Summit War 30

Natsu stood Susanoo's eyebrows, feeling the burning will of his clansmen behind him, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

What is the One Piece World?

What is the Ninja World anyway?

With Kunwu's Sage Mode, his newly awakened Mangekyo Sharingan, and the unyielding clansmen behind him, the Uchiha Clan's millennia-long accumulation of power over the Ninja World was achieved in the blink of an eye.

"From this day forward—" His voice boomed over the clash of Conqueror's Haki, overwhelmed the roar of the surging seawater, and descended like a divine pronouncement from the top of Susanoo, which stood 750 meters tall.

"The Uchiha are the only God Race in this world."

The next second, a Conqueror's Haki more terrifying than any of the previous ones exploded from his body.

The Conqueror's Haki of the more than twenty Uchiha clan members merged into it simultaneously, and more than twenty wills gathered together without reservation, pouring into Natsu's pressure like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

Saint Imu's crimson almond-shaped eyes suddenly narrowed for the first time—his Conqueror's Haki was forcibly suppressed.

Saint Imu's crimson almond eyes narrowed slightly, the ring-shaped patterns around the pupils slowly contracting in the aftershocks of the dark red Conqueror's Haki.

He didn't speak; he hadn't uttered a single word since he appeared. He simply raised the ancient-looking long-handled sword in his hand.

At the end of the hilt, dense Demonic Energy began to gather—it wasn't some kind of Haki, nor a Devil Fruit ability, but rather a more ancient and purer power.

As black as ink and as thick as blood, it overflowed from the end of the hilt and then, like a living thing, climbed and spread along the blade, turning the entire long-handled sword into an abyss that swallowed light.

The next second, Demonic Energy surged into the sky.

A torrent of pitch-black energy pierced through the clouds, condensing into a giant sword phantom hundreds of meters long tens of thousands of meters above the ground.

Before the sword even hit the ground, its pressure had already crushed the air below, causing the rubble on the ruins of Marineford to float in mid-air and tremble violently.

Heaven's Punishment Sword

Natsu stood between Susanoo's eyebrows, her Mangekyō Sharingan reflecting the massive Demonic Energy sword that was rapidly falling.

He neither dodged nor chose to confront it head-on.

The dark gold armor of Susanoo gleamed with a layer of crimson-gold patterns under the infusion of Senjutsu Chakra. The 750-meter-tall God of War gripped the Tang Saber tightly with both hands, and deep purple and blazing white light exploded on the blade at the same time—that was the intertwining and entanglement of Sage Art: Lightning Release and Senjutsu Chakra on the blade.

The blade and the demonic sword collided with a deafening roar in mid-air. In that instant, it seemed as if a sun of black and gold had risen above Marineford.

Marco moved at the very moment Saint Imu's Heaven's Punishment Sword collided with Natsu's Susanoo.

The entire battlefield was captivated by the black and gold "sun," and even the marines, who could barely stand, stared blankly upwards. No one noticed a blue afterimage skimming low over the ruins.

The Execution Platform has completely collapsed.

Ace was trapped under the rubble, his wrists still gripped tightly by the Seastone Handcuffs.

Marco's knees buckled and he almost collapsed when he landed. Gritting his teeth, he lifted the stone slab, grabbed Ace's arm, and dragged him out.

"Marco ..." Ace weakly raised his head.

"Don't speak, I'll take you back to your Pops's." The Phoenix's blue flames enveloped the two of them, and Marco flapped his wings and took flight.

Sakazuki suddenly turned his head at the edge of the lava pool in the distance.

Ace ran away.

The sinner who had to be executed, Roger's son, was pulled from the ruins by the Phoenix and was flying towards Whitebeard's direction.

Akainu's right arm instantly turned into magma, the stone slab beneath his feet was melted into a dark red molten pool by the high temperature, and he shot out like a cannonball, his scorching Magma Fist aimed straight at the blue afterimage in mid-air.

A figure crackling with lightning cut in from the side, slashing horizontally with Tachi. Lightning Release Chakra exploded into blinding blue-white arcs on the blade, abruptly halting Akainu's charge in mid-air.

"Who?!" Sakazuki's gloomy eyes, hidden beneath the brim of his baseball cap, were fixed on the two figures that had fallen onto the ruins.

Uchiha Yaoyu.

The Uchiha Yakumi.

The two men, each wielding a blood-dripping Tachi, stood expressionless between Akainu and Marco.

Their Sharingan were still in the Mangekyo Sharingan form, and the anger in their eyes had not yet subsided.

Yaoyu stared coldly at Akainu, his voice calm yet carrying a chilling edge. "Get out of my way—Navy scum."

Garp stood there, watching Marco's ball of blue flame carry Ace further and further away. The fist he had been clenching for most of the day finally loosened. He didn't chase after them, nor did he look at Sengoku. He simply lowered his still slightly trembling hand and exhaled a long breath.

He turned around and looked at the battlefield in the distance, a landscape of black and gold intertwined.

The 750-meter- Susanoo and Saint Imu's Heaven's Punishment Sword were still locked in a stalemate in mid-air, shockwaves rolling over the ruins one after another, repeatedly lifting the remains of Marineford into the sky and then slamming them down again.

He stared for a long time, and for the first time, his usually unserious eyes revealed a look of bewilderment that seemed completely incongruous with his title of "naval hero."

Then he stopped looking and stopped doing anything.

He sat down on the ruins like an old miner who had just crawled out of a mine, staring down at his blood-stained fists, saying nothing.

Standing on the ruins of the Execution Platform Sengoku, looking at the completely out-of-control battlefield before him, a deep sense of powerlessness rose on his face.

He was Fleet Admiral, a wise general and Sengoku the Buddha. He had commanded countless battles in his life, rising from the recruit camp to this position, all thanks to always having a new card to play.

But now he has no cards.

Akainu was blocked halfway by two Uchiha, Aokiji was overexerted in the previous attack, Kizaru's high mobility was a joke in front of the Complete Susanoo, Garp stopped, and the battlefield between Imu and Uchiha Natsu was not something he could interfere with.

He suddenly felt old, not just in age, but in the bare exhaustion that remained after the layers of his once-confident, all-knowing wisdom had been peeled away.

Newgate leaned on Murakumogiri, his chest rising and falling slowly. His gaze shifted from Garp to the dark golden war god in the distance.

He rarely respected anyone in his life; Rocks was one, and Roger was half a different person.

Now, that old bastard Garp is one of them too.

Having dealt with him for most of his life, he could obviously tell that Garp wasn't using his full strength at all.

Since their first encounter, Garp's punches have gotten heavier with each blow, but he's always held back a little. It's not that he's soft-hearted; it's that the old man has other plans in mind.

He wanted to stall for time in his own way—so as not to betray the Navy while giving Ace a chance to escape.

This old man, who spent his entire life torn between justice and family ties, ultimately chose the most foolish method.

Garp knew his strength better than anyone else.