Summit War 2! Whitebeard at His Peak!

Below the execution platform, the Three Admirals also noticed the anomaly almost at the same time.

Akainu's expression changed first. He didn't change his arms-crossed posture, but his eyes under his baseball cap narrowed into dangerous slits.

Aokiji slowly lowered his hands from his pockets, and the white mist he exhaled was thicker than before.

Kizaru didn't speak, but tilted his head to re-examine the figure striding towards him in the distance, the cynical smile on his lips nowhere to be seen.

The entire Marineford, with its 100,000 elite naval troops, was rendered speechless at the last moment before the battle began, overwhelmed by a figure who had not yet made a move.

When Whitebeard stomped on the stone slab at the head of the bay, the entire Marineford trembled.

The shockwave spread outwards from him in all directions, seawater rushed into the cracks, and the gun emplacements on the shore emitted a piercing metallic twisting sound.

Murakumogiri halfway through his hand, then slammed the hilt heavily onto the ground, creating a deep crater in the hard stone floor, with cracks spreading outwards in all directions.

Immediately, a shockwave visible to the naked eye exploded from the point of contact between the hilt of the sword and the ground, carrying countless fragments of stone and dust, roaring and tearing towards the naval defense line in front of the plaza.

"Impact stance!" the officer in the front row roared, but the shockwave was far faster than human instinct.

A gap was forcibly torn open in the entire defensive line, smoke and dust filled the air, and screams and commands mingled together.

Sengoku suddenly stood up from the commander's seat, placed his hands on the railing, and swept his gaze across the bay like a hawk.

Whitebeard was far stronger than the intelligence reports suggested—a fact he had already processed, and that wasn't on his mind at the moment.

His Observation Haki had already filled the entire plaza, from the bay to the execution platform, from the sky to the sea, every aura was clearly understood by him.

But that's not enough.

He always felt something was missing.

"Fire the entire ship! Seal the breach!" he ordered in a deep voice, his tone still as calm and decisive as Fleet Admiral's. But Crane, standing behind him, noticed that his right hand was gripping the railing tightly, his knuckles never loosening since the start of the battle.

The warships at the bay simultaneously turned their cannons around, and dozens of shells, trailing fiery red tails, streaked across the sky, exploding into a continuous curtain of fire around the Whitebeard.

Before the thick smoke had even dissipated, a blue flame shot into the sky from the smoke screen— Marco's arms transformed into burning blue wings, and like a shooting star flying in reverse, he crashed straight into the outermost warship at the head of the bay.

Several officers who attempted to intercept him using Geppo were swept away by a flap of his wings. The flames of the Phoenix touched the sea soldiers' clothes but did not burn; instead, they enveloped them and gently tossed them toward the shore, leaving them dazed and confused but alive.

He skillfully circled halfway in the air, lowered his altitude, and skimmed over the artillery positions on the west side of the square. The wind pressure generated by his wings directly lifted several fixed gun emplacements off their bases.

"Marco! Don't rush too fast!" Jozu's arms transformed into translucent Diamond, his entire body reflecting dazzling light under the illumination of the gunfire.

A shell came hurtling towards him, but he dodged it to the side, and the shell exploded into a shower of sparks on his shoulder without him even flinching.

Taking advantage of a lull in the impact, he plunged his hands into the ground and exerted tremendous force, forcefully lifting a piece of ice rock the size of a small hill from the ice surface at the head of the bay. He then raised it high above his head and slammed it down on the dense naval formation in the center of the square.

"Ice Block - Ice Block: Pheasant Beak!" An ice bird flew out from below the Execution Platform and crashed into the giant ice rock. The two extremely cold forces collided in mid-air, exploding into a sky full of ice shards.

Before the ice shards even hit the ground, Kuzan had already ascended into the air using Geppo, conjuring two ice spears in each hand and hurling them at Marco, who was wreaking havoc at the head of the bay.

Marco dodged one sword to the side, while the other was cleaved in two by the 14th Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates from the side.

"Aokiji, kid!" Whitebeard's laughter came from below, and the shockwave blasted out again, this time towards mid-air— Kuzan's figure was shaken so badly that he tumbled several times in the air before barely managing to steady himself. When he landed, his right foot had already elementalized, turning into a pile of ice shards scattered all over the ground, and then instantly reforming into a leg upon landing.

He straightened up, exhaled a puff of white mist, and frowned slightly.

At that moment, Sakazuki made his move.

He stood below the Execution Platform, arms crossed, baseball cap pulled low, without moving an inch since the start of the war.

It wasn't until Whitebeard's second shockwave grazed the fortress on the left side of the plaza, collapsing a corner of it and sending rubble into the stone slabs at his feet, that he slowly raised his head.

The moment his right arm was raised, it transformed into surging magma, large clumps of which dripped from his arm, splattering onto the stone floor with a hissing, scorching sound.

"Great Eruption!" The Magma Fist shot out like a volcanic eruption, leaving a long trail of black smoke as it tore through the sky above the plaza and crashed straight down toward the Moby Dick at the head of the bay.

The Whitebeard laughed loudly, raised his hand, and punched the air.

The atmosphere shattered like glass under his fist, and the shockwave collided with the Magma Fist in mid-air, causing the shockwave to capsize several small gunboats on both sides of the bay.

The magma was shattered into countless tiny sparks that fell into the sea with a hissing sound.

The two sides' lines were repeatedly locked in a tug-of-war at the junction of the bay and the square.

The pirates charged onto the ice time and time again, only to be pushed back by the intense artillery fire and the officers' resistance.

The Navy's defenses were as impenetrable as an iron barrel. Although Whitebeard's Division Commander were individually formidable, the Navy's numerical superiority was simply too great. Often, as soon as a gap was torn open, a reserve force would immediately fill it.

The battle has been going on for less than a quarter of an hour, and hundreds of bodies from both sides are already lying on the ice, their blood staining the white ice a shocking dark red.

The Sengoku was not paying attention to these things.

His Observation Haki was always spread out of the battlefield, repeatedly sweeping across the sea, sky, and even the seawater under the ice around the bay.

Uchiha Natsu wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

He is a vengeful person—he made it very clear that four members of his clan were exchanged for one Celestial Dragons, and that this was just interest.

Today, the Three Admirals have gathered at Marineford, and 100,000 elite troops are stationed in the square. If he wanted revenge, what could be more humiliating to the Navy than taking Ace off the Execution Platform in front of Den Den Mushi broadcast live worldwide?

Kizaru called him a madman, but Sengoku never thought it was a joke.

"Tsuru," he lowered his voice, without turning his head, "Have Borsalino activate his Observation Haki to its maximum. Ignore Whitebeard, keep your eyes on the sky above the plaza. He'll definitely find a way in from a direction we can't expect."

Tsuru didn't ask any further questions, but simply nodded slightly and relayed the order to Kizaru via Den Den Mushi.