Summit War 35

Countless dark golden giant fists collided violently with the pitch-black slash in mid-air.

At that moment, it seemed as if a sun, a mixture of dark gold and pitch black, had risen above Marineford.

The balance of the entire world is being violently shaken by this collision that transcends cognition.

The next second, a light so bright that its color was indistinguishable exploded between heaven and earth.

Then, the sound disappeared.

It wasn't the kind of silence that comes when the fighting stops; it was the kind of deathly stillness that comes when the whole world is sucked into a vacuum.

Countless massive, dark gold fists, clad in Susanoo, continued to fall from the sky, while the pitch-black slash that pierced the heavens and earth relentlessly tore apart every wooden arm before it. The two forces collided, annihilated, and devoured each other—

Even though the earth was cracking, the sea was evaporating, and the air was burning, I could hear nothing.

Even the distant, surging tsunami seemed to have become a silent film.

Garp had never been so afraid in his life.

He wasn't afraid of death—he was afraid of the group of young people behind him, the greenhorns who had only been in the army for a few years, the officers who had been transferred from the Four Blues Branch by military orders, and the ordinary marines who hadn't even scratched the surface of Haki. They shouldn't have died here.

He turned around and roared with all his might behind him.

No one heard what he shouted, but his wide-open mouth and distorted face made Sengoku instantly understand the word.

"Run--!!!" Sengoku shouted as well. His Golden Buddha Form had already been shattered in the previous attack, and the sound squeezed out of his throat was barely audible to himself, but he didn't care.

He frantically waved his arms at the officers behind him, pointing in the direction of the warship, over and over again.

Akainu charged over from the edge of the lava pool, grabbed two stunned majors, and tucked them under his arms.

Aokiji's icy path spread across the ruins, freezing several stunned lieutenants along the way before flinging them directly towards the warship.

Kizaru transformed into a streak of light, grabbing two Vice Admiral in each hand before they could even react, and flew upwards.

No one distinguished by rank or faction; at that moment, they had only one thought—to capture as many people as possible.

From the direction of the bay, the Whitebeard man's face, blackened by gunpowder smoke, was contorted with horror.

Murakumogiri swung his hand fiercely, and the shockwave no longer attacked anyone, but instead pushed his still-dazed sons behind him toward the Moby Dick.

His mouth was agape, his white beard trembling silently, every lip movement screaming the same word.

Every pirate understood.

run.

They threw off their weapons, kicked off their boots, dragged the wounded around them, and ran desperately toward the Moby Dick.

At the bow of the Moby Dick, Uchiha Fugaku's Mangekyo Sharingan spun wildly. His Complete Susanoo stretched out a giant hand, scooping up dozens of pirates from the deck, while simultaneously roaring at his feet—though no one could hear it, the gesture and his eyes were crystal clear: Hold on tight, don't let go.

The pirates scrambled onto Susanoo's arms, gripping any protrusions on the armor tightly.

Uchiha Kei, Uchiha Yaoyu, and Uchiha Yakumi simultaneously grew legs from their Susanoo, enveloping their clansmen and companions within the protective range of their energy armor, and strode wildly toward the Moby Dick.

A pink figure sprang out of the ruins and scrambled toward Uchiha Fugaku.

Doflamingo's feathered coat was torn to shreds by the shockwave, and his sunglasses were long gone. He ran while frantically shouting towards Fugaku, his mouth clearly forming the words—

"Wait for me! I'm one of them too!" Not far behind him, Hawkeye was running at full speed with one hand carrying the Black Blade, Hancock kicked off her high heels and ran barefoot, Crocodile turned into a sandstorm and swept Moria along, and even Kuma used the Paw-Paw Fruit's power to keep propelling forward.

No one stopped. No one dared to stop.

Garp, with three marines between him, stomped through the ground, creating a series of deep craters, and charged toward the nearest warship without looking back.

He spent most of his life on the battlefield, fighting from God Valley to Marineford, witnessing the downfall of Rocks, the execution of Roger, and countless battles worthy of being recorded in history.

But never before had he felt such a strong urge to run faster, and even faster.

It wasn't cowardice; it was that the exploding force behind me was something that flesh and blood shouldn't have to face.

When the aftershocks spread, there was no sound, no light, not even wind.

The ripple was transparent, as if someone was using the whole world as a canvas and erasing its contents stroke by stroke with an eraser.

It's not destruction, it's erasure.

The earth, the stone slabs, the cannons, the broken masts, the scattered shells—everything touched by that invisible ripple vanished silently before everyone's eyes, leaving not a speck of dust behind.

Coby was swept along by the crowd, losing one shoe in the process. His feet were cut raw and bleeding from the rubble, but he felt no pain at all.

He glanced back—the Giant Vice Admiral, the massive man tens of meters tall who had just been shielding them from the rubble, had just struggled to his feet from the ruins, and ripples had already washed over his ankles.

First the feet, then the legs, then the waist; the enormous body seemed to be immersed in some invisible solution, dissolving layer by layer from the edges.

No blood, no screams, only silent annihilation.

Coby opened his mouth wide, letting out a scream that even he himself couldn't hear.

"Help me! Help me!!"

Jinbe grabbed an injured pirate and charged forward desperately. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man not far to his side—the captain of a subordinate pirate crew under Whitebeard, a big pirate with a bounty of several hundred million, a notable figure in the New World.

Faced with the approaching ripples, he released the wounded man he was dragging, turned around, pushed his Armament Haki to its limit, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and roared as he prepared to take the hit head-on.

Ripples spread across his arm; the Armament Haki didn't shatter or crack, but simply dispersed silently, like ink dissolving in water.

Then the arms, then the shoulders, then the whole body.

The notorious pirate with a bounty of hundreds of millions vanished from the world like a line of text erased by an eraser.

Fear, like a cold hand, gripped everyone's heart.

Akainu, with two majors in tow, continued charging forward, the stone slabs beneath his feet melting into lava from his intense heat. He didn't even have the energy to glance back.

Aokiji's icy path unfolded behind him, freezing a lagging lieutenant and throwing him forward. The next second, the spot where he had just been standing was swallowed up by ripples.

Kizaru transformed into a streak of light, rapidly traversing through the air. The two Vice Admiral he was carrying turned pale with fright, and the usual lazy smile on his lips was gone.