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Ace's gesture made them feel a naked contempt!
"Stop talking nonsense, kill him together!"
Akainu is ruthless, and fairness isn't a consideration at a time like this.
"Although it feels like bullying, the situation has to be handled this way..."
Aokiji exhaled a cold breath, frost slowly covering his cheeks as he prepared to strike.
The light flickered in Kizaru's palm as he readied his attack, but he suddenly noticed a golden flame swaying on the magma.
"Huh? Should we deal with... that flame first?"
Originally, he wanted to refer to it as the flame of the Mera-Mera Fruit, but something about it felt strange, so he could only describe it as "that."
The arm formed from the roiling lava was about to strike, but Kizaru's words interrupted.
"Flame...what flame?"
Akainu turned his head slightly, sounding surprised, his tone carrying an unmistakable irritation.
The flame just now?
Hadn't he extinguished it?
He turned his head slightly, seeing the golden flame still burning on the magma, seeming to grow...
"Huh? What's going on?"
Akainu frowned deeply.
A strange feeling welled up inside him, entirely stemming from Ace's defiance.
The magma squirmed as he tried to absorb the golden flame into his magma-coated palm.
The molten lava surged, attempting to smother the golden flame.
Akainu's actions also caught the attention of Aokiji and Kizaru, who both stopped to watch.
The magma surged but then gradually subsided.
Yet the golden flame continued to flicker.
It looked as though it would go out at any moment but stubbornly remained.
It hasn't gone out?
Or... it won't go out?
"Not good! There's something odd about this flame!"
Akainu shouted as the magma billowed, ready to smother the flames again.
Kizaru and Aokiji stared intensely.
A smile spread across Ace's face, "You're just realizing it now? Should I call you clever or foolish?"
As the words left his mouth, the flame in Akainu's hand swelled, suddenly morphing into a golden fire dragon.
The intense, scorching heat made Akainu's eyelids tremble.
This temperature...it surpasses even the Lava-Lava Fruit!
Is this really the Mera-Mera Fruit?
"Fire Tornado!"
Ace didn't waste words, commanding the golden fire dragon to roar down from the sky toward the three Admirals, all of whom launched their attacks at once.
"Great Eruption!"
"Ice Thorn Spear!"
"Eight-Span Jewel!"
The three Marine Admirals attacked simultaneously!
Puff-puff--
Their attacks struck the golden fire dragon, causing its massive form to collapse and shrink continuously.
When the smoke cleared, another golden flame swayed in the wind.
It flickered weakly, almost as if mocking in silence.
The faces of Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru changed completely.
As they fought, they'd felt that any form of energy should have been destroyed!
But that flame never dies!
Or...could it be that every flame of Ace's is an unending flame?
This thought struck the three Admirals simultaneously, solidifying their resolve to end Ace, and fast.
"Kill!"
"Attack!"
"Sorry, brother!"
The three shouted in unison.
Just then, a blue flame pierced the sky, descending with a blaze.
"It's unfair for three people to gang up on my little brother!"
Marco's voice held a hint of joy, though it was mostly filled with the anger of seeing his younger brother being attacked.
Boom!
He spun around and lashed out with a powerful kick.
Kizaru curled his lips, likely feeling a bit helpless.
There were three Admirals to choose from, so why was he the one getting kicked?
Whoosh.
A yellow flash streaked through the air, crashing into the city wall of Marineford once again.
Boom!
Dust and smoke billowed up.
Many Marines stood wide-eyed, mouths agape—it felt like this scene had just happened moments ago.
Ace's mouth twitched, thinking to himself:
"So that's how Kizaru gets by…"
The fight was now balanced: 2V2!
"Marco!"
Akainu roared furiously.
The situation had been in their favor, but Marco's intervention stirred his anger further.
The reason for his frustration, mostly due to Ace, felt hard to pinpoint.
Simply standing there, Ace seemed cloaked in an aura of mystery.
"Marco, long time no see."
Ace stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Marco.
"Let's make some noise!"
Marco grinned back at Ace.
Their unspoken bond as brothers needed no words.
Ace could feel the heat rising in his blood, almost on fire with excitement.
So, this is what a true battlefield feels like—thrilling and intense.
Given a second chance at life, why should he hold back?
If the Marines fight without mercy,
Then so will they!
…
Meanwhile, aboard the Moby Dick, that mountain-like figure stirred.
"Gurarara~~"
Whitebeard threw his head back and laughed.
Only he truly knew what this upcoming battle meant for him. He was acutely aware of his physical state, fatigued and weary.
But he wouldn't let it show.
He was the King of the sea!
He was here to bring his son home!
He would never fall!
Today might be the final chapter of a legendary era.
But for a man's last days, a battle that shakes the sea feels like a fitting end, doesn't it?
With that thought, Whitebeard stepped forward.
Sengoku, Garp, and every Marine.
Come!
War!
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