Naruto: I Reign Supreme with Templates Across the Multiverse.

A massive surge of seawater rose and slammed into Akainu with unstoppable force.

"Ice Age!"

Without hesitation, Aokiji unleashed his ultimate move. A surge of intense cold exploded from his body, freezing the incoming sea wave into massive crystalline ice.

From afar, Zenkichi watched the scene unfold with calm eyes.

"Freezing seawater, huh? That's quite the power…"

His tone was neutral, but his gaze lingered on Aokiji's handiwork.

"Indeed," he added, "this kind of ability really is a headache for Devil Fruit users."

"But as long as we have Devil Fruit users who can control the sea itself, even that edge becomes meaningless."

Sengoku stepped forward, voice firm and arrogant.

Zenkichi let out a small laugh and glanced at Sengoku, his tone playful.

"Marshal Sengoku, are you serious right now?"

"You honestly believe my biggest trump card is manipulating seawater? I don't know whether to be amused or insulted."

Sengoku's face hardened.

"If not that, then what is your greatest advantage?"

Zenkichi's smirk grew.

"Were the other powers I've shown so far really that forgettable to you?"

Sengoku remained composed.

"Your physical prowess and your Haki are indeed impressive—but they aren't enough to face the four of us together."

"Even Whitebeard, the man known as the strongest in the world, and Kaido, the so-called strongest creature, couldn't withstand a combined assault. Alone, you stand no chance."

Zenkichi raised a brow, then chuckled.

"If you're so curious, then let me show you."

The moment the words left his mouth, a suffocating wave of spiritual pressure burst from his body. It surged across the battlefield like a collapsing sky, bearing down on everyone with an invisible weight.

Sengoku, Aokiji, Akainu, and Kizaru staggered slightly—struggling to breathe as if mountains had fallen on their shoulders. Their eyes widened in disbelief.

"What… what is this power!?"

Even before the fight began, they felt crushed. Their instincts screamed at them: the man standing before them was not someone they could defeat.

"Heh… strong mental suppression," Sengoku muttered. "Is this your Devil Fruit power? Or maybe… Conqueror's Haki, with a unique application?"

Despite the pressure, Sengoku steadied himself. A powerful wave of Conqueror's Haki erupted from him as he stood tall.

"You have it too, don't you?" Zenkichi asked, eyes gleaming. "But it's still not enough."

"I'm not here to bluff," he added coldly. "That was just the surface of what I can do."

Gritting his teeth, Aokiji suddenly shouted:

"Ice Age!"

Once again, freezing air exploded from his body, covering everything in ice. It spread rapidly toward Zenkichi, and in seconds, he was encased in a massive ice sculpture.

Akainu didn't hesitate. Thick magma surged from his arm, forming a massive molten fist.

"Great Eruption!"

With a roar, Akainu hurled his blazing punch at the frozen figure. The magma exploded upon contact—shattering and vaporizing the ice in a burst of steam and heat.

But as the smoke cleared, Zenkichi stood there—untouched.

A transparent barrier shimmered in front of him, the magma halted mid-strike.

"That attack—was that your best move? Disappointing," Zenkichi said mockingly.

"Is this really the strength of the Navy's top admirals? It's no wonder the seas are in chaos."

Up above, Kizaru leapt into the air.

"Yasakani no Magatama!"

Dozens of glowing golden light bullets rained down toward Zenkichi.

But once again, the shimmering spiritual pressure barrier above him twisted and blocked the attack. Sparks danced across the shield, but none of the light bullets broke through.

"All at once!" Sengoku roared. His body gleamed with golden light as he activated his Devil Fruit.

In a blinding flash, Sengoku transformed into a towering golden Buddha.

Mythical Zoan—Human-Human Fruit, Model: Daibutsu.

With a thunderous boom, he thrust his palm forward. A massive shockwave exploded from his hand and crashed toward Zenkichi.

But the barrier held.

"Impossible!"

Aokiji's eyes widened. His body moved on instinct, punching at the barrier with a Haki-infused fist.

Still nothing.

The shockwave dispersed harmlessly, and Zenkichi remained still, arms crossed.

The others stared in disbelief.

"Three admiral-class attacks… and he didn't flinch," Aokiji murmured.

The sinking feeling in their hearts grew.

Was Zenkichi truly this powerful?

Sengoku forced a chuckle, trying to mask his unease.

"You're quite good at defense, Zenkichi."

He tried to rationalize it, assuming the barrier was Zenkichi's Devil Fruit ability—an advanced defensive skill.

But in truth… they all knew the truth: this wasn't just an ability. This was a crushing, overwhelming power that bent the rules around it.

A power they weren't ready to face.

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