The continuous defeat of the Revolutionary Army was now a foregone conclusion.
In the distance, the battle between Elior and Dragon had reached its climax, a clash so fierce that the air itself trembled.
Dragon's injuries were growing worse by the second. Seeing his army fall apart, men dying one after another in a sea of chaos, Dragon's face twisted with fury and sorrow.
"Go to hell!"
Dragon roared as he unleashed a devastating punch that summoned violent winds, thunder, and lightning. The earth split open beneath his attack as a surge of storm energy rushed toward Elior.
Elior only sneered.
"This level of attack won't even scratch me."
His upper clothing had long since been torn apart, revealing the chiseled frame beneath — the body of a monster forged for battle.
He raised both fists, summoning a massive thunderstorm that clashed head-on with Dragon's storm.
Thunderstorm versus storm.
The collision was like two moving mountains smashing into each other.
An earth-shattering explosion split the skies apart.
Everyone watching turned toward Elior, their eyes wide in disbelief.
The clash of storm and lightning was pure destruction — the ground within hundreds of meters had been obliterated, split open as boulders turned to dust under the pressure.
To those witnessing it, the battle between Elior and Dragon felt like a war between gods — and they could do nothing but tremble in despair.
"As expected of our captain… his power is beyond imagination!" said Shiryu, awestruck.
Bullet crossed his arms with a grin. "He's not even using his full strength. If he were, this would've been over ages ago."
Bullet was the only one in the crew who had fought him directly — and he knew exactly how overwhelming that strength was.
He knew Elior had surpassed Roger himself.
That kind of power made him the strongest in the New World.
"He hasn't even gone all out?" said Crocodile, his tone tinged with disbelief.
"Of course not" Bullet said flatly. "At his level, going all out would be meaningless. Killing someone instantly isn't satisfying — not when there's no challenge left."
The wind and thunder continued to rage, overwhelming everything in their path.
The sheer magnitude of their power brought not just despair — but awe.
In the distance, Belo Betty, bound by seastone cuffs, could only stare helplessly at the battle.
The man who had crushed her spirit and body countless times before now stood like a god amid lightning and thunder.
His face was impossibly handsome — and utterly demonic.
Betty's heart was hollow. All that remained was despair.
"Is this truly the end of the Revolutionary Army?"
The storm and thunder finally clashed one last time — and Elior's thunderstorm won.
Dragon's winds shattered, and his body was flung across the battlefield like a kite with a broken string. Blood spurted from his mouth as he crashed hard into the earth, his face pale.
"Still… can't beat him?"
Lying in the dirt, Dragon's heart sank.
Elior was too strong.
If even he couldn't stop this man… then who could avenge the Revolutionary Army?
Despair and grief twisted together in his chest.
Elior descended from the sky, lightning crackling around him.
"Dragon, this is the end."
He appeared above Dragon in an instant and brought his leg down with a thunderous kick.
The ground erupted, leaving behind a massive crater.
Without pause, Elior clenched his fist — channeling every ounce of power in his body into that single strike.
At the same time, he fused it with the techniques of the Rokushiki and infused it with roaring lightning.
Then he dove down from the sky, his punch crashing directly into Dragon's chest as the man struggled to rise.
BOOM!
The impact shook the entire battlefield.
The air around his fist split apart as cracks of lightning carved through space itself.
The shockwave tore the ground apart for over a hundred meters in every direction. Rocks exploded into dust.
The earth trembled for seconds afterward.
The sheer force of that strike made every remaining revolutionary freeze. Even those untouched by the attack felt their hearts sink into despair.
"If that punch landed on me… I'd need a grave ready," Shiryu muttered, shivering.
No one disagreed.
Elior's power was beyond comprehension.
Barrett grinned. "Even Dragon won't walk away from that one. The captain put real power behind that punch. If Dragon took it head-on, this war's already over."
Crocodile smirked. "Then it's decided. No way he missed."
"Let's wait and see" Bullet said calmly.
Amid the cloud of dust and debris, Elior pulled his fist free from Dragon's chest and flicked off the blood.
That's right — his punch had gone straight through Dragon's body.
Dragon lay on the ground, covered in dust and blood.
Elior's strike had completely shattered his defense, piercing clean through his chest.
"You… and I…"
Blood spilled from Dragon's mouth as his eyes flickered with disbelief, pain, rage, and regret.
He finally understood — he had lost.
And with his death… the Revolutionary Army would be finished.
It was over.
Elior looked down coldly at him.
There was no way Dragon could survive.
"I'll be the one to create a new order for this world," Elior said quietly. "Not you."
"You… impossible…"
Dragon's words trailed off — what he wanted to say was that someone would eventually make Elior pay.
But before he could finish, Elior's punch had already crushed his heart.
Dragon's body went still. His lifeless eyes remained open, staring into nothingness.
The leader of the Revolutionary Army… had fallen.