Little Oars Jr. was exceptionally ferocious after entering the battlefield. His supermassive cleaver swept through huge swaths of enemies. Several giant vice admirals tried to stop him, but the gap in size and strength was utterly despairing.
Boom!
The cleaver smashed into the ice, and a large group of pirates screamed as the shockwave sent them flying.
"Ace, I'm here to save you."
Little Oars Jr.'s shout rang across the entire battlefield. Ace, on the execution platform, wore a pained expression. He of course knew that Little Oars Jr. was practically a sitting duck on the battlefield, but there was nothing he could do now except watch. That was more painful than killing him. He even wished the execution would come sooner. Perhaps if he died, his family would withdraw—but then he thought of how his family had risked their lives to save him. If he died, how utterly disappointed and despairing would they be?
All kinds of thoughts surged through Ace's mind. Kneeling on the ground, he leaned forward, and the chains jingled. It came back to the same thing: he could do nothing, only kneel here and watch. This was an execution more painful than death.
"This is the price of becoming a pirate."
Sengoku's vigorous voice rang out. Ace lowered his head. With their positions opposed, no argument could make any sense.
As the chaotic battlefield grew more intense, the Marines and pirates became increasingly concentrated. They were only a meter or two apart—close enough to be struck with a single swing.
Not far from Little Oars Jr., Su Xiao, holding a long blade, lowered his body and leaped into the melee.
Boom!
The ice cracked. Su Xiao landed among a large group of Marines. The Marines around him froze for a moment, then surged toward him,