The Great Pirate Era.
The great seas surge and churn, powerhouses destroy and annihilate, each fighting their own battles. It's utterly—
Demotivating!
I, Russil Kuro, age tw...
Under this chilling aura, the elite naval personnel trembled, their eyes rolled back, and they opened their mouths weakly before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
The flying squirrel's pupils constricted, and he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. "This level of Conqueror's Haki! What's going on? We brought the Navy's elite!"
"Oh no, I also..."
The ordinary vice admiral leading the navy swayed and knelt on the ground, his body trembling.
Maynard was the same; he gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but his legs were out of control and he was trembling as he forced himself to stand up.
But at this level... they're simply not capable of participating in combat!
“Like a demon.” Mihawk let the overwhelming Conqueror’s Haki wash over him, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Aside from the seven elite vice admirals and the old Shichibukai, the only ones who could stand were the members of Clow's faction; the rest were either kneeling or completely unconscious.
"Conqueror's Haki!!"
Kro gritted his teeth, enduring the immense, almost suffocating, malevolent aura, and stared at Barrett in horror.
This guy has Conqueror's Haki?!
Is it really that exaggerated?!
"Conqueror's Haki..."
Kuro stared coldly at Bullet, gritting his teeth and cursing, "How come the crew of the former Pirate King always produces such trash!"
Roger is one thing, Rayleigh can do it too, but this guy can do it too, and he's so fierce.
Kuro called up a lot of elite troops to capture him. The lowest rank here is a captain from the Marine Headquarters. In a normal battle, their strength would definitely be enough to wear down Barrett.
But Conqueror's Haki is such a shameless move...
That would affect only the will.