Summit War 20
Marco let out a long breath, his blue wings unfurled again, and he no longer looked at the ten giants.
He only needed to know one thing— Uchiha Natsu was not an enemy.
He turned around and yelled at the Whitebeard Pirates members who were still standing there in a daze, "What are you all standing there for! Now—charge!"
"Susanoo!"
With a low shout from Uchiha Natsu, ten Semi-Complete Susanoo and moved.
Five figures lunged at the Gunko, five surrounded the Akainu, and ten dark gold Tang Saber slashed down simultaneously from different angles.
That wasn't a siege, it was an encirclement and slaughter—each strike was enough to tear a gaping hole tens of meters long in the navy's steel defenses, and now those blades intertwined to form an impenetrable net of death.
Sakazuki's magma formed an arc-shaped wall of fire in front of him. Susanoo's blade slashed into the magma, the high temperature scorching the edge of the Chakra Blade until it turned slightly red, but the momentum of the blade did not diminish, and it forcefully cleaved a gap in the wall of fire.
He barely managed to dodge the second slash coming straight at him, then his right arm transformed into Hound Dog and slammed into the chest of one of the Susanoo. The dark gold armor was blasted into a charred crater by the lava, but the blade of another Susanoo swept in from the side, forcing him to retract his fist and retreat.
He had never fought such a frustrating battle in his life—his magma was enough to instantly vaporize steel, but it would take at least two or three full-force blows to cleave through the armor of a Susanoo, and for every punch he threw, four swords awaited him from the other four giants.
It's endless, so annoying!
The Gunko's condition was even worse than Akainu's.
Her arrows were effective against Susanoo's armor— the Armament Haki embedded in the arrowheads could indeed carve cracks in the armor—but the problem was that every time she drew her bow, at least three Tang Saber would simultaneously come hurtling towards her head.
She dodged constantly on the Arrowhead Bird, the trajectory lines of the arrows being shattered amidst the flashing blades.
She had just found an opening and aimed at the forehead of one of the Susanoo, but before she could release the bowstring, a Tang Saber came crashing down on her head.
This time she didn't dodge. The blade slashed in from her left shoulder and out from her right hip, splitting her in two diagonally.
Blood and bits of flesh exploded in mid-air, Arrowhead Bird lost control, turning into countless translucent arrow fragments scattered all over the ground.
Before the surrounding marines could even scream at the sight, the pieces of flesh and blood mist seemed to be drawn together by some invisible force, reassembling, piecing together, and healing in mid-air.
In just a few breaths, Gunko was standing in the same spot again. The tear in his pure white cloak from the blade was still there, but his body under the cloak was completely intact, without even a scar.
She glanced down at the fading knife mark on her chest, then looked up at Susanoo, still in its slashing Susanoo, a genuine rage flashing in her eyes—not dying, but the pain of being cleaved in two was no less intense.
No one had time to care why she could come back from the dead.
Everyone on the battlefield was fighting desperately. The Vice Admiral were locked in fierce combat with the pirate captains, the remains of the Pacifista were still burning, and every collision between Whitebeard and Garp in the distance shook the earth.
Who cares if a woman's body was broken and then pieced back together? Those who can breathe keep going, those who can't breathe lie down forever, it's that simple.
High in the sky, Kizaru transformed into a streak of light, constantly dodging the Wood Dragon's attacks.
His light projectiles only managed to send up a splatter of wood chips when they hit the Wood Dragon, while the Wood Dragon's regeneration rate far exceeded his destructive speed.
He had just dodged the tail sweep of one Wood Dragon Wood Dragon when another coiled around him from the side, followed by a massive shadow pressing down from above—
The Wood Golem, over a hundred meters tall, had somehow blocked his retreat, and slammed its palms together towards him.
Kizaru's speed of light is indeed unmatched in the ocean, but the Wood Golem and the Wood Dragon don't need to catch up with him; they only need to compress his dodging space inch by inch.
At the heart of all the battles, Uchiha Natsu's true form was engaged in the most direct and dangerous close-quarters combat with Steel Bone Kong.
The empty Armament Haki iron fist slammed into Susanoo's breastplate, creating a spiderweb-like network of cracks;
Natsu's Tang Saber swept across at the same time, forcing Kong to retreat half a step using the Shave technique.
The speed of their attacks and defenses was so fast that the rear Rear Admiral- level marines on the sidelines couldn't even see their movements. They could only see the dark golden blades and the iron-black fist shadows constantly colliding, separating, and colliding again amidst the smoke.
Kong grew increasingly silent as the fight progressed. The Armament Haki on his fists had evolved from a simple hardening and covering to a Ryuo, reddish glow—a killing move typically used against opponents of similar strength in Taijutsu.
But this brat in front of him, every time he thought he was about to pierce through that armor, new Chakra would fill the crack, repairing it so quickly it was as if the punch had never even landed.
He began to understand why the Sengoku Association repeatedly circled the phrase "This person cannot be evaluated by common sense" in red in their report—this was something that couldn't be explained by common sense at all.
On the other side of the battlefield, Uchiha Yaoyu and Uchiha Yakumi had just finished off a Headquarters Vice Admiral.
Blood was still dripping from their Tachi, and their breaths hadn't quite caught up when they caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance using seven swords to hold off three Whitebeard Pirates.
Eight arms, seven knives, one held in the right hand, and the other six extending from the back and sides—those weren't real arms, but hair.
His jet-black hair, under the control of Life Return, hardened like steel cables, the ends coiled with six gleaming longswords, weaving together with the sword in his right hand into an impenetrable web of blades. Onigumo.
The Yakumi gripping the knife handle tightened his grip suddenly, his knuckles turning white.
He recalled that a few months ago, on the sea Origin Island, this man was the first to rush up and simultaneously slash at Uchiha Yashiro with eight swords, which was the trigger for that conflict.
"The Yakumi." Yaoyu's voice was very low, without saying anything extra, but Yakumi saw the same anger in his eyes as he did.
The two launched their attacks almost simultaneously.
The recoil from the burst of Chakra created two deep craters in the ice beneath their feet, and two black afterimages shot straight at Onigumo like arrows released from a bow.
Without any probing or warning, two Tachi imbued with fire-attribute Chakra slashed down simultaneously from two different angles.
Onigumo's Observation Haki detected the undisguised killing intent just moments before the two launched their attack.
He turned abruptly, his single eye blazing with the same chilling rage—he remembered those two faces, and the battle outside Origin Island he lost his left arm.
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