The Defeated Marines
The white-haired Five Elders, wielding samurai swords, frowned deeply. Their aged voices were icy and chilling, filled with disbelief and shock:
"With just Taijutsu and basic Ninjutsu, and without even activating the Complete Body Susanoo, he could overwhelm Sakazuki and Borsalino together and rout tens of thousands of elite Marines? Such combat power far surpasses the level of the Four Emperors!"
Dressed in a dark suit and sporting a curly beard, the Five Elders tapped their fingertips heavily on the table, their eyes filled with deep apprehension and lingering fear.
"Previous intelligence indicated that Madara Uchiha severely injured Kaido, which led us to overestimate his strength. Now it seems we still seriously underestimated the Uchiha Clan's resources."
The third of the Five Elders spoke in a deep voice, his tone extremely serious. "Sabaody is the core hub of the first half of the Grand Line, connecting the Four Blues and linking Paradise with the New World."
Once completely destroyed and lost, the order of the entire Grand Line will collapse, the credibility of the World Government will be utterly destroyed, and chaos will follow across the Four Blues!
"What's even more frightening is that this person hasn't used his true trump card yet." The last of the Five Elders had a deep look in his eyes, having seen through the essence of the battle.
"He completely overwhelmed the enemy, held back throughout, and tested them the entire time. He was savoring the battle from beginning to end, never unleashing his full power. If he had gone all out, the entire area of Sabaody would have been wiped off the map today."
The Five Elders exchanged glances, each seeing deep apprehension and solemnity in the other's eyes.
"Immediately issue the order to Sengoku!" The white-haired Five Elders solemnly issued the highest command, "Order the Marine Headquarters to strictly prohibit any rash reinforcements, to strictly prohibit any desperate charges, and to strictly prohibit any escalation of conflict!"
The remaining navy should hold their ground, preserve their strength, and passively contain the enemy. They must absolutely not provoke Madara Uchiha completely out of control!
"Continuously monitor the battle situation and record all combat data to investigate their combat capabilities and true objectives. At the same time, block all news from the entire territory, strictly control the spread of public opinion, and prevent unrest Four Blues!"
"Furthermore, closely monitor all movements of the Uchiha Clan and immediately activate the highest level of alert!"
The chilling orders were transmitted through Den Den Mushi) throughout the Marine Headquarters, and a game concerning the entire ocean's balance of power quietly escalated.
The crushing battle on the shores of Sabaody Archipelago has yet to cease.
In the center of the battlefield, Madara Uchiha stood atop the devastated ruins, his Susanoo receding, transforming back into a close-fitting bone armor to protect his vital points.
His gaze swept indifferently over the disheveled and wounded naval soldiers scattered across the ground. Looking at the dilapidated defenses and the crumbling morale of the troops, his interest completely vanished.
Akainu, leaning on his broken lava arm, struggled to support himself. His body was covered in wounds and his breathing was disordered, yet he still stared intently at Madara's figure, his eyes filled with defiance and humiliation.
Kizaru stood to one side, his short black hair disheveled and plastered to his face, his golden light dimmed, and his aura weak. He had completely shed all his laziness and casualness, leaving only endless solemnity and powerlessness.
All the Vice Admiral were wounded and panting heavily. Tens of thousands of naval remnants retreated in disarray, their morale low and all their initial fighting spirit and imposing presence gone.
Ban slowly opened his mouth, his clear, cold voice echoing across the ravaged coastline, each word carrying immense weight and resonating deep within the heart:
"I have no intention of slaughter or destruction in today's battle. I have come here only to deliver a warning and to settle accounts with the Navy for their despicable acts of secretly plotting against my Uchiha clan."
"You insisted on forming an encirclement and annihilation force, insisted on starting the war, and insisted on trying to suppress me with sheer numbers. Since you chose war, you must bear the consequences of defeat."
He raised his eyes and gazed into the distance, his gaze passing over the chaotic, fleeing streets of the archipelago, looking towards the boundless sea, his tone carrying an unchanging arrogance and domineering air:
"Remember the crushing defeat and humiliation of today. Whether you protect the order of this sea or not is none of my concern. But if any of you dare to touch the dignity, the clan members, or the bottom line of my Uchiha Clan, I will personally trample all your order and justice."
"I, Ban, am never afraid of being surrounded by thousands, and I am never afraid of so-called justice."
"The banding together of the weak can never stop the advance of the strong. Today is merely a warning; a repeat offense will lead to annihilation."
As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling pressure of Chakra swept across the area once more, forcing all the marines present to lower their heads and remain silent, none daring to meet his gaze.
The young Asura stood alone amidst the smoke and ruins of war, his presence overwhelming, his gaze commanding respect Four Blues.
The Sabaody battle, which shook the Grand Line and alarmed the Holy Land Mary Geoise, continues slowly amidst extreme one-sided crushing and endless shock and panic.
The flames of war along the coast of the Sabaody Archipelago have long since burned away the last vestiges of warmth and order in this Paradise sea.
The coastal battlefield, stretching for thousands of meters, was completely transformed into a desolate, hellish ruin. The hardened black earth collapsed and cracked layer by layer under countless crushing forces.
Countless abyssal fissures stretched endlessly into the depths of the island, with scorching geothermal heat and rising steam gushing out from the cracks, enveloping the entire battlefield in a hazy, sweltering, and deathly silence.
The ground was littered with shattered warship wreckage, twisted and deformed heavy cannons, broken and shattered naval weapons, and countless bloodstained armor fragments scattered in the dust. The smoke and faint smell of blood mingled with the salty smell of the sea, forming a suffocating atmosphere of deathly silence that pressed down on the entire world.
After a long period of one-sided crushing defeat, the morale of tens of thousands of elite naval troops had long since collapsed and their formations were completely shattered.
The surviving soldiers were all wounded and exhausted. Their arms holding guns trembled violently, and their legs were so weak that they could barely stand. Countless people were panting heavily, their eyes filled with extreme fear and deep helplessness.
They had fought Four Blues and were seasoned warriors, long accustomed to bloodshed and carnage, but never before had they truly felt the despair of "ants looking up at the sky" as they did today.
All the lieutenant Vice Admiral in the headquarters were wounded and injured. Doberman, Momonga, Strawberry and others were in disarray, their Haki was exhausted, their tiger's mouths were cracked and bleeding, and their hands holding swords were trembling.
They exhausted their life's cultivation and poured out all their Haki power, desperately surrounding and defending their lines time and again, only to be easily defeated and forced to retreat in disarray time and time again. Their proud Taijutsu and naval defenses were as fragile as children toying with in the face of the power of the person before them.
The condition of the two Marine Admiral was extremely poor.
The crimson lava patterns around Akainu's body had become dull and cracked, and his body was covered with burns of varying depths. The once domineering magma was now completely disordered and floating, and he could no longer maintain his full-blown berserk state.
His chest heaved violently, each breath carrying a burning, scalding pain, the indomitable rage burning in his eyes long since extinguished by endless humiliation and powerlessness.