The sky had turned into an inky abyss as Marineford lay under the pall of an impending apocalypse.
Amid crackling lightning and fiery sparks, a spiraling vortex slowly closed. Deep within its grip, a monstrous dragon head loomed, its golden eyes frozen in icy stillness—like a god weighing humanity.
Under that relentless gaze, both Marines and pirates stood transfixed in terror, trembling from head to foot.
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"Ghidorah…"
Sengoku tilted his head upward, his expression more grave than ever.
"Ku-ra-ra-ra..."
"He's bringing someone dangerous…" he muttered.
Even Whitebeard, dubbed the "Strongest Man at Sea," felt his pride shaken under that God-like stare—exposed and unguarded.
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Beneath the execution platform, Garp gazed into the sky with unsettling eyes… What he thought was hidden in his heart, no one could guess. A hero with secrets, the man who had tampered with the seals…
"Heh heh heh… terrifying!"
Admiral Kizaru, wounded and breath shallow, confessed quietly, fear still in his voice.
The Impel Down incident had shaken him—his faith in the Navy now shaken.
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"Showboating freak," Admiral Akainu sneered. His clenched fists puffed with dark smoke.
"Ku-ra-ra-ra… Hahaha… soon Moria's zombie army will get a new recruit!"
"You mocking me?"
"A Warlord who falls to a rookie has no right to mock me—ku-ra-ra-ra..."
A flash of rage darkened Moria's face.
"You're blasting for death!"
Mihawk glanced at the vortex, his hand trembling imperceptibly—fear or anticipation, none could say.
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The battlefield froze as that roiling vortex sealed.
"My sons—charge with me! Bring Ace home!"
Whitebeard erupted from his stunned trance. With a single swing of Murakumogiri, he unleashed a roaring shockwave, his command slicing through the air.
"Ku-ra-ra-ra… Ace… hang on!"
"Father's coming!"
With laughter and roaring strength, Whitebeard unleashed wave after wave of concussive force—flattening enemies like a living harvesting machine.
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The shockwaves sent hundreds of Marines flying—some injured, others launched airborne.
"Screaming, pleading… Why?!"
Their cries echoed beneath the tyrant's might.
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Whitebeard smiled grimly and lifted his left fist, punching the air with bone-shattering ferocity.
White crackles of energy ripped across the battlefield—fracturing the air, sending warriors into pain-soaked disorientation.
Mass screams filled Marineford once more—an area left utterly vacant by his brutal barrage.
Akainu glared, his voice low and cold:
"Whitebeard… relic of a by-gone age. I'll send you to hell myself!"
With that, he activated his foot technique and soared upward, two magma-formed arms dripping blackened heat aimed at his foe.
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"Hellhound!"
With a thunderous crash, the magma arms smashed downward.
Whitebeard watched them fall with disdain and calmly formed an energy sphere with his blade.
"Magma brat… you're still green!"
In one stroke, he swiped out the magma arms, causing explosive cracks in the air. They shattered like glass upon contact.
BOOM!! Lava shattered into mist over the ice.
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"Brat!"
Just as Akainu prepared a follow-up strike, Whitebeard appeared behind him in a horrifying flash.
"What?!"
Akainu, though made of magma himself, involuntarily stiffened at Whitebeard's sudden appearance.
He swelled his magma fists again—
"Still playing with elemental tricks?"
—Whitebeard snarled as he caught the Admiral's shoulder mid-swing and slammed him into the ground.
THUD!
Akainu coughed, re-forming himself on frozen earth.
"Don't rely on Elemental Armor with me!"
Whitebeard growled as he raised another energy-infused fist.
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The air contracted, warping around Whitebeard's strike.
Akainu, just regaining form, twisted and barely dodged the blow.
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"Stop it!"
A furious roar broke across the compound as Sengoku, now in his DaiButsu (Great Buddha) form, descended with tremendous force, energy wave in hand.
"Sengoku… can't stay seated either?"
Whitebeard growled, pressing his attack,
"Die, Magma Brat!"
BOOOOOOM!!!!!
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