"Fear you? Ridiculous!"
"Reynolds, do you truly believe you are invincible under the heavens?!"
Saint Garling snorted coldly, subtly suppressing the intrusive thoughts in his mind. In battle, fear before the fight is a fatal taboo! Especially when facing a top-tier powerhouse like Reynolds. A moment of hesitation could decide life or death in the span of a breath.
"I heard rumors of your battle with Rocks six years ago. Today, let me test you and see if your strength lives up to the name!"
As his voice fell, a terrifying killing intent swirled around Saint Garling.
The killing aura erupted, manifesting as tangible sword Qi that sliced countless cracks into the earth beneath them.
Reynolds smiled playfully at the sight. No wonder this guy could injure Whitebeard; with such fierce sword Qi, few could compare. It had to be said—the World Government, having stood for 800 years, still had some impressive foundations.
"Reynolds! Today, not only Rocks will die, but you will too!!"
Clang—
Saint Garling lightly swung his famous blade. A flying slash, hundreds of meters long, shot forward, instantly slicing the space apart.
Huge volumes of air were compressed, distorting the atmosphere.
The slash tore through the void, crossing dozens of meters in an instant to strike at Reynolds.
Along its path, it swept past several unlucky pirate elites. They didn't even have time to react before they were sliced in half, sent straight to the afterlife.
"Bastard! Dodge it!!"
"Damn it! What the hell was that?!"
"He's too strong! Get out of here, move!"
Countless pirates scattered in panic, searching for a safer place to fight. Faced with an attack potent enough to annihilate multiple powerhouses instantly, Reynolds merely smiled faintly.
"Hehehehe... Want to kill me? You think just because Roger is teaming up with you, you can win? You're delusional!"
"One-Sword Style: Asura!"
Gripping his sword, Reynolds swung. A jet-black slash, seemingly born from the depths of hell, shot forward, transforming into the visage of an Asura demon as it collided mid-air with Saint Garling's attack.
Boom!
The power within the two slashes poured frantically into one another, tearing and devouring like wild beasts fighting for dominance.
After a brief struggle, the two attacks canceled each other out, dissipating into nothingness.
"How do you know about our operation with Roger?!"
Saint Garling's expression shifted drastically upon hearing Reynolds accurately pinpoint their plan with Roger.
"Dead men don't need to know so much."
Reynolds couldn't be bothered to explain. He swung Zhanhai again, and within a few breaths, hundreds of crisscrossing slashes roared out.
Like an airtight net of swords, they shot toward Saint Garling.
Faced with this terrifying assault, Saint Garling's pupils constricted. Ignoring everything else, he immediately raised his defenses.
...
Elsewhere on the battlefield.
"Bwahahahaha... Garp, you're no match for me!!"
Rocks laughed maniacally, handling Garp with ease. Reynolds' arrival had relieved a significant amount of pressure, holding back several of the God's Knights' strongest fighters.
Today, the throne of the King of the World was within his grasp, and no one could stop him!
"Bastard! Don't get too cocky, Rocks! Fist Bone: Meteorite!!"
Garp roared, firing on all cylinders.
Incredibly powerful Armament Haki surged from his body. With every swing of his iron fists, the atmosphere exploded with sonic booms. Against an opponent like Rocks, he had to give everything just to have a sliver of a chance at victory.
While attacking, Garp cursed inwardly.
That damn Roger! Didn't we agree to team up?!Why hasn't he shown up yet?!Is he playing us?!
Just as Garp was thinking this...
At the port of God Valley.
Roger, arriving late, used his Observation Haki to sense the island enveloped in killing intent. His face darkened instantly.
The island was densely littered with Marine corpses—a rough estimate put the number at tens of thousands.
The remaining pirates and Marine officers had completely lost their minds to bloodlust, caring for nothing else. They had only one thought: kill the enemy in front of them.
The Marine officers, in particular, were enraged by the massive loss of their soldiers. Slaughter had long since clouded their judgment. Combined with their strength far exceeding that of most pirates, the officers and CP0 agents were like wolves among sheep, unleashing a frantic massacre.
In moments, they were bathed in blood—some of it their own, but most of it from the pirates they had butchered.
The Marines' brutal slaughter ignited a fierce fire in the pirates as well. Even though there was a disparity in strength between them and the Marine officers, they had a hundred thousand men on their side.
The Vice Admirals and CP0 agents numbered only a thousand at most.
With a 100-to-1 advantage, what was there to fear?!
Just fight them to the end!
Adrenaline had long since made them forget pain. Being slashed and bleeding profusely didn't instill fear; instead, it fully awakened their savagery.
Fearless of death, they charged at the Marines. Today was the day to make a name for themselves—only cowards would back down!
For a time, the sounds of slaughter rose and fell, cannon fire was incessant, and smoke filled the entire God Valley.
The sky was shrouded in an endless aura of death. The Grim Reaper, scythe in hand, manifested as a phantom, tirelessly reaping the souls of the Marines and pirates dying below.
"Captain, this doesn't look good."
Sensing the situation on God Valley, the crew members frowned. They hadn't expected the battle to be this tragic. Even from the outskirts of the island, they could clearly smell the pungent stench of blood—it was thick enough to be nauseating.
"This aura is...?!" Roger frowned.
"Reynolds is here too!"
"And he's fighting Saint Garling?!"
Aside from the overwhelming stench of death and slaughter, Roger picked up on several unfamiliar auras. Although he had never fought Reynolds, he recognized him instantly. That terrifyingly extreme power—there was no one else in the seas but Reynolds.
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What surprised him was that Reynolds had actually come to intervene, seemingly teaming up with Rocks against the World Government.
Thank goodness he arrived today. Otherwise, Rocks would have surely succeeded!
Under the gaze of his entire crew, Roger took a step forward, slowly drawing his Supreme Grade blade, Ace, from his waist.
"It's time for us to make an entrance. Intercept the Rocks Pirates with full force! We absolutely cannot let his ambition succeed!"
"Aye, Captain!"
...
The God Valley Battlefield.
Compared to the tragic outer battlefield, the combat in the inner circle was far more intense.
Most of the Rocks Pirates were gaining the upper hand.
First was the battle between Whitebeard and Fleet Admiral Kong.
Although Whitebeard didn't have the Quake-Quake Fruit yet, he had spent all his time developing his three types of Haki. His mastery now far exceeded what it was in the past.
"Gurararara... Kong! Even Reynolds is helping us! You're destined to lose today!!"
Wielding Murakumogiri, Whitebeard unleashed terrifying slashes while firmly suppressing Kong.
"Don't be so arrogant, Whitebeard!!"
Not to be outdone, Kong tore off his tattered shirt, revealing an extremely muscular chest.
A tyrannical aura erupted from his body. As the Supreme Commander of the Navy, if he lost, the Navy's morale would collapse! He absolutely could not lose this fight!
Not far away.
Golden Lion Shiki, clenching a half-smoked cigar in his teeth, wielded Oto in his left hand and Kogarashi in his right. With a wave of both hands, hundreds of golden, arc-shaped sword waves slashed toward the giant golden Buddha opposite him.
He even found time to take a drag from his cigar.
It had to be said—facing Sengoku didn't put much pressure on him.
Of course, he wasn't going all out to kill Sengoku either.
Although Reynolds helped them hold off a few members of the God's Knights, Shiki wasn't stupid. He didn't believe Reynolds was here just to kill a few Celestial Dragons.
Earlier, he had clearly seen Reynolds' men disappear into the crowd without engaging anyone. He had observed a few of them secretly and realized they weren't here to fight, but to find those six Devil Fruits.
Just as he suspected, Reynolds never acted without profit.
So, it seemed the outcome of this war still depended on Rocks.
If Rocks could truly kill Garp, then Shiki would naturally go all out and fight Sengoku to the death. But if things changed in the meantime, he wasn't going to risk his life for Rocks.
However, judging from the current situation, Rocks held a massive advantage. Despite being the Navy's strongest "Iron Fist," Garp was actually at the biggest disadvantage among the top-tier fighters so far.
Barring any surprises, Garp was sure to lose!
Aside from those two, Captain John, Wang Zhi, and Silver Axe were fighting with everything they had.
They had no choice; their strength couldn't compare to Whitebeard or Shiki. Faced with God's Knights who possessed Admiral-level strength, they had to go all out.
Luckily, Rocks had secured a Devil Fruit for each of them beforehand. Now, even against these God's Knights, they could hold their own, with neither side gaining the upper hand.
...
Compared to these Rocks Pirates captains with their own hidden agendas, Linlin's battle was much purer.
As long as Reynolds gave the order, she wouldn't waste a word—she'd charge in and fight. Anyone who didn't respect Reynolds got crushed!
"Mamamama... You two are much tougher than those Celestial Dragons who died earlier."
Even facing two God's Knights, Linlin couldn't resist mocking them.
The Supreme Grade blade Pofeng was incredibly powerful in her hands, capable of slicing through anything.
"Linlin, you die today!"
One of the Knights snorted in disdain. Linlin was strong, and neither of them would stand a chance in a one-on-one. But with the two of them working together, they could even fight Supreme Commander Garling. In their eyes, defeating Linlin would be a piece of cake.
"Hmph, aren't you afraid the wind will cut your tongue?"
As the words fell, Linlin slashed out, forcing the two back temporarily.
At the same time, she gripped Pofeng with both hands. A transparent, spherical halo appeared at the tip of her blade.
She slashed at the Knight charging at her again.
Crack—
With a crisp sound, the space in front of her collapsed inch by inch. Cracks spread rapidly like a spiderweb into the surroundings. In the next second, a terrifying shockwave erupted, blasting the two Knights flying directly...
"I said you're weak, so you're weak."
Linlin seized the opportunity and pressed her attack!
On Flame Flower's Battlefield.
Finally able to let loose, she held nothing back.
She summoned her most destructive Storm Homie and her most lethal Fire Homie.
After all, apart from the Marines, most people here were members of the Rocks Pirates. She didn't care about them in the least. If they died, it was just their bad luck.
Meanwhile, the massive Knight she was fighting was suffering miserably under her endless barrage of attacks.
"Hahahaha... Is that all you've got?!"
"A bunch of useless trash! You can't even protect yourselves, yet you want to protect those Celestial Dragons?!"
"Little Wind! Tornado Storm! Tear this guy apart!!"
"Yes, Mama!"
The Storm Homie bared its sharp fangs, flew into the air, and began spinning at high speed, transforming into a terrifying tornado that devoured everything in its vicinity.
Unlucky pirates who were too close were sucked in and shredded to pieces instantly.
The God's Knight looked on warily. Taking a deep breath, he didn't retreat but instead advanced, unleashing a powerful technique to meet the attack head-on.
To become a member of the God's Knights, one had to pass layers of selection and grueling trials. Flame Flower was right about one thing: if he didn't have the skills, how could he protect the Celestial Dragons?!
...
While fighting Saint Garling, Reynolds kept a part of his attention on the wider battlefield.
Linlin and Flame Flower had the upper hand against the God's Knights, so he didn't need to worry about them for now.
Kaido and his men had already infiltrated various parts of the battlefield, searching for the Devil Fruits.
But the battlefield was simply too chaotic; heads were bobbing everywhere.
Among the crowd, a few CP0 agents carrying Devil Fruits had discarded the chests to avoid attention, tucking the fruits directly into their clothes. They moved swiftly through the battlefield, constantly dodging the pirates' pursuit.
The pirates of the Rocks crew had completely lost themselves to bloodlust. As long as the target was a Marine or CP0, they didn't care about the difference in strength. Relying on their sheer numbers, they swarmed forward, hacking wildly with swords or blasting away with cannons.
All six CP0 agents carrying the Devil Fruits faced different obstacles. After all, they didn't possess the absolute strength to easily break through a blockade of a hundred thousand pirates.
"The fighting is truly brutal."
Reynolds swept his gaze over the battlefield. Although he had wiped out all the ordinary Marine soldiers with a single move, the pirates still held an absolute advantage in numbers.
However, the remaining forces of the Navy and World Government were all elites. Charging into the pirate hordes, they slaughtered them like chickens.
As for the hundreds of pirates with Vice Admiral-level strength, they were being handled by two other members of the God's Knights.
In just a short time, pirate casualties had already exceeded ten thousand.
After blocking a strike from Saint Garling, Reynolds glanced at the battle between Rocks and Garp.
Garp's strength was undoubtedly greater than it had been six years ago. Yet, facing Rocks, he was still at a disadvantage.
However...
Reynolds shook his head as a thought crossed his mind.
As long as he didn't intervene, some things were destined not to change.
He had already sensed several powerful auras joining the battlefield. One of them was no less intense than Garp's or Whitebeard's. Although the aura was unfamiliar, it undoubtedly belonged to Roger.
Roger's arrival sealed Rocks' fate today.
Just as Reynolds' thoughts were wandering, an angry shout exploded in his ear.
"Reynolds, you bastard! You dare to get distracted while fighting me?!"
Saint Garling was truly enraged!
He was the Supreme Commander of the God's Knights, for crying out loud! Yet Reynolds showed him no respect at all. Fighting him while his mind was elsewhere?! Was this not a blatant humiliation?!
It was intolerable!
"Reynolds! Die!!"
A voice void of emotion rang out.
Two types of Haki erupted from his body—pitch-black and dark red currents intertwining. Clearly, Saint Garling was also an awakened user of Conqueror's Haki.
Without any fancy tricks, empowered by the two Haki types, his famous blade hummed, the blade emitting an extremely dangerous aura.
"Annihilation: Cross Slash!!"
A cross-shaped slash magnified in Reynolds' pupils, locking onto him firmly.
Reynolds wasn't slow either. In an instant, he unleashed a "Sovereignty" (Ikoku), wrapped in two types of Haki. With his current strength, executing Sovereignty was effortless, though its power varied slightly depending on the amount of Haki he poured into it.
After firing the Sovereignty, Reynolds leaped into the air.
Rumble—
Lightning power exploded violently, condensing and compressing before he fired a devastating beam of divine lightning toward Saint Garling!