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To confirm his suspicions, the wooden clone kept his gaze fixed on Hancock.

Before long, her attacks slowed—there was no one left brave enough to approach her.

Captains and officers were ordering their subordinates to skirt around her position.

Because Boa Hancock… was terrifying.

Not just in strength—her very presence was lethal. No matter how furious an opponent was, one look at that face and their rage dissolved, replaced by the eager submission of someone willing to be killed by her own hand.

The Love-Love Fruit's other, impossible-to-counter ability.

Unless you were immune to women's charms, endured through sheer pain, or had honed your mind, body, and spirit to the absolute peak, it didn't matter your gender or age—you'd lose your senses before her and become a heart-eyed thrall.

Like Perona's Negative Hollows, but worse.

Perona's ghosts had to hit you to work.

Hancock only needed to flick her hair. Smile. Or look fragile and pitiful. And the effect would be lethal.

Add to that the fact that Amazon Lily was as famed as Wano for its Haki—perhaps even more so for its completeness—and every Empress of the Kuja was a master of all three colors.

Every one of them among the strongest female pirates of their era.

It was why, in the original timeline, Hancock had been granted permission to enter Impel Down to meet one of the Paramount War's triggers.

Her power demanded that respect.

As Hancock eased off, the Den Den Mushi broadcasting her image finally tore its attention away—just in time to swing toward another figure who should not have moved so soon: Dracule Mihawk.

Across the world, swordsmen—whether they could cut steel or wield Haki or not—locked eyes on their screens.

The World's Greatest Swordsman. The peak of his craft.

In a world where, outside Devil Fruit users, few trained their bodies and fewer still took up "niche" weapons, the title of the greatest swordsman on the seas was beyond priceless.

The strongest and most honored of the Seven Warlords.

Crocodile and Moria had lost to Emperors. Doflamingo feared Kaido.

Only Mihawk had crossed blades evenly with Shanks, with Whitebeard himself likening their clashes to legendary duels.

Though Shanks had since lost an arm and become an Emperor, the Marines still judged his swordplay below Mihawk's.

So when Mihawk drew the Supreme Grade Black Blade Yoru and sent a slash taller than the Moby Dick itself toward Whitebeard, the battlefield froze to watch.

The result was both surprising and expected.

Whitebeard didn't move. Instead, a massive figure intercepted—the third division commander, "Diamond" Jozu. His impenetrable defense caught the world's greatest slash head-on and tossed it skyward, where it burst into a teal firework.

Seeing he couldn't force Whitebeard's hand, Mihawk didn't press the attack—he leapt down lightly to fulfill his duties as a Warlord.

On the wall, only the wooden clone, Doflamingo, and Bartholomew Kuma remained.

Then, the ever-lazy Kizaru stepped forward, vanishing in a flare of golden light.

He reappeared high above the Moby Dick, hands poised in his trademark orchid fingers.

"Yasakani no Magatama!"

Golden light rained down in a bulletstorm.

Whitebeard didn't move. Instead, first division commander Marco burst upward in his phoenix form, blazing wings shielding the ship before he dropkicked Kizaru straight into the battlefield.

The war had barely begun, and already two Admirals and two Warlords had joined in.

On the frozen bay, tens of thousands of pirates were arriving. The hundred-thousand-strong melee grew bloodier by the second—bullets and blades clashing in every corner.

Blood splashed every moment; injury and death were constant.

Scattered Den Den Mushi swiveled to capture the most spectacular clashes, projecting them to the world.

Soon, another singular figure claimed the spotlight, like Hancock, Mihawk, and the Admirals before.

A mountain of a man strode across the ice—bigger than the giant soldiers themselves.

Captain of the Oars Pirates, one of Whitebeard's allied crews. Descendant of the demon Oars. Bounty: 550 million berries—Little Oars Jr.

Nearly forty meters tall, he carved a path through Marine ranks like a living siege engine. Giants fell before him. If he reached the plaza, the execution platform would be only steps away.

But first, he had to break the Warlords' first defensive line.

Facing him, Kuma finally moved.

He slowly peeled off his gloves, revealing paw pads on his palms. With his Paw-Paw Fruit, he compressed the very air into a massive, translucent bear paw.

The paw shrank until it fit in his hand—then Kuma pushed it forward, sinking it into Oars' massive frame as if aiming at a target board.

Fwoom—

Blinding white light erupted from Oars' body, unleashing a gale that blasted Marines and pirates alike off their feet.

And in that moment, the wooden clone caught sight of a petite figure darting unseen past Hancock—snatching the key from Salome's mouth.

The clone's suspicion was confirmed.

Hancock's early, aggressive entry wasn't for the Marines—it was for Rayleigh and Shakky.

Only those two benefactors could sway her.

That small figure had to be Shakky. Which meant Rayleigh was involved.

Then… where was Luffy?

While the clone pondered, he clapped his hands, his form igniting with blue energy—drawing Doflamingo's eye.

What was that? Not Haki…

Could it be some new form of energy from the Forest-Forest Fruit—a power no predecessor had unlocked?

After gathering power, the clone spread his hands and loosed a storm of wooden spikes at the fallen, barely breathing Oars Jr.

The spikes riddled his body, and a heartbeat later, the world saw horror:

Schhk! Schhk! Schhk!

Giant wooden stakes erupted from within, branching through him, ending his life in an instant. His corpse stood impaled, transformed into a grotesque porcupine—an end as tragic as it was brutal.

(End of Chapter)

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