The Slain Chance of Victory

The two sides had been fighting for less than half an hour.

The pirates had lost several hundred men, leaving only around fifteen hundred.

The Navy's losses were even more staggering, dropping directly from more than fifty thousand to around forty-five thousand.

Nearly four thousand of those deaths had been caused by Maud alone.

While fighting Kizaru and Fujitora by himself, he had still managed to kill nearly four thousand elite Marines.

The suffocating pressure created by such terrifying strength had taken deep root in the hearts of countless Marines.

Therefore.

Although they still held an absolute advantage on the surface, many Marines who had experienced the Summit War and the Impel Down War felt inexplicably uneasy just from looking at Maud.

But no matter what, they could only believe that Admiral Fujitora and Admiral Kizaru were merely at a temporary disadvantage.

As time passed, they would surely be able to tie Maud down, or even suppress him.

What they needed to do now was quickly wipe out the pirates on the battlefield under the lead of the new Pacifistas.

The surrounding Marines barely steadied their emotions and reluctantly withdrew their gazes before launching attacks at the pirates in the field.

Attacks of every kind fell upon the pirates like the scythes of death.

The gears of war, which had suddenly stopped when Maud, Kizaru, and Fujitora arrived, began turning once more amid deafening roars as the Navy launched a ferocious assault.

The two sides clashed in a chaotic melee.

Clanging rang across the sky, while blood fell to the ground amid screams.

On the open ground.

Maud's and Kizaru's and Fujitora's gazes met in midair, while the fighting around them seemed unrelated to them.

Sizzle--

Thin black-red arcs of electricity suddenly flowed across Shusui, hanging at Maud's side.

It