Chapter 447: The Death of Kaido

Roar!

The attention of all survivors was drawn to this dragon’s roar, and they couldn’t help but look up toward Camelot.

“That’s…”

“What?”

Kid’s throat went dry; even hundreds of miles away, he could see the blue sphere hanging in the sky like a second sun!

No, the sphere was not blue—it was crimson red.

It appeared blue only because the land of Britannias, and even the distant sea, gradually shimmered with a faint blue aura, Lvlvhuiju toward the sphere above Camelot!

Stunning and magnificent!

“A sun?!”

Luffy, having just awakened, gazed drowsily into the distance, stunned by the sphere, momentarily speechless.

His Yuanben dull pupils suddenly widened:

“So beautiful!”

“No!”

Kid spoke sharply, rejecting Luffy’s judgment, for the distant sphere had changed again.

A pair of wings enveloping its body unfolded, its coiled tail slowly swayed, and its fearsome dragon head raised to the sky in a long roar, as if proclaiming the birth of a god.

This posture was already far too familiar to those present.

Just minutes ago, that figure had stood on the Round Table Arena, crushing them one by one—its overwhelming power had become everyone’s nightmare!

Yet he should have died under the assault of the Heavenly King!

Even more absurdly, although High Wen’s crimson dragon form had already reached an absurd length of three hundred meters, they were still hundreds of kilometers from Camelot.

At such a distance, combined with atmospheric refraction, human eyes simply could not discern an object three hundred meters long.

Yet now High Wen’s body stood plainly visible to everyone’s eyes.

This could only mean one thing: the crimson dragon’s size had grown even larger!

Larger than imaginable!

“Impossible!”

“Absolutely impossible!”

Kid could not believe what he saw.

If High Wen’s overwhelming power had made him fear, chilled his blood, and stripped him of any will to resist,

then this sight nearly shattered his entire worldview built over twenty years.

“Even a weapon capable of destroying the world couldn’t kill this monster?!”

“There must be limits to human strength!”

“If the throne upon the sea belongs to such a being, then what is the point of sailing?!”

“After enduring countless hardships to reach the end, only to face certain defeat?!”

“This is ridiculous!”

Kid, losing his reason, shouted questions at the world—but no answer would come.

For everyone’s attention was fixed on the crimson dragon hanging high in the sky, its majesty, its divinity, its supremacy over all things…

“Not human!”

Reidefield murmured softly, his eyes filled with unprecedented awe and fervor.

Reidefield had absolute confidence in his Observation Haki.

Across the entire sea, even stretching back hundreds of years, he stood alone at the pinnacle.

Thus, Reidefield could perceive far more than others.

Though unaware of the exact cause, he sensed that High Wen was undergoing a transformation—a fundamental divergence from humanity itself.

High Wen’s aura was rising at an absurd rate!

In mere moments, it had already surpassed Reidefield’s comprehension!

“High Wen is evolving—toward another dimension, a being worthy of being called a god!”

“Does a god truly exist in this world?!”

Barrett clearly understood that Reidefield’s “god” did not refer to the Celestial Dragons’ arrogant self-proclaimed titles.

It meant a true, literal god towering above humanity.

“I don’t know if gods exist, but…”

Barrett turned his gaze away, looked toward Camelot in the distance, and spoke slowly:

“The captain divided all strong ones of the sea into six tiers.”

“From the lowly Iron and Bronze, to the Silver-tier warriors with bounties over a hundred million, to the Gold-tier, benchmarked by the Seven Warlords and Marine Headquarters’ elite Vice Admirals, and finally the Legendary tier, represented by the Four Emperors and Admirals.”

“These five tiers differ in strength, but all remain within the realm of humanity.”

Reidefield did a quick calculation and realized he himself belonged to the Legendary tier; gazing at the crimson dragon hanging in the sky, he asked:

“Where does High Wen stand?!”

“Originally, the captain was strong, but still within the Legendary tier. But now…”

Barrett stared at High Wen, shining like a second sun hundreds of kilometers away, his eyes blazing with fervor:

“I don’t know anymore.”

“The goals of this Martial Arts Tournament are two.”

“The first is what the captain did after defeating everyone in the finals of the World Martial Arts Tournament—conquering all competitors through absolute martial power.”

Barrett turned to Reidefield.

Having heard his earlier words, Barrett now regarded Reidefield as half his own; that was why he was willing to reveal these secrets.

Demonstrating Britannias’ strength was always part of the tournament’s plan!

Reidefield nodded and pressed:

“And the second?!”

Barrett continued:

“The captain intends to use this tournament to forge an opponent worthy of himself—a final battle to step into the sixth tier: the Mythic realm!”

“Mythic…”

Reidefield savored the word, then turned again to gaze at the crimson dragon filling the sky—his eyes filled with complexity.

If gods truly existed, this was surely High Wen’s current form!

In this moment, Reidefield felt both awe and defeat.

Awe at High Wen’s unprecedented, likely unmatched, talent—and his audacity to stake everything.

Defeat because even their eight-man alliance had been crushed by High Wen, forcing him to rely on the Weishe of an ancient weapon to cross that threshold.

High Wen will undoubtedly be the pioneer of the next era!

If Reidefield had once merely suspected this possibility, now it was no longer possible—it was inevitable.

The World Government might still hold hidden cards, undiscovered Qiangzhe , even monsters who have lived eight hundred years—but none could stand against High Wen!

Even alone, High Wen could conquer the entire world!

“This is the man the sea has chosen!”

“The sea’s choice?”

A cold voice spoke.

Reidefield turned and saw Kuro and his group arriving after breaking free.

Akin, Bevill, Tenghu, and Sanji—who had just regained consciousness—were all there.

Before the finals of the World Martial Arts Tournament even began, Kuro had anticipated the World Government might strike in the chaos.

At that time, he had instructed Bevill to prepare a backup plan—to use a teleportation portal to move everyone still inside the city when the Heavenly King attacked.

Kuro glanced at Reidefield and said coolly:

“It’s not the era that chose High Wen—it’s High Wen who is destined to conquer the sea!”

“True enough.”

Reidefield nodded, fully agreeing with Kuro’s words.

His gaze fell on the group of Round Table Knights behind Kuro.

Though not every member was Legendary-tier as he’d initially guessed, they were nearly so.