Conqueror's Haki Coating doesn't actually have a fixed technique.
Every person capable of using it possesses their own unique fighting style.
This results in each individual's Conqueror's Haki Coating bearing a remarkable name...
Of course, the exception is the absolute monster that was peak Whitebeard.
Using Conqueror's Haki Coating like basic attacks—no one could handle that.
As for Michael's "Paradise Lost," it perfectly embodies his essence...
Emphasizing sheer overwhelming force.
At full power, its area of effect would absolutely rival Garp's "Fist Bone" series.
But for now, Michael had no intention of turning Enies Lobby into swiss cheese, so he deliberately condensed the range of Paradise Lost, making the attack more concentrated.
This not only ensured Figarland Garling was fully engulfed by the sea but also...
Sent his ever-present longsword flying after barely two seconds of resistance.
It wasn't that Garling was weak.
It was simply that Michael was now strong enough.
And he had the advantage of striking first with full preparation.
Without this approach, the fight would likely have dragged on for half a day before a victor emerged.
But under the influence of his raging fury, Figarland Garling's rationality had gradually burned to ashes, leading to the brainless decision of taking Paradise Lost head-on.
Michael's four wings flickered slightly as he vanished from his original position, reappearing to catch Garling's sword midair.
"Not particularly fond of this sword's design... but as a Marine, it's my duty to confiscate Figarland Garling's weapon in order to protect the Five Elders."
With those words, he casually hung the sword at his waist.
His gaze swept over the floating wreckage and corpses scattered across the waters between the Gates of Justice and Enies Lobby...
The old man had been ruthless, all right.
Unfortunately, his blade had struck the wrong targets—slaughtering nearly all the CP spies brought by the Five Elders instead.
The surviving CP agents now stared at Figarland Garling, still floating in the water, their eyes no longer filled with flattery, respect, or loyalty...
But with fear and... hatred.
Of course, that look lasted only an instant before fading.
They lacked the courage to openly display hatred toward a Celestial Dragon in front of others...
"Quick! Rescue operations, now!"
"Figarland Garling went berserk! He massacred CP agents and destroyed the Five Elders' flagship!"
"Grand Inspector Michael intervened just in time to resolve the crisis!"
Amid the shouts of the garrison, the incident was swiftly framed.
Everyone conveniently overlooked the fact that Michael's eyes had never lost their amused glint whenever he looked at Figarland Garling.
This carefully orchestrated performance...
Had to continue.
And this Figarland Garling was the final piece of the puzzle.
"If you want to blame anyone, blame your own rotten luck."
"If you weren't a Celestial Dragon, I'd definitely have a good chat with you about how that unlucky hair and unfortunate beard of yours grew into such a wretched mess..."
"But now... you must atone for the crime of being a Celestial Dragon."
"I wonder how the Five Elders will act when facing the Supreme Commander of God's Knights..."
"Will they protect you at all costs, or sacrifice your life for the greater good?"
"Let's wait and see..."
After Michael fished Figarland Garling out of the sea, he looked at the unconscious old Celestial Dragon, then drew his sword and helped grip it in his hand...
Blades flashed as sword shadows danced, leaving several deep wounds on Michael's body.
Though they looked terrifying, they were merely superficial injuries.
With everyone busy rescuing people in the inner sea, no one witnessed Michael's actions.
After glancing around, he put on an expression of barely suppressed pain and carried Figarland Garling away from the scene.
...
"This is the original record of 'Tom's Conversation with the Pirate King,' clearly documenting their dialogue... Most importantly, this testimony was personally verified by Gold Roger when he was imprisoned in Impel Down!"
"And this is the judicial document from Enies Lobby, promising shipwright Tom that his crimes would be pardoned upon completing the Sea Train..."
"Given the clear and complete chain of evidence, this judge declares!"
"From today onward, shipwright Tom of Water Seven..."
"Shall be a free man!"
The three-folded Chief Judge Baskerville, formed by three people stacked together, raised his gavel high and brought it down with force.
The resounding thud echoed across the open-air courtroom.
The people from Water Seven cheered, hugging each other in celebration of Tom's hard-won innocence and freedom.
Meanwhile, Spandam, representing the World Government in prosecution, maintained an eerily calm expression, as unshaken as a general facing imminent disaster.
But his composure stemmed from sheer despair.
Both his overt schemes and covert plans had been thoroughly ruined by Michael.
Though he didn't yet know how Michael would deal with his undercover CP9 agents, it was only a matter of time.
Spandam stiffly turned his neck to glance at the Five Elders overlooking the trial from the highest vantage point.
He knew his career was over after this.
Worse, his very life might be forfeit.
Of course, he remained unaware of the "earth-shattering" battle between Figarland Garling and Michael in Enies Lobby's inner sea.
Most of the elite CP spies he'd brought were dead...
Had he known, he might have felt some relief.
The fewer capable people left, the better his chances of survival.
Just then, the gates of the open-air courtroom burst open.
A large foot slowly retracted as Jack led the way, followed by SWORD Classified Special Forces members escorting Michael inside.
Michael was currently being carried in Crocodile's arms in a princess carry, while Figarland Garling was being held by Enel.
Just as everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events, the members of the SWORD Classified Special Forces were still arguing in hushed tones.
"Why won't you let me carry Vice Admiral Michael! I'm clearly the tallest and strongest one here!"
"Shut up, Jack! Then why don't you carry this old man?"
"Hmph, why should I touch this creepy old man who doesn't even look normal?"
"As if I want to touch him either!"
Enel grumbled before casually tossing the man into the center of the Judgement arena.
Allowing everyone to clearly see Figarland Garling's face.
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