"Oh no, that's Belo Betty's ability, the commander of the East Army."
Below the execution platform, Tsuru could clearly feel the explosive surge in morale among both the Whitebeard Pirates and the Revolutionary Army. As a veteran of countless battles, she understood the Revolutionary Army better than most. After all, they were the force the World Government most desperately sought to eradicate.
Tsuru knew Belo Betty all too well.
In that woman's hands, even the most timid coward could become fearless. Someone who normally possessed a hundred units of strength could, under her encouragement, erupt with eight hundred or even a thousand. The World Government had paid dearly for underestimating that power in the past.
Gunfire rained down without pause. Revolutionary soldiers, pirates, and Marines clashed violently, slaughtering one another as the battlefield drowned in blood. The abyss carved out by the earlier tsunami had been partially filled again, now layered with corpses, shattered weapons, severed limbs, and mangled flesh.
Across the world, people watched the broadcast in stunned silence.
This was war.
Cruel, merciless, and soaked in blood. Once you stepped onto this battlefield, you had already placed one foot inside the gates of hell, with barely a one percent chance of walking out alive.
"Charge!"
"Kill! Kill!"
Whoosh. Whoosh. Boom.
The battlefield had fully transformed into a massive slaughterhouse. With every passing second, lives were crushed and bodies torn apart. Wails and screams echoed endlessly, carrying a terror so raw it felt like having one's skin peeled away.
The battle zone continued to expand outward as bullets and cannon fire streaked across the sky.
At the center of the chaos, wherever Sabo passed, Marines were blown away like cannonballs.
"This is as far as you go."
Clang.
Sparks exploded as Vice Admiral Onigumo intercepted him, his expression dark and resolute.
"Don't even think about stopping me."
Sabo's eyes burned with killing intent. His left hand twisted into a dragon claw shape, ripping through the air like a savage beast tearing into its prey.
"Iron Mass."
Onigumo coated his body in solid Armament Haki, reinforcing his defense to its limit. He was confident that Sabo would not be able to break through.
Their clash erupted violently.
Onigumo's face went pale as blood burst from his mouth. His body was sent flying backward like a rag doll, spinning through the air before crashing into the ruins.
"Vice Admiral Onigumo!"
Nearby Marines cried out in shock.
Sabo did not pause for even a moment. After striking Onigumo down, his figure vanished and reappeared closer to the execution platform in an instant.
"Deploy the Pacifista."
Sengoku's expression darkened as he watched Sabo and the Revolutionary Army fully enter the war. He turned his gaze toward Tsuru beneath the execution platform.
Tsuru nodded and immediately moved to carry out the order.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
Moments later, countless beams of laser light swept across the battlefield, detonating on impact and sending plumes of smoke skyward. The arrival of the Pacifista plunged the already chaotic battlefield into complete madness.
"I am the most beautiful, and whatever I do will be forgiven."
Boa Hancock lifted her chin proudly, her long black hair cascading down her back as an overwhelming charm spread outward. Revolutionary soldiers and Marines alike froze in place, their eyes glazing over as infatuation took hold.
"Slave Arrow."
She touched her crimson lips lightly, and a massive pink heart formed before her. Drawing it back like a bow, she released a rain of heart-shaped arrows. Anyone struck by them instantly transformed into lifelike stone statues.
"Empress, look carefully, we are Marines!"
A Rear Admiral shouted in both anger and panic, pointing at the Marine soldiers beside him who had already been petrified.
"I am the most beautiful, you will forgive me."
Hancock glanced down at him arrogantly and blinked.
The Rear Admiral's anger vanished in an instant. His pupils turned into hearts as his reason evaporated completely.
"So beautiful… I forgive you."
A pink arrow pierced his chest. He froze mid-sigh, his face still twisted in infatuation as his body turned to stone.
"Hmph, all of you are just filthy men."
A terrifying pressure surged outward from Hancock. Within a hundred-meter radius, pirates, Marines, and Revolutionary soldiers alike collapsed, foaming at the mouth as they lost consciousness.
However, the battlefield was far too crowded. New enemies flooded in almost immediately.
Her expression darkened as the scent of sweat and blood filled the air, making her visibly uncomfortable.
"Pistol Kiss."
She raised her hand once more.
Whoosh.
Suddenly, clouds enveloped the area. A figure appeared through the mist and struck, shattering the heart-shaped attack midair.
With short orange-red hair and a white cloud ribbon flowing behind her, Koala hovered calmly before Hancock.
"Revolutionary Army?"
Hancock narrowed her eyes as she examined the woman before her. Koala's presence felt light and ethereal, the complete opposite of her own overwhelming allure.
"Can you give the Revolutionary Army some face and stop interfering with us?"
Koala spoke seriously, already sensing how troublesome this opponent would be.
For the first time, hesitation flickered across Hancock's face. With a single glance, she noticed Marines stationed on the high walls, clearly recording the Shichibukai's actions. They had been warned. Anyone who failed to contribute risked losing their title.
Unlike the others, Hancock ruled a nation.
Amazon Lily, and its people, were her responsibility.
If she ignored this war, the consequences would fall on her homeland.
"Perfume Femur."
After only a brief pause, Hancock attacked decisively.
The clouds scattered as Koala shifted, her form dispersing momentarily.
"Logia."
Hancock's eyes sharpened as she realized it.
"So a peaceful solution really isn't possible."
Koala clenched her fists as clouds rapidly compressed around her palm.
"Fish-Man Karate, White Cloud Cannon."
The explosive impact tore through the ground. Hancock crossed her arm, coating it in Armament Haki as the shockwave sent her sliding backward.
Koala's ability was clear.
The Cloud-Cloud Fruit, a Logia-type Devil Fruit.
Koala followed up with a swift kick. The collision echoed sharply as both women were forced apart, cracks spiderwebbing through the earth beneath them.
Koala was not just a Logia user. She was also a formidable martial artist, a successor to Fish-Man Karate.
"How troublesome."
Landing gracefully atop Salome, Hancock brushed her hair back and launched another barrage of arrows.
Koala waved her hand, and dense clouds flooded the area, completely obscuring visibility. Even Observation Haki was disrupted.
Crack.
The clouds darkened, transforming into thunderclouds crackling with lightning.
A powerful gust tore open a gap as Hancock leapt away, her expression grim.
"I am the most beautiful."
Her charm surged once more. Koala faltered for an instant, then bit her tongue hard to regain clarity. She spread her arms, compressing the thunderclouds tightly.
"Thundercloud Burst."
The ground lifted violently as a lightning-filled explosion erupted, annihilating everything in its path.
Hancock was blasted backward, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth as her hair came loose.
She wiped the blood away, her eyes icy.
In the next instant, both women vanished, clashing again in a fierce and relentless duel.
"Fufufufu… are you finally going to make a move?"
Among the Shichibukai, only Doflamingo and Dracule Mihawk remained idle. Moria, Kuma, Jinbe, and Hancock were already engaged, locked in battle against Revolutionary commanders or Whitebeard division leaders.
"I simply want to see the distance between myself and the world's strongest man."
Mihawk stepped down from the high platform, his boots crunching against the shattered ground. With a smooth motion, he drew the Black Blade Yoru from his back.
The moment he stood still, facing Whitebeard from afar, the air itself seemed to freeze.
Whitebeard sensed it and turned his head.
"The World's Greatest Swordsman is about to move."
"Dracule Mihawk…"
A terrifying pressure radiated outward from Mihawk. It felt as if an invisible blade hovered at everyone's backs, sending chills through their spines.
When his will peaked, Mihawk raised Yoru and swung.
A brilliant slash tore through the battlefield, carving an unfathomably deep chasm as it raced straight toward Whitebeard.