"How terrifying..."
Kizaru stood at the top of the warship's mast, squinting at the distant clash that threatened to tear the sky apart.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku's golden body was forced back by the impact of green steam and lightning, plowing shocking furrows into the ice.
Kizaru's hands were in his pockets, and a rare look of conflict appeared on his usually lewd face.
He turned his head to look the other way.
Marco transformed into a Phoenix, a blue flame arcing through the air as he dove towards the execution platform.
The other Captains also took advantage of Sengoku being tied up, desperately pushing towards Ace's location.
Kizaru scratched his head.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa... This is getting a bit tricky."
His tone was still lazy, but a rare hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes behind his sunglasses.
Even Fleet Admiral Sengoku was fighting desperately.
If he continued to slack off... it really wouldn't look good.
Kizaru sighed, and his entire body transformed into golden light particles, vanishing from his spot.
The next moment.
A dazzling golden light exploded in front of Marco!
"Yasakani Sacred Jewel!"
Countless light bullets poured down like a torrential rain, blocking all of Marco's forward routes!
"Damn it!"
Marco gritted his teeth, the blue flames on his wings flared, and he performed a series of difficult evasive maneuvers in the air.
But Kizaru's attack this time was clearly much more serious than before!
The despairingly dense light bullets almost covered the entire sky, and Marco's Phoenix Flame was constantly dispersed and reformed, unable to continue advancing!
"Kizaru, that guy..."
Marco's face was extremely grim.
"Is he finally not holding back?!"
On the ground.
Akainu, who had just climbed out of the ruins, was covered in blood, his already gloomy face now terrifyingly distorted.
His right arm was twisted, clearly badly injured by that kick just now.
But in his eyes, there was only overwhelming killing intent!
"Damn it... damn it..."
Akainu gritted his teeth, glaring at the figure bathed in lightning in the distance.
That was Marine Hero Garp.
He was a senior he once deeply admired.
But now... this bastard had betrayed the Marine! Betrayed justice! For a pirate, for that sinful bloodline!
No matter who you are!
Justice absolutely does not allow betrayal!
"I will never forgive you!"
Akainu roared, his entire body's magma boiling to its extreme!
His figure transformed into a burning meteor, charging fearlessly towards Garp!
And at this moment.
Garp was engaged in the most brutal struggle with Sengoku.
Their fists were pressed tightly together, and the surrounding space twisted and trembled!
Sengoku gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.
He could clearly feel the power coming from the other's fist slowly crushing him!
That power was too terrifying!
So terrifying that he, the Fleet Admiral, now began to doubt if he could uphold this justice!
"Garp..."
Sengoku growled, an extreme resolve flashing in his eyes.
"Even if you've become this strong..."
The golden light on his fist surged again!
"I will never let you..."
Before he could finish his sentence!
An extremely scorching killing intent came from behind!
"Sakazuki?!"
Sengoku's pupils suddenly constricted!
Akainu's figure was like a madman, his entire being transforming into a burning mass of magma, heading straight for Garp's back!
That arm, which had just been fractured, forcibly healed under the magma's embrace, and was now gathering the strongest attack of his life!
"Die! Traitor!"
Akainu's roar echoed through heaven and earth!
"Hellhound!"
"Watch out!"
He roared, wanting to rush over and stop Akainu.
However, Kizaru's figure once again blocked him, a slight smile on his lewd face.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Phoenix-san is really dedicated, isn't he?"
"But, this old man also has his duties."
He raised a leg, his calf transforming into dazzling golden light.
"Light speed kick, ever tried it?"
Marco gritted his teeth, and a blue-green flame condensed into a shield in front of him.
Boom!
The golden foot slammed into the flame shield, and the immense force sent Marco flying.
He tumbled several times in mid-air before barely regaining his balance, veins bulging on his face.
"Kizaru!"
He roared, his gaze fixed on Akainu in the distance.
"This guy, as an Admiral, actually launched a sneak attack!"
"How despicable!"
Kizaru heard this and paused slightly.
He reached out and awkwardly scratched his nose.
"So this is called despicable, huh..."
He mumbled softly, a hint of helplessness in his tone.
If you knew that Sakazuki had something big planned for that old geezer Whitebeard, you'd be cursing up a storm.
Kizaru subconsciously looked towards Whitebeard's battlefield.
Whitebeard was locked in battle with Marine Garp, their bisento and fists colliding, each clash triggering terrifying shockwaves.
And behind Whitebeard.
A figure stood there.
Squard.
The Captain of a pirate crew under the Whitebeard Pirates, his face was now full of conflict.
His hand gripped the long sword at his waist tightly.
Kizaru narrowed his eyes.
He, of course, knew what Akainu had done to this guy.
That madman had successfully provoked the trust between Squard and Whitebeard using the matter of Roger's son.
And now, this deluded fellow could make that fatal move at any moment.
A sneak attack on Whitebeard.
"Tsk..."
Kizaru clicked his tongue lightly.
He suddenly didn't want to continue entanglement with Marco.
But duty called.
He still had to do it.
"Phoenix-san, don't get distracted, okay?"
Kizaru's voice sounded again.
Marco suddenly snapped back to attention, only to see Kizaru already in front of him.
Their distance was close enough to see each other's expressions.
Kizaru raised a leg, golden light flashing.
"This time, I won't let you dodge."
Marco gritted his teeth, and a blue-green flame erupted.
"You wish!"
Boom!
A golden pillar of light and blue-green flames violently collided in mid-air, causing a fierce explosion.
Marco was repeatedly pushed back by the shockwave, his face extremely grim.
He wanted to rush over.
He had to stop Akainu.
But Kizaru was like an insurmountable wall, firmly blocking his way.
"Damn it..."
Marco growled through gritted teeth.
And on the other side.
The battle between Whitebeard and Marine Garp had entered a fierce stage.
The collision of bisento and fists triggered increasingly terrifying shockwaves.
Marine Garp's face was solemn, the Armament Haki on his fist incredibly dense.
"Newgate!"
He roared, his fist slamming into Whitebeard's bisento.
"You're old!"
Whitebeard laughed wildly, the vibration power on his bisento surging madly.
"Gurara-ra-ra!"
"Even if this old man is old, I'm still Whitebeard!"
Boom!
The two forces clashed again, the ice cracked, and the seawater surged back.
And just then.
Behind Whitebeard, a low breath was heard.
Squard.
He stood there, his eyes full of conflict and struggle.
The long sword in his hand had slowly been drawn.
He looked at Whitebeard's broad back, Akainu's words echoing in his mind.
"Ace is Roger's son."
"And Whitebeard knew it all along."
"He treated all of you as pawns."
"As sacrifices to save Ace."