One Hundred Meters Before the Execution Platform

One Hundred Meters Before the Execution Platform. The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Only the wind echoed across the bloodstained ice field.

The pirates on Whitebeard's side looked at Doflamingo and Kuma with eyes that seemed ready to spew tangible flames, filled with bone-deep hatred and fury.

Little Oars was different from the "cannon fodder" who had fallen during the charge.

He was one of the captains of Whitebeard's forty-three pirate crews, an indisputable heavyweight.

Whitebeard pressed his lips tightly together and gripped Murakumogiri with all his strength.

Oars was his son, family he had acknowledged.

But he understood better than anyone that war... meant sacrifice.

From the moment he stepped onto this battlefield, he had prepared himself to lose his sons.

Oars would not be the first, nor would he be the last.

Anger could not bring victory. Only calm could.

He forced down the grief, rage, and killing intent churning in his chest, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic battlefield like that of a hawk.

Then, he saw it—the "path" Oars had bought with his life.

The place where Little Oars had fallen happened to be the densest, most crucial part of the Marine defense line.

His enormous body had now become the battlefield's most difficult obstacle and cover.

It not only blocked part of the Marines' line of sight and firing lanes behind him.

It had also smashed a huge, bloody gap into what had seemed like an impenetrable defense line.

"My sons!!!" Whitebeard's voice boomed like thunder. "Do you see the path Oars left for us?! Follow it! Charge—!!!"

He swung the enormous naginata Murakumogiri forward.

"For Oars! Crush them—!!!"

"For Oars—!!!"

"For Oars—!!!"

"Charge—!!!"

The Whitebeard Pirates' morale was utterly ignited by Little Oars's sacrifice.

Their eyes bloodshot, the pirates charged like madmen