Akainu: This Old Man Is a Monster! He's F***ing Over Eighty!
Without the slightest hesitation, he roared the order to retreat, "Everyone, immediately withdraw from the defensive line! All clansmen, retreat to the protection zone of Susanoo at once! Hurry!!"
The remaining dozens of Nightingale Guard and Night Owl Guard dared not hesitate for a moment. They all abandoned their crumbling Forbidden Technique defenses, Chakra full chakra, and retreated explosively, instantly taking refuge under the protection of the Third Form Susanoo on the two warships.
The two top Night Owl Guard members who controlled the Mangekyō Sharingan had solemn expressions. Their ocular power exploded at full speed, and their hands quickly Hand Seals, continuously pouring massive amounts of Chakra into the two Third-Tier Susanoo bodies.
The Crow Tengu Armor covering his entire body shone brightly, solidified, and became even stronger. The pitch-black flames of the Kagutsuchi coiled around the surface of the armor, Sword of Totsuka hovered in front of him, quietly gathering its power, firmly protecting all his clansmen within the absolutely safe defensive core.
At the same time, the tribesmen collectively controlled the giant warship, with sails fully unfurled and oars blazing wildly. Braving towering waves and violent winds, the warship struggled to retreat on the turbulent and chaotic sea, constantly widening the fatal distance from the center of the battlefield, avoiding the world-destroying aftershocks that could crush everything.
Far off the coast, tens of thousands of naval survivors who had managed to escape the core battlefield stood frozen in place, their bodies ice-cold and their minds trembling, staring blankly at the battlefield that had been completely swallowed up by chaotic energy.
Everyone's legs were trembling uncontrollably. Even though they had retreated to a safe area, the lingering force from afar still made them feel breathless and heavy-hearted. A fear from the depths of their souls gripped everyone's mind.
Akainu stood atop a still-stable high ground, the chaotic lava energy around him completely subsided, and for the first time, an undisguised shock and solemnity appeared on his usually resolute, cold, and ruthless face.
Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his strong cheeks and dripping onto the gravel-strewn ground.
His mind raced with memories of the past, and a storm raged within him.
He had seen Garp in his youth with his own eyes.
In that era, Garp was in his prime, full of fighting spirit, and invincible on the seas. He repeatedly held off the Pirate King Roger, defeating the king of the seas and forcing him to retreat in disarray. He was the most brilliant and unbeatable legendary hero of the old era.
But that was Garp at his peak.
Garp is now over eighty years old, even older than the late Whitebeard, the World's Strongest Man.
In everyone's mind, time never defeats heroes, but it will inevitably weaken their physique and diminish their fighting power. Even top-level experts will see their strength decline significantly as they age.
Akainu has roamed the seas for decades, rising to the rank of Marine Admiral. He has diligently honed his Haki and Devil Fruit abilities, already placing him among the top ranks of the Admiral-Yonko Level. He believes that there are very few people in the entire ocean who can truly suppress him.
He was convinced that even if the aging and frail Garp had a deep foundation and retained some of his power, he could not possibly be much stronger than himself in his prime.
But today's earth-shattering blow completely overturned his decades-long understanding of martial arts.
This doesn't look like an aging, frail veteran at all.
This is clearly a peerless monster lurking within the navy, transcending time!
At the advanced age of eighty or ninety, his physical functions should have long since declined, yet he was still able to unleash such terrifying power that could tear apart the heavens and earth and shatter the islands. Such combat power had already surpassed the limits of the Admiral-Yonko Level level!
Kizaru was standing to the side, completely abandoned all his usual laziness and playfulness. His golden pupils were fixed on the center of the battlefield, and his face, which was always wearing a perfunctory smile, was now solemn.
He raised his hand and gently wiped away the dust and gunpowder from his cheeks. He casually held the broken sunglasses between his fingers, his tone filled with heartfelt apprehension and sigh, as he softly lamented.
"This is so unreasonable..."
Kizaru's voice was deep and heavy, completely devoid of its former frivolity and nonchalance, filled with genuine shock.
"I always thought that the passage of time was a shackle that no strong person could escape, even legendary heroes would lose their edge and decline in combat power as they grew old. Now I see that I was too naive. This Vice Admiral general is simply a being who defies common sense."
The shock he felt was no less than that of Akainu. Having traveled the Four Blues and dealt with top-tier powerhouses for many years, he had seen Kaido's thunderous roar, Big Mom's Totto Land, and the destructive attacks of countless Emperor Level powerhouses. But none of them could unleash such pure, domineering, and unreasonable physical Conqueror's Haki's Haki at such an advanced age.
At the same time, in the shadows of the battlefield, a horrific tragedy of annihilation unfolded.
The group of CP Agent were originally hiding deep in the dense forests of the archipelago, responsible for secretly observing the battle situation, collecting intelligence on Madara Uchiha's combat strength, and waiting for the communication Holy Land, have been completely wiped out.
They had concealed themselves with their superior stealth skills, believing themselves to be within a safe observation range, never expecting the aftershocks of the clash between two top-tier experts to be so terrifying.
The violent torrent of energy swept through the dense forest at a speed far exceeding everyone's reaction limits, giving them absolutely no chance to escape.
Several ordinary CP Agent didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were instantly engulfed, crushed, and torn apart by the terrifying aftershocks. Their flesh, bones, and clothing were all annihilated in the chaotic energy, leaving no trace of their remains and causing them to perish completely.
The entire dense forest was instantly leveled, towering trees were uprooted and crushed into dust, soil and rocks flew everywhere, the ground collapsed, and all the previously hidden observation points were reduced to nothingness.
Only a handful of battle-hardened, Haki, and highly skilled CP0 core members, relying on their exceptional crisis prediction and instincts honed through years of life-and-death experience, are able to survive.
At the last moment, he unleashed his full Haki to protect his body, desperately rolling and tumbling to escape, barely managing to survive the aftermath of the world's destruction.
Even those who miraculously survived were all severely injured, their clothes torn and their flesh mangled, their bodies covered with burns and lacerations of varying depths, their domineering Haki depleted and disordered, gasping for breath, their faces filled with extreme horror and an unforgettable fear.
The shadow of death was just a hair's breadth away from them.
Before he could calm the fear in his heart, the CP0 leader staggered to his feet. Ignoring the excruciating pain and wounds all over his body, he trembled as he pulled out the highest-level Black Den Den Mushi from his pocket. His fingertips trembled with extreme shock and lingering fear.