Marineford, Oris Plaza.
Amid the battlefield filled with cries of battle and slaughter, both the Marines and the pirates instinctively cleared an open area around the two figures radiating immense power.
The battle between Whitebeard and Sengoku, two top-tier powerhouses, continued. Cracks covered the ground, dark red lightning burst from the void, and two vast, overwhelming auras collided without end.
However...
As time passed, Sengoku gradually began to show signs of decline.
Aokiji and Kizaru wanted to step in and support him, but Jozu and Marco held them back tightly, leaving them unable to interfere.
"Sengoku, I don't have time to play with you any longer!
It's time to end this!"
Whitebeard's gaze was icy as he looked at his old enemy standing before him, blood already seeping from his nose and mouth.
Hearing this, Sengoku, still gleaming with golden light in his Great Buddha Form, seemed to make up his mind. He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.
In truth, Sengoku could not understand why Whitebeard was still so strong!
According to the intelligence he had received, Whitebeard was already seventy-two this year, his body riddled with old wounds and hidden ailments. Besides receiving daily IV drips, he could not even be without an oxygen tank.
However...
The power Whitebeard displayed was still as mighty and terrifying as it had been in his youth!
Sengoku, on the other hand, had always paid great attention to maintaining his body. He possessed the power of a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit, yet his strength was still gradually declining. He was already far from his former self.
In short, one sentence summed up his current state... After such a prolonged battle, defeat was inevitable!
Ever since the war