Laser Beam

"Laser Beam..." On this battlefield filled with the smoke of war, suddenly, an extremely blazing beam of light shot out like a beast breaking free from its cage. This Laser Beam carried a world-destroying momentum, and wherever it passed, the air was violently scorched and distorted, emitting a "sizzling" sound, as if even space itself could hardly withstand its power.

"Hmm?" A hint of surprise flashed across Whitebeard's weathered face. His powerful Observation Haki, like an invisible yet impenetrable net, had already detected the Laser Beam. However, he was currently in a dilemma. One of his thick, pillar-like arms was clashing fiercely with Akainu's molten lava-like fist, each contact producing a deafening roar and sending Hanabi flying; while his other hand was desperately trying to block Garp's incomparably powerful Iron Fist. Each of Garp's punches seemed to contain the power to split the heavens and Whitebeard's body to tremble slightly. In this critical moment, he had no time to make any effective reaction.

"Pops..." Marco, witnessing this scene, turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror and anxiety. Without hesitation, he unleashed his power, instantly transforming into a dazzling Phoenix. This Phoenix radiated multicolored light, its wings flapping and creating bursts of scorching air. It charged forward like an arrow, its eagerness seemingly determined to break through the cruel rules of the battlefield. However, fate always seemed to play cruel tricks; he was a step too late. The Laser Beam, like a deadly meteor, whistled past his ear, scattering wisps of charred feathers, causing Marco's heart to sink.

At the same time, "Diamond" Jozu's tall and imposing body, like a moving mountain, surged towards Garp in the air. His eyes were fixed on Garp, revealing determination and resolve. He knew perfectly well that in this chaotic and dangerous battlefield, only by restraining Garp could his Pops truly unleash his full power and completely eliminate that Akainu. Jozu's entire body Shine Diamond light, like an indestructible fortress. He leaped high into the air, clenched his fists, and slammed them down fiercely towards Garp, the force of his attack seemingly capable of tearing the entire sky apart.

On the dimly lit battlefield, smoke filled the air, and the shouts of battle were deafening. He stood in the center of this chaos, his eyes filled with struggle and determination. However, at this moment, he could only grit his teeth and press on, as if being pushed forward by an invisible yet powerful force, leaving him no room for retreat.

His gaze swept past the billowing smoke of battle, and his heart clenched instantly. He saw Kizaru's ghostly attack, carrying a fierce momentum, landing directly on his Pops. For a moment, his mind seemed to freeze. For a brief instant, he felt as if everything around him had stopped, leaving only Kizaru's blinding Laser Beam and his Pops's imposing yet fragile body.

His feet instinctively wanted to run towards his Pops, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain. However, reason, like icy water, instantly extinguished the flames of his impulse. He knew clearly that he was too far from his Pops; even if he rushed there at top speed with all his might, it would be too late to save him. Every second felt like a heavy boulder, pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

Since that's the case, it's better to stick to the original plan and force Garp to retreat first. This thought was like a ray of light in the darkness, calming him down a bit. He gritted his teeth, suppressing his inner worry and fear, and refocused all his attention on the battle in front of him.

"Whoosh..." With a piercing sound, the sharp Laser Beam, like a deadly venomous snake, struck Whitebeard fiercely. At this critical moment, Whitebeard slightly moved his body. That seemingly slight movement seemed to contain boundless power and wisdom. Whitebeard's massive body turned slightly to the side, skillfully avoiding the Laser Beam's most lethal attack path.

Even though the attack struck Whitebeard, it didn't hit any vital organs. The beam of light left a shallow mark on Whitebeard's body, like another mark etched by time. At most, it was just a superficial wound. But this superficial wound served as a heavy warning bell, ringing in his heart. He knew that although his Pops was temporarily unharmed, the situation in this battle remained dire, allowing him no room for complacency. He took a deep breath, his eyes hardening, preparing to face the even more brutal challenges ahead.

"Asshole..."

On the battlefield, thick with smoke and fire, Marco's eyes were filled with determination and resolve. He suddenly exerted his strength, his powerful leg seemingly containing boundless power, kicking fiercely at Kizaru. The kick, accompanied by a whooshing sound, struck Kizaru instantly, the immense impact seeming to tear Kizaru body apart. Kizaru sent flying through the air in a long arc, like being hit by a cannonball. With a deafening roar, he crashed into the harbor wall hundreds of meters away, the wall instantly cracking under the force of the impact, sending debris raining down.

At this moment, Marco dared not relax for a moment. His fierce battle with Kizaru had made him acutely aware of his opponent's strength. He quickly adjusted his breathing, crouched slightly, and prepared to strike at any moment. He stood not far from Whitebeard, his eyes sharp, constantly scanning his surroundings vigilantly. His gaze darted through the crowd, not missing a single subtle movement, fearing that Whitebeard might be surrounded and ambushed again. He Dark-Dark Fruit vowed to protect Whitebeard and never let him suffer any further harm.

Meanwhile, Moke stood on a slightly elevated spot, closely observing the situation on the battlefield. He saw Marco successfully kick Kizaru away, his eyebrows involuntarily twitching, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He thought to himself that the crisis on Whitebeard's side was temporarily over. However, he did not let his guard down, and his gaze quickly shifted to Ace and Enel.

Ace and Enel were both panting heavily. Ace's chest heaved, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his hair. His face was slightly pale, and although the flame in his hand was still burning, it was clearly not as intense as it had been at the beginning. Enel wasn't in much better shape; his body trembled slightly, and veins bulged on his forehead, indicating that he had also expended a great deal of energy.

Moke sighed inwardly. Sure enough, while they possessed strength comparable to Admiral, they were still far from being true Admiral. Their stamina was rapidly depleting after the fierce battle. At this moment, Ace was tightly entangled by several Vice Admiral. These Vice Admiral coordinated perfectly, some attacking from the front, others flanking from the sides, leaving Ace struggling to keep up. Enel, on the other hand, was entangled by Smoker. Smoker's swirling smoke was like a ghost, constantly interfering with Enel's attacks. Indeed, all three were Logia; their abilities gave them unique advantages in battle, making it extremely difficult to determine a winner quickly. Watching this scene, Moke couldn't help but worry, wondering if Ace and Enel could break through this encirclement.

On this mysterious and endlessly challenging sea, the smoke of battle lingered. Surprisingly, none of the participants had Awakening Armament Haki. In this world teeming with powerful individuals, Armament Haki is like the key to victory. If they relied solely on their Devil Fruit Ability to attack, the situation would become a strange stalemate, with neither side able to truly injure the other.

Take Enel, for example. He's a user of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, radiating powerful and terrifying lightning. In his eyes, this guy who can turn into smoke at will is no match for him. His purple eyes are full of disdain as he thinks to himself that he controls lightning, one of the most violent forces in nature, and this Smoke-Smoke Devil Fruit User is like an ant before him. He has displayed the power of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit countless times in battle, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies. But now, facing this seemingly weak opponent, he feels incredibly frustrated.

Enel unleashed a barrage of thick bolts of lightning, each like a winding dragon, striking towards Moke, the Devil Fruit User, with a chilling roar. However, Moke simply twisted his body and vanished into thin air like smoke; the lightning passed through him without causing any harm. Enel attacked again and again, but could never hit his target. Beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his hands trembled slightly with rage.

At this moment, Enel's desire to learn Armament Haki became even stronger. He knew that without mastering Armament Haki, he was like a knife without a blade, no matter how sharp it was, he couldn't unleash its true power. Even someone he considered far weaker than himself couldn't do anything to him, which dealt a huge blow to his pride.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the battle he had fought against the Gum-Gum Devil Fruit User was immune to his abilities. That time, he was confident that his Rumble-Rumble Fruit powers would easily defeat him, but the user's rubber body rendered his lightning attacks completely ineffective. He frantically unleashed his lightning, only to watch helplessly as his opponent remained unscathed, ultimately being utterly defeated. That feeling of humiliation was like a sharp thorn, deeply embedded in his heart. He thought such humiliation would never happen again, but fate played a cruel joke on him, and now he had encountered this smoking guy again.

Enel stared at Moke, his eyes filled with resentment and anger. His heart felt as if it were being pierced by countless needles, the pain piercing through him. Each missed attack felt like salt being rubbed into his wounds.

On the other hand, Moke was fortunate to possess the Holy Sword. This Holy Sword emitted a mysterious and holy light, as if it contained boundless power. With it, Moke was like having an invincible shield. Unless he was quickly killed by the enemy, his stamina and recovery ability were terrifying. In battle, even if he suffered some damage, the power granted to him by the Holy Sword would allow him to recover quickly.

Moke, Holy Sword in hand, stood tall and resolute, his eyes unwavering. He felt the warm power emanating from the Holy Sword, filling him with confidence. In every clash with Enel, he skillfully used the power of the Smoke-Smoke Fruit to dodge attacks and then seize opportunities to counterattack. His stamina was like an inexhaustible spring; no matter how intense the battle, he maintained peak condition. He knew that as long as he wasn't instantly defeated, with the Holy Sword's blessing, he had enough time and energy to contend with Enel. The outcome of this battle was still uncertain.

"Smack..."

On this battlefield filled with the smoke of war and the tense atmosphere, Moke was focused intently on the situation. Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound cut through the air, and before he could fully react, a long tear was instantly ripped in his clothes, the fabric fluttering with the air currents and making a "ripping" sound.

Moke's pupils contracted involuntarily, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes. That attack just now was like a ghost; he hadn't even sensed where it came from. This feeling of being attacked at close range without warning sent chills down his spine. "Observation Haki..." Moke murmured to himself, his brows furrowed. He knew all too well the importance of Observation Haki. In this dog-eat-dog, perilous world of battle, not being able to sense an enemy's attack in advance was like a blind man walking in the dark, constantly vulnerable to a fatal blow. "It seems I'll have to find a way to Awakening this... otherwise, I'll be at a huge disadvantage in battle." He gritted his teeth, making Dark-Dark Fruit resolution.

Immediately, Moke swiftly turned his head, his gaze shooting like lightning towards the direction of the attack. There stood a strange-looking man, his tongue lolling out like a nimble snake, swaying in the air, a sinister smile on his face. However, upon closer inspection, the man's face was filled with shock. He had expected the Bullet String he fired to pierce Moke's body as easily as paper, but to his surprise, it had only Bullet String Moke's clothes, leaving not a scratch on his skin.

The man was filled with regret. That was a golden opportunity! Moke's attention had been drawn to the commotion on Whitebeard's side, leaving a slight opening in his defenses. He seized that moment and launched a surprise attack, thinking he could take Moke down in one fell swoop. But the result was a huge disappointment. Looking at Moke's imposing figure, a sense of defeat welled up inside him, and he muttered to himself, "How could this happen? How can this kid's defense be so strong..."

Meanwhile, Moke stared intently at the creature with the strange tongue, a hint of wariness in his eyes. He knew that on this battlefield, no enemy could be underestimated, especially one capable of attacking without warning. He Dark-Dark Fruit his fists, crouched slightly, and assumed a fighting stance, ready to meet any attack that might come. At the same time, his mind raced, searching for a way to protect himself and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy, given his unfamiliarity with their attack methods.

"Doflamingo ..." Moke's eyes narrowed slowly, a fierce and malevolent light surging within them, like a raging beast ready to pounce and tear its enemy to shreds. His hands clenched into fists involuntarily, his knuckles turning white from the force, the veins on his arms bulging, and his entire body tense, radiating a chilling sense of oppression.

Doflamingo noticed Moke's hostile gaze, and a wicked smile crept onto his lips. He slowly turned his head to look at Aokiji beside him, his eyes filled with cunning and calculation. In his uniquely high-pitched voice, he said, "Hey, how about we team up and kill him?" His tone was full of confidence and arrogance, as if he already considered Moke for the taking.

Aokiji glanced at Doflamingo expressionlessly, his cold gaze seemingly piercing through one's soul. He said calmly, "He's yours..." Then, ignoring Doflamingo's increasingly grim expression, he slammed his feet into the ground, launching himself forward like an arrow, creating a Gale as he moved at breakneck speed. A faint chill emanated from his body, and a thin layer of frost formed wherever he passed.

Aokiji rushed towards Whitebeard's side so urgently because he clearly saw the critical situation. Akainu was on the verge of death; Whitebeard's powerful attacks were like a mountain crashing down, leaving Akainu completely defenseless. If this continued, Akainu would truly die. And Akainu was a pivotal figure in the Marines; his death would deal a huge blow to the Marines' morale.

"Ice Age..." Aokiji roared, thrusting his hands forward with tremendous force. A powerful Ice Seal force surged towards Whitebeard like a raging tide. Wherever that force touched, the surrounding air instantly froze, forming crystal-clear ice pillars. Whitebeard sensed this powerful force, his brow furrowing slightly. He had no choice but to withdraw his hand from Akainu's head. He took a small step back, quickly raising his hands to form a massive shield in front of him, blocking Aokiji's attack.

"Tui..." Akainu was finally rescued, looking utterly disheveled. His body was covered in wounds, and blood stained his uniform. His hair clung to his face in disarray, and his eyes revealed exhaustion and anger. Yet, he gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet. He slowly turned his head and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva to the side, the saliva splashing a small spray of blood as it hit the ground. His heart was filled with resentment and rage; he vowed to find a chance for revenge.

On the dimly lit, smoke-filled battlefield, a naval soldier stared wide-eyed at the tall, weathered Whitebeard in the distance. His lips twitched slightly, his face a mask of disbelief and shock. Deep in his heart, he truly couldn't believe Whitebeard was so old. Time had etched deep wrinkles on his face, and his body was ravaged by various illnesses, making his gait somewhat unsteady. Yet, this old man's strength remained terrifyingly formidable. The powerful aura emanating from Whitebeard seemed capable of crushing everything around him, freezing the air itself. The clamor and shouts of battle seemed to be silenced, leaving only his own rapid breathing. He couldn't help but recall the legends he had heard about Whitebeard —those breathtaking battles, those Might-Shaker Four Seas. Now, witnessing it firsthand, he truly understood the terror of Whitebeard.

"Bang..." Just then, a deep, thunderous sound came from the sky. It turned out that Garp in the air had exchanged a punch with the charging "Diamond" Jozu. Garp's strong arm collided fiercely with Jozu's Diamond- like arm, the huge impact causing the surrounding air to vibrate violently, forming rings of air waves that spread outwards, blowing small objects around in all directions. Garp's body trembled slightly, his brows furrowed tightly, and he thought to himself: This "Diamond" Jozu's strength is indeed not to be underestimated. Under this fierce collision, Garp could only give up continuing to fight Whitebeard. Using the recoil from "Diamond" Jozu's punch, he flew through the air like a cannonball, drawing an arc, and landed steadily beside Aokiji and Akainu.

Upon landing, Garp quickly adjusted his stance, his feet firmly planted on the ground, hands slightly clenched into fists, assuming a fighting posture. He faced off against Whitebeard, "Diamond" Jozu, and Marco. The atmosphere was extremely tense, as if the air itself was thick with the smell of gunpowder. Whitebeard's deep gaze was like a sharp blade, fixed on Garp, as if trying to see right through him. "Diamond" Jozu, on the other hand, had a serious expression, radiating a cold aura, ready to launch another attack at any moment. Marco flapped his enormous wings, vigilantly observing everything around him. Garp, however, showed no fear; his resolute face revealed a determined expression, his eyes flashing with unwavering resolve.

Meanwhile, Kizaru also tried to rush over, attempting to join the fierce battle. His body shimmered with golden light as he moved swiftly towards the scene like a ghost. However, just as he was about to reach him, a fiery red figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. It was Ace, Ace had successfully shaken off the entanglement of the Marine Vice Admiral. Ace was engulfed in raging flames, which danced wildly around him like a ferocious fire dragon. His eyes revealed a resolute determination as he shouted, "Kizaru, you're not getting past me today!" Kizaru narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Ace before him with a disdainful smile, and said, "Oh my, kid, you've got some guts." But he knew in his heart that Ace's strength was not to be underestimated, and breaking through his obstruction would not be easy.