Chapter 175: Did I Get the Wrong Script?!
At that moment, something felt off.
According to the plan, shouldn’t they be coordinating their actions with Ryuunosuke and the others by now?
And with Sakazuki not in on the "script," the clash was supposed to appear more realistic—raw and chaotic.
So why were the Seven Warlords of the Sea acting now!?
"Enel, what the hell are you doing!?" Blackbeard shouted, eyes wide as he reeled from absorbing a massive jolt of lightning.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He had a deal with the World Government. This operation was supposed to be a collaboration.
But clearly, Enel’s attack just now wasn’t staged—it was meant to kill.
"You’re a criminal the Navy plans to execute publicly," Enel said coldly, lightning crackling across his body. "Trying to escape now? As a Warlord, I’m well within my rights to eliminate you."
"So, are you ready to die?"
Another wave of terrifying electricity burst from him, forcing both marines and pirates nearby to retreat. Everyone knew Enel’s lightning didn’t discriminate.
"Damn it! What the hell are the Navy playing at?!"
"This isn’t the script we agreed on!" Blackbeard growled as he turned and ran, dodging another bolt. The last thing he wanted was to get stuck fighting Enel.
Especially not now—he could feel it. Whitebeard had locked on to him with Observation Haki.
If he didn’t get out of here fast, he’d die on this battlefield.
Whitebeard suddenly raised his hand and brought it down, fracturing the very space in front of Blackbeard. Cracks of pure pressure and tremor energy tore the air apart.
The world twisted. In an instant, Marinford itself shifted—dislocated like a cracked jigsaw puzzle—bringing Whitebeard closer to Blackbeard in a blink.
Whitebeard bellowed as he raised his massive naginata and slashed down.
A blazing figure shot forward, intercepting the blade with a fiery kick.
The Navy’s rabid dog had entered the stage, unscripted.
"This criminal will be judged by the Navy! It’s not your place!" he barked. "Whitebeard, today—!"
He didn’t even get to finish. Whitebeard’s fist, wreathed in the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, smashed straight into his head and drove him into the ground.
Whitebeard didn’t even glance back. His eyes locked on Blackbeard once more. As he’d promised Ryuunosuke, he wouldn’t bother with high-ranking Navy officials unless he could kill them.
And Sakazuki? Strong, sure—but not enough to withstand Whitebeard’s full fury.
"Pops! Let me handle him!"
Ace came rushing in, flames bursting around him. "Flame Emperor Spear!"
A long, blazing spear of fire formed in his hand and launched toward the fleeing Blackbeard.
Wounded, distracted, and hunted—Blackbeard had no chance to dodge.
The spear pierced him clean through, fire erupting from the wound and igniting his body in searing pain.
Blackbeard screamed, rolling on the ground as the flames consumed him.
"What the hell...? That hit his heart. He should be dead!"
But Blackbeard kept squirming, the flames slowly devoured by writhing darkness.
"Be careful, Ace," Whitebeard warned, lifting his weapon again. "This bastard’s hiding more secrets than we know."
"LIKE HELL I’LL LET YOU FINISH HIM!"
Sakazuki erupted into the air, magma spewing from his body. High above the battlefield, he unleashed a massive barrage, aiming straight for Whitebeard.
Blackbeard had to die—by Navy hands. If he didn’t, this entire war would be an embarrassment to their authority.
"This damn Akainu!" Whitebeard growled. "If you want to butt in that badly, then fine—I’ll crush you like the mutt you are."
"Ace, don’t let Blackbeard escape. I’ll deal with this clown."
He turned and punched the air. The very space shattered, intercepting the magma meteors midair and dispelling them with tremor shockwaves.
Then, his naginata flared with Haki.
"Heaven-Cleaving Slash!"
Whitebeard didn’t just possess monstrous strength and a world-breaking Devil Fruit—he was also a terrifyingly skilled swordsman. His past duels with Roger proved that his blade work rivaled even Kozuki Oden’s.
Sakazuki was blown away.
"Damn... it’s not just his body—his swordsmanship too..."
He crashed into the ground, breathing heavily. Yet he stood, refusing to back down.
Justice wouldn’t let him retreat. Not now.
As he stared at Whitebeard, he told himself: If I hold him here long enough, the others will come. We’ll kill him together.
He had faith—in the Navy, in his comrades, in his justice.
But there was one thing he forgot...
His relationship with the others.
Across the battlefield, Kuzan and Kizaru exchanged glances.
"Something’s wrong here," Aokiji muttered. "Did we get a fake script or something?"
Kizaru shrugged. "Well, at least Akainu fighting Whitebeard matches the script... kinda. Let’s take it easy unless we absolutely have to act."
After all, the chaos unfolding now was way off-script.
Even Sengoku was confused.
The battlefield had become a complete mess.
The Seven Warlords of the Sea were out of control—doing their own thing.
The Empress was guarding Luffy like a lioness.
Hawkeye was casually dueling the two girls from the Dragon Hunter Pirates.
Doflamingo and a Pacifista were locked in a weird skirmish with members of Akatsuki.
And Enel... Enel and Ace were ganging up on Blackbeard.
Only Moriah looked semi-normal.
Though... he was just standing there, not doing anything productive.
Until Crocodile showed up.
Then the two started... dancing?
Yeah, the whole thing was a circus.
Even Sengoku, struck by Mine earlier, had entered the battlefield personally.
But now he was wandering around with no clear enemy in sight.
Only Tsuru remained on the high platform, watching it all unfold.
Her face darkened with concern.
This wasn’t how the operation was supposed to go.
Everything was unraveling.
She had no idea what Ryuunosuke and Garp were planning.
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