First it was Blackbeard, and now it was Crocodile.
The escapees from Impel Down had barged in again, adding a little more excitement to the war that was nearing its end.
Everyone in Oris Plaza focused on those figures.
The Marines surrounded them with swords and guns at the ready, holding their breath as they prepared for the worst.
"What in the world is going on with these people..."
Gulp.
A Marine swallowed, gripping his sword hilt with trembling hands. His gaze wavered.
One major incident after another had left many people confused about how this war would end.
Yet one man seized the opportunity to strike!
Scalding magma erupted without mercy, forming a vicious hound's head that lunged at Whitebeard from behind!
"Hell Hound!"
A murderous glint flashed across Sakazuki's grim face beneath his cap. There was no need to show pirates any honor!
Whitebeard turned around, reacting to the sudden attack.
The power of vibration enveloped his raised fist, but it pulled at his wounds once more!
Whitebeard's pupils contracted. Agonizing pain pierced his heart, leaving him unable to breathe. His entire body went numb, as if he had lost control of it.
"Die, Whitebeard!"
Bang!!
Akainu roared furiously, but the scorching magma was like a cold, merciless scythe of death. His fist punched upward and pierced straight through Whitebeard's chest!
"Gah!"
Whitebeard's eyes widened as he spat out a mouthful of blood. He grabbed Akainu's shoulder and swung Murakumogiri.
Akainu pulled back. His strike had missed, and he staggered.
Thud!
Whitebeard planted his long blade on the ground to steady himself. He looked down at his battered chest, a trace of desolation showing on his face.
He could feel his heart slowly burning away. The searing pain made even breathing difficult.
The sudden commotion drew everyone's attention.