Summit War 33

Newgate was indeed strong at his peak, at best on par with Roger, and couldn't even defeat Rocks, let alone Saint Imu's true form.

So, who exactly is it?

This war, which suddenly broke out out of nowhere, has drawn Ace into the very center of the Uzumaki, the King of the World has reappeared after decades, and that mysterious powerhouse who suddenly appeared and is now directly confronting Saint Imu —he is holding Gryphon's hand, his knuckles aching from the pressure.

When news of Ace's capture broke, he was intercepting Kaido's fleet on the outskirts of the New World.

At that time, he thought this was just a showdown between Whitebeard and the Navy. As long as he could hold off Kaido, even if Whitebeard couldn't win, he could at least bring the man back.

But now, Saint Imu has appeared.

The being he had always kept hidden deep in his heart, the one he considered his ultimate enemy, appeared without warning on the ruins of Marineford.

His entire life's plan, from the day Captain Roger was executed, from the day he handed the Straw Hat to Luffy, from the day he lost his arm in the East Blue, has always revolved around "how to deal with that Void Throne".

Everything's in chaos now.

Before the plan even reached that stage, the chessboard was overturned.

He released the knife handle, wiped his face with his one arm, and when he looked up again, his face no longer showed much emotion.

But what surged in that single eye was a solemnity that Beckman had never seen before in all the years he had followed him.

"Beckman," he began, his voice much lower than usual, "This sea is about to change."

As the dust settled, Saint Imu landed lightly atop a broken stone pillar. Her crimson almond eyes coldly gazed at the boy Susanoo's brows, her voice as calm as a statement of fact. "Who are you? I have never heard of any legend about you."

Natsu frowned almost imperceptibly.

In that previous clash, he was the one who lost.

Although it was just a test, the Sharingan's dynamic vision doesn't lie— Imu wasn't using his full strength.

Although he still had a few trump cards up his sleeve, he had to admit that the old monster's strength was even greater than he had anticipated.

Judging from the combat power shown so far, the opponent is at least at the Six Paths Level, roughly equivalent to Obito in his Six Paths before he achieved complete Sage of Six Paths Six Paths Obito.

If he went all out, he could probably go toe-to-toe with Naruto or Sasuke at their peak.

However, admitting defeat in front of so many people? That would be too embarrassing.

"You don't need to know who I am." Natsu looked down at Imu, his voice as cold as a wind blowing from the depths of a glacier. "A bunch of false gods. Before long, my name will resound throughout the entire world."

"I don't deny your talent." Imu didn't get angry; he simply raised his long-handled sword calmly. "But I also don't believe you have the ability to leave here today. Sky-Slicing Slash."

Demonic Energy and Conqueror's Haki simultaneously flowed into the blade, and with a single slash, the pitch-black strike aimed straight for Susanoo's brow.

"You really think you're something special." Natsu's Mangekyo Sharingan suddenly contracted, Susanoo swung its sword to deflect the attack. "I told you—a false god is a false god, destined to cower in the shadows for the rest of your life!"

Before he finished speaking, dark gold patterns solidified around him, and a crimson gold fox mask slowly covered his profile. "Kunwu!"

Within the consciousness space within the body, the palm-sized crimson-gold fox suddenly opened its eyes, its cold crimson-gold vertical pupils staring directly at Saint Imu in front of it through the soul link.

The next second, the world changed color.

The sea beneath the ruins of Marineford began to churn violently, and countless towering ancient trees burst forth from the earth, their thick roots climbing up the ruins from the depths of the sea, shattering the broken stone slabs into pieces.

A tsunami thousands of meters high surged across the sea, causing the seabed rock layers to rise and transform into new continents, forcibly piecing together the previously fragmented Marineford.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, forming a pitch-black Uzumaki, with countless bolts of lightning churning within them, as if a heavenly tribulation had descended.

The unexplored One Piece World was Natural Energy that surged from all directions like a flood, forming a tornado hundreds of meters high. At the center of the tornado was Natsu, located between Susanoo's eyebrows.

His crimson-gold Senjutsu robes gradually solidified under the infusion of Natural Energy, and his aura rose steadily until it broke through some unseen shackle.

"How could this be? Hey, hey, hey, this is too much! Is this guy... even human?" Aokiji's expression froze completely.

Continents rising from the seabed, forests growing out of thin air, tsunamis stirred up by gales, thunderclouds rolling across the sky—every scene seemed like something out of a myth, yet it was all happening right before his eyes.

Ace, who had just been dug out of the rubble by Marco, stood with his mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

He had witnessed Natsu's earth-shattering battle with Kizaru on Origin Island, and seen the aftershocks of that single strike on the Sabaody Archipelago destroy half the harbor, but this scene before him—was this even possible with human power?

He turned his head stiffly and spoke dryly to Uchiha Yaoyu, who was maintaining the Susanoo's defense, "Seriously? Is Natsu that strong?"

Yaoyu didn't even look at him, her tone full of displeasure. "Shut up, you idiot. Young Master Natsu warned you long ago, Blackbeard is no simpleton—he has absolutely no brains."

"Uh... sorry." Ace scratched the back of his head and gave an awkward smile. "But that guy who just came out seems pretty strong. Will Natsu be alright?"

The person with the Yakumi chimed in irritably, "Idiot. How could someone as simple-minded as you possibly understand Young Master Natsu's methods? Just stay put."

Ace was repeatedly berated by the two brothers, but he didn't get angry.

He realized that this group of Uchiha were just a bunch of sharp-tongued but soft-hearted tsundere types—they might call him stupid, but from the time he met Natsu until now, hadn't they always been at the forefront, risking their lives?

Based solely on their relationship with Natsu, Natsu was willing to lead more than twenty members of his clan all the way to Marineford, single-handedly confronting four Admiral-Emperor Level fighters, taking on most of the pressure himself, and reducing the Whitebeard Pirates ' casualties to a minimum.

Even if you scold him or beat him up, he'd still have to stand up straight and take it.

"Don't be so cold." Ace smiled helplessly, then lowered his head earnestly. "I was wrong about this, and I apologize to you all."

Marco stood aside, watching Ace bow his head to the two brothers, Yaoyu and Yakumi, and sighed helplessly.

Not only Ace, but he had also seen through the facade of these Uchiha.

I'm short one yuan, too lazy to wait any longer, so I'll just send it directly.