Chapter 152: The Showdown at God Valley

Right after that, Golden Lion Shiki, Newgate, and Linlin unleashed their own Conqueror’s Haki. Their overwhelming force swept across the battlefield like a raging hurricane.

Kong and Sengoku followed suit, releasing their Conqueror’s Haki. Multiple torrents of power collided and formed seven large and small semi-spherical shockwaves.

The crash of these seven Conqueror’s Haki shook the entire battlefield. Momentum on both sides soared to its peak.

“This is terrifying!” Borsalino, leader of the Junior Marine Corps, exclaimed.

He stood at the very front of the Azure Dragon, right at the ship’s prow.

“So this is what true top-tier power feels like?” Davis was witnessing so many bursts of Conqueror’s Haki at once for the very first time.

It was honestly awe-inspiring.

“It’s my first time seeing anything like this too.”

Next to Daifuku, a man in ancient armor stood silently.

“Your name’s Yu Jin, right?”

“This is the kind of battle only the strongest in this world get to fight. You won’t see this many more times in your life.”

Yu Jin’s eyes gleamed, brimming with excitement.

Having lived a second life, he also wanted to experience the aura of the truly mighty. “General Yu Jin, ready to fight and die for the Rocks Family!”

As time passed, the clashing Haki continued to battle against each other, twisting the landscape in the first half of God Valley. The Navy’s carefully constructed defensive lines were wiped right off the map.

With seven waves of Conqueror’s Haki unleashed, even some Vice Admirals collapsed on the spot, let alone the lower-ranked marines.

“Cleansing the small fry really makes the arena look much better.”

Rocks’ eyes widened, a touch of menacing red flashing in his gaze.

He suddenly poured even more power into his Haki, shattering the ring formed by all the others’ Conqueror’s Haki.

The others silently withdrew their own Haki. That ear-splitting clash left everyone present feeling the weight of top-tier intimidation.

“So—the battle begins!” Rocks shouted, his voice booming across the battlefield.

That marked the start of this ultimate showdown at God Valley—a conflict that would decide the fate of the world.

At the edge of the valley plain, both sides launched their charges.

An earth-shaking battle was about to erupt—one of the most legendary fights in the history of the One Piece World. Weapons were raised high and war cries shook the air.

The pirates charged first, dressed in wild colors, brandishing all types of weapons. Grins twisted their faces and bloodlust filled their eyes as they roared for Captain Rocks and stormed the Navy’s defenses.

The Navy started advancing as a single steel torrent, dressed in white, blades gleaming coldly. Their formation was flawless—their march steady like a moving fortress—as they slowly pressed toward the pirates.

Everyone’s pace quickened as they closed the distance. The scent of gunpowder hung thick in the air. Tension gripped both sides. Hearts pounded, blood surged, and breaths turned ragged.

“Clang, clang, clang…”

“Bang, bang, bang…”

In the blink of an eye, pirate and marine clashed. Blades flashed, bodies pressed together, and a furious melee broke out.

Blood splattered instantly, turning the ground red. Agonized screams rang out all around.

From this moment on, every second saw another marine or pirate collapse—life spent and lost in the fury.

“Kehahahaha!”

“I’m up first!”

“Wave Slash!”

Golden Lion flew forward wielding both his swords, sending massive sword auras howling toward the marines. First to leap into the fray, he charged at the frontline.

“Whoosh!”

“Boom!”

From across the sky, a flash of sword energy blocked each of his slashes.

“Don’t think you pirates can run wild here.”

Four figures descended from above—they were Air Force Marshal Skor and the three admirals Koses, Kasa, and Udyr, direct from the Red Line to support the battle.

“Looks like we weren’t too late,” one remarked.

“Cut the chatter—come on!”

Golden Lion wasn’t in the mood for small talk. Grabbing Deadwood and Sakura Ten, he hurled himself at Skor.

He moved like lightning, closing the gap in a heartbeat and appearing right in front of Skor.

“Clang!”

Skor was a master swordsman himself. Their swords clashed again and again, each strike throwing out sparks.

Both wielded incredible skill. Each exchange drew a fresh cascade of sparks.

“Our turn now.”

Karl looked over at Linlin, Newgate, and the others, then charged straight for Sengoku.

“Mamamama!”

“Guess I’ve got no choice.”

Linlin hefted the Emperor’s Blade and rushed Zephyr.

Everyone except Hill, Kong, and Rocks chose an opponent. Garp faced Newgate. Sengoku squared off with Karl. Zephyr battled Linlin. Skor fought Golden Lion. Koses met Ledfield. Kasa faced Silver Axe. Udyr clashed with Wang Zhi.

Seven different battle zones took shape—each fought by naval officers on par with admirals. Both pirates and marines backed away, clearing enough space so none would get caught up in their terrifying clashes.

“Remember what I told you,” Davis warned, clearly uneasy even as he prepared to fight. He left those words behind before charging ahead.

He met Tradis—Sengoku’s right-hand man—head-on.

Notty, Fields, and the others dove into battle too, going up against Garp and Zephyr’s lieutenants, Dill and Burgett.

Meanwhile, Borsalino led the Junior Marine Corps right into chaos—a wild melee against dozens of Navy Vice Admirals broke out.

“Buddha Shockwave!” Sengoku shouted, seeing Karl charging his way. He immediately transformed into his Buddha form.

“Petty tricks. You dare show off here?”

“Thunderstorm Crescent Slash!”

A ten-meter halberd appeared in Karl’s hand. He swung it through the air, drawing an elegant arc that swept straight for Sengoku.

Sengoku didn’t back down. He raised a massive palm and met Karl’s halberd head-on, the collision triggering a deafening shockwave that ripped through the air.

Karl felt a fierce vibration run down the halberd, his palm tingling. He grinned, excitement shining in his eyes as he stared at Sengoku.

“Sengoku, you’ve leveled up a lot over the years.”

Sengoku glanced at the cracks in his palm, eyeing Karl seriously. “You’re not far behind.”

“Cyclone Slash!”

Karl spun his halberd overhead, forming a circular slash that came crashing down on Sengoku.

Sengoku gave no reply. He simply swung a massive golden fist, hammering straight for Karl’s halberd.

“Buzz!”

The collision sent out a blast so loud it tore through the battlefield.

Their fight only grew fiercer. Each blow shook the landscape—wherever admirals clashed, the world seemed to tremble.

At the same time, Davis and Tradis were waging an equally intense battle. Each unleashed their signature moves—Eight-Level Fist and Golden Light Spell—both fighting to win.

Notty, Fields, and the rest gave their all against the navy lieutenants, while Borsalino and his squad fought a free-for-all against dozens of navy commanders. Some dueled one-on-one, some teamed up two against one.

Everyone threw everything they’d learned in these three years into the fray, desperate to carve a bloody path through the Navy Vice Admiral ranks. The fighting was nothing short of brutal.