciously, his arm muscles bulging and the blade patterns on the Black Blade Eight Desolations were completely boiling!

"Whether it's now or in the future!"

The blade slashed down fiercely, and the purplish-black lightning and scarlet aura tore wildly through the void!

"I... I really wanted to arrest you myself and achieve my goal!! Roger!!!"

"God—avoid!!"

"God—fallen!!"

The moment the twin swords clashed—the world lost its color!

First came the blinding white, then the all-consuming darkness.

At the point where the two imperial qualities collided, a pitch-black sphere with a diameter of one kilometer appeared out of thin air!

Seawater, air, light—all matter is crushed into its most primitive particles!

Countless spatial cracks burst forth from the edge of the sphere, like a shattered mirror reflecting countless distorted battlefields!

"Click! Click! Click!" Reality is wailing!

"Boom!!!" The moment the two supreme auras and powers collided, the world suddenly lost its color.

The purplish-black divine meteorite and the red divine shield intertwined to form a vortex of destruction, and space shattered layer by layer like fragile glass.

The shockwave swept across the sea in a radial pattern, cracking the deck of the USS Oro Jackson and twisting and deforming the steel of the warship.

"Hold on tight! The captain's gone mad!" Jabba roared, plunging his axe deep into the deck while his other hand gripped the unconscious Bucky tightly.

As for Crocus, he also fainted and was thrown away by the blast wave. Just as he was about to fall into the sea, Sambell's harpoon hooked his belt.