Directly beneath the main island, the sea in this entire area had been completely frozen over, the ice surface riddled with uneven craters.
The moisture above the sea was saturated, and combined with the frigid temperature, even the water in the air condensed, causing irregular ice crystals to drift over this stretch of sea...
It was as though it were snowing!
A shard of ice crystal drifted slowly down, but before it could land on the ice, it was shattered by a burst of force. Two figures collided. Two ice blades crossed before a fist marked with dark purple patterns.
By this point in the battle, Aokiji's face showed faint traces of fatigue, yet his expression remained relaxed. With a tremor of his twin ice blades, the frigid air—already brought to its absolute peak with the aid of the environment—suddenly surged forth.
Wu Biao's face, covered in dark purple patterns, darkened as his left arm, which had been poised to strike, smashed forward.
Amid a thunderous boom, both men stomped on the ice and slid backward. Yet on closer inspection, one would notice that Wu Biao's feet had not fully touched the ice, leaving a gap of several centimeters.
The ice created by Aokiji not only posed no hindrance to himself, but could even increase his speed. For Wu Biao, however, the slipperiness of the ice greatly hampered both his movement and his ability to exert strength.
Once they came to a stop, Aokiji did not press his advantage. Instead, he raised his head toward the main island overhead, his brow creasing slightly. They could hear the conversation broadcast through the loudspeakers even from here.
"What ugly words and behavior. But they've activated the Buster Call... That's going to be troublesome."
Though he had not seen it himself, Aokiji could