Aboard the Oro Jackson,
Roger eyed the charging Garp and grinned.
"Can't let you smash up my ship, old man."
With a sudden stomp, he shot diagonally through the air, meeting Garp head-on. Both hands gripped his blade behind him, Haki swirling along the edge in dark, crackling currents. As Garp closed in, Roger swung with all his might.
CLANG!
The supreme blade clashed with Garp's pitch-black, iron fist. Through blade and fist, the two men bared their teeth at each other—grins full of murderous intent.
"AAAAAAAHHH!!!"
"AAAAAAAHHH!!!"
Both roared, muscles bulging, veins popping as they poured every ounce of strength into the clash.
BOOM!
A massive shockwave exploded outward, tearing the two apart. A circular blast of force rippled through the sky, spreading for miles.
In midair, Roger twisted, then vanished—racing straight for the battlefield where Sakazuki and Whitebeard were locked in combat.
Garp stomped the air, producing a sonic boom several meters wide as he shot off to intercept Roger.
Elsewhere, Sengoku landed atop the Oro Jackson.
Rayleigh with his sword and Jabba with his axe flashed into the air, weapons gleaming with Haki as they struck at Sengoku.
The towering golden Buddha—dozens of meters tall—raised a massive palm and pressed down.
CLANG!
Steel rang against steel as sword and axes met the Buddha's palm, locked in a moment's stalemate.
Then, without a word, Sengoku unleashed his power. Rayleigh's and Jabba's pupils shrank in alarm. Sengoku coated the ship's surface in Armament Haki.
Beneath his palm, a colossal, semi-transparent shockwave materialized—slamming down onto the Oro Jackson.
The ship shuddered violently. The white shockwave turned to radiant gold, flooding the sky with blinding light.
BOOM!
It was as if a second sun had erupted. From afar, the glare was impossible to look at. The sea boiled, monstrous waves surging in all directions.
Everyone aboard was battered by the blast. The younger Shanks and Buggy reeled, dizzy and blood trickling from their lips.
Cracks spidered across the Oro Jackson's hull.
Rayleigh and Jabba exchanged a look—no more holding back. Armament Haki surged in their hands as they lashed out at Sengoku.
Invisible currents collided with the giant palm, the impact sending Sengoku skidding backward in the air.
They gave chase, weapons ready. Sengoku's golden body shimmered, Armament Haki coating him from head to toe.
CLANG!
Sword and axes struck his massive golden chest, but didn't leave a mark.
Expressionless, Sengoku's eyes flashed gold. He raised both arms, the air screaming as he moved. In each palm, semi-transparent shockwave rings formed, then pressed together before him.
Rayleigh and Jabba bolted back, barely escaping the center of the coming blow.
DOOOONG—!
The Buddha's palms slammed together with a sound like a celestial bell, a note that seemed to wash through the soul.
Seeing their retreat, Sengoku's golden face remained unmoved. He thrust his joined palms forward.
The merged shockwave rings detonated—
A golden energy beam, dozens of meters thick, shot forth, engulfing both men.
Their eyes widened in shock, too late to dodge.
The beam hammered them into the seabed.
BOOM!!!
Endless golden light erupted underwater, spreading furiously in all directions. On the surface, a vast crater hundreds of meters wide appeared, slowly filling in.
Sengoku stared coldly at the sea. He could sense both men's auras moving—they weren't dead.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed gold. He swung at a spot in the water.
CLANG!
At the shattered peak of the Precipice Sword,
Black mist and volcanic ash thickened by the moment.
For Sakazuki, it was nothing. For Whitebeard, though, the choking air was starting to sting. Even a titan needed to breathe, and inhaling volcanic ash and smoke was agony over time. He felt the urge to cough.
Sensing danger, Whitebeard summoned his power and stomped down.
Massive cracks split the air beneath his feet, the force launching him upward—trying to break free from the black cloud.
Somewhere in the darkness, Sakazuki's eyes flashed crimson. He extended both hands, a tiny spark flickering between his palms.
In a blur, the spark zipped around the cloud layer like lightning.
As Whitebeard soared upward, every hair on his body stood on end. He stopped, Quake-Quake power swirling around him, and tossed his naginata. Both hands slammed out, shattering the air in every direction.
Instantly, countless cracks of atmospheric energy wrapped around Whitebeard, forming a protective cocoon. He caught the falling naginata and sealed the last gap above.
The entire black cloud—volcanic ash and smoke—was now a colossal bomb.
And Sakazuki's spark? The fuse.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A super mushroom cloud erupted in the sky, its shockwave stretching for miles. Even the thousand-meter Precipice Sword looked like a blade of grass before that towering cloud.
The remnants of the Precipice Sword continued to collapse.
Far off, Roger and Garp were blasted backward by the heatwave, tumbling through the air.
But the two men at the heart of the blast suffered the brunt of it.
Where Whitebeard stood, a web of fine cracks wrapped him in a shell. Inside, his arms bulged and ruptured, veins and muscle fibers snapping. He trembled, chest heaving, coughing up blood.
The instant the blast hit, his instincts screamed. Without hesitation, he unleashed wave after wave of Quake-Quake power, hammering the space around him with countless punches—until his muscles tore and the danger finally ebbed.
But the strain was enormous. His body shook, his insides rattled. Blood dripped from his lips as the cracks faded away.
Eyes blazing with murderous intent, Whitebeard glared at a single spot.
At the base of the shattered Precipice Sword, barely above the sea, Sakazuki's form was slowly reconstituting. When the force was great enough, not even a Logia could escape unscathed.
Sakazuki was in better shape than Whitebeard, but not by much. The explosion had shredded his magma form, and though the physical pain was less, the mental agony was immense. His whole body trembled as he tried to pull himself together, far slower than before.
Seven or eight ragged breaths later, he'd only managed to restore half his body, blood leaking from his nose and mouth.
Half-submerged in magma, Sakazuki looked up at Whitebeard—whose cracks were fading. Sweat streamed down his face as he tried to sneer, but the pain was too much; he couldn't even move his lips.
All he could do was glare up, eyes locked with Whitebeard's. Their killing intent clashed in midair, turning the very sky dark.
In the New World, the Shiki fleet had assembled.
Under Shiki's command, dozens of pirate ships floated in the air. At his signal, they surged forward toward Scree Waters.
Standing at the prow, arms crossed, golden hair whipping in the wind, Shiki roared:
"Jihahahaha! Roger! Newgate!
Wait for me!!!
Jihahahahahaha!!!"
His wild, arrogant laughter echoed across the sea, rolling outward like thunder.
Marineford, Marine Headquarters.
After a short, decisive meeting, warships pulled out of port, heading for the Red Line. Fleet Admiral Kong and Admiral Zephyr used the government's special agent to teleport straight to the G-4 base.
The fleet set out under the command of Vice Admiral Morris, current head of the Marine Academy.
Enel appeared aboard Sakazuki's flagship, following Karol as they set course for the New World.
As evening fell…
In the New World, at the G-4 base, three figures flashed above the sea.
Fleet Admiral Kong and Admiral Zephyr had arrived.
The battle had a new front.
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