The Five Elders Could No Longer Remain Calm

"Damn it..." In the Holy Land, the Five Elders could no longer maintain their composure. One of them, dressed in a white Daoist robe, bald, and wearing glasses, cursed angrily. Unlike the other Five Elders, he was the only one who was not wearing a suit and had a beard, and he was holding a samurai sword tightly in his hand. He was Saint Nusjuro.

At this moment, Saint Nusjuro's hand was already tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, as if with just a little more force, the sharp samurai sword would immediately be drawn from its sheath. One can imagine that if he were there at this moment, he would probably have already drawn his sword without hesitation.

Standing beside Saint Nusjuro was Saint Peter, dressed in a deep red suit, his blond hair and golden beard particularly striking, though the gruesome scar on his chest marred his elegance. Saint Peter's face was equally grim; his brows were furrowed, and he said angrily, "This cannot continue... otherwise the Navy will collapse entirely!"

Saint Warcury wore a dark green suit, exquisitely tailored with smooth lines, looking crisp and dignified. The color of his suit contrasted sharply with his bald head, which reflected a faint glow in the sunlight, like a carefully polished gem.

His two neatly trimmed mustaches, shaped like the number eight, created a unique visual effect against his smooth head. At this moment, he was leisurely stroking his mustache, his movements elegant and composed, as if savoring something precious.

A slight, almost imperceptible sneer appeared on Saint Warcury's lips. This sneer seemed to contain an air of control and confidence over the situation, making one wonder about his decision.

"It seems we have no choice but to personally lead CP0 to provide support." Saint Warcury's voice was cold and deep, as if the entire space froze at his words. His tone revealed an unquestionable determination, as if this was a decision that had been carefully considered long ago.

"Otherwise, if the navy collapses completely, the consequences will be unimaginable. At that time, not only will the relatively peaceful Four Seas fall into chaos, but even the Grand Line will probably not be spared." He continued, each word like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of everyone present.

Seated below, Saint Mars and Saint Saturn exchanged a glance, then a knowing look seemed to reflect their agreement with Saint Warcury's viewpoint, as well as their concern for the current situation.

Immediately afterwards, they nodded in unison, a gesture that clearly acknowledged Saint Warcury's viewpoint. This simple nod conveyed trust and support, revealing their tacit understanding and unity.

However, just when everyone thought the matter was settled and the dust had settled, Saint Mars suddenly changed the subject, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. His voice echoed in the air, carrying a hint of solemnity and worry. "However, the Holy Land cannot be left unguarded. After all, this is our foundation. If we all leave, and an enemy takes the opportunity to attack, the consequences would be unimaginable."

His words struck like a thunderbolt, instantly replacing the relaxed atmosphere with tension. Saint Mars's worries were not unfounded; as their core stronghold, the Holy Land would indeed have unimaginable consequences if it lost its defenses.

Upon hearing this, Saint Saturn frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. He knew that Saint Mars was absolutely right, but how to send enough forces to provide support while ensuring the safety of the Holy Land was a thorny issue.

After a moment of silence, Saint Saturn finally raised his head, his gaze meeting Saint Mars's, as if a tacit understanding had been reached in an instant. He slowly said, "Indeed. Then, let's arrange it this way: select three of us to go and provide support, along with Admiral Momousagi, Chaton, and CP0. This lineup should be sufficient to deal with the current situation."

His proposal was clearly well-thought-out, taking into account both the safety of the Holy Land and the strength of the support forces. Upon hearing it, a hint of appreciation flashed in Saint Mars's eyes, and he nodded, indicating his approval of the plan. The two smiled at each other, as if they were full of confidence in the plan, as if they could already see the dawn of victory.

The proposal was unanimously approved by everyone present, who unanimously agreed that such an arrangement was extremely wise! This would not only ensure the safety of the Holy Land but also provide strong support to the Navy, and might even allow them to capture several crucial figures in the heat of battle. In this way, the situation might be turned around, and the current crisis could be averted.

Just then, a hearty laugh suddenly rang out, "Gulala lala..." The laughter was deafening, as if it could penetrate one's soul. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the Whitebeard standing at the bow of the ship, his huge body shining brightly in the sunlight.

Whitebeard could tell at a glance that Moke had reached his limit. Without hesitation, he ordered Catarina Demi, Basque Vasco Shot, and Avalo Pizarro, "Protect your captain's retreat. We, the Whitebeard Pirates, will take care of this!" His voice, like a booming bell, echoed across the sea.

Having said that, Whitebeard's voice suddenly became deep and majestic, like an enraged lion. The long sword in his hand flashed through the air, pointing directly at Garp, his icy gaze seemingly able to pierce through one's soul.

"Kill him!" Whitebeard's roar exploded in the air like thunder. His tone was firm and resolute, without the slightest hesitation, as if it were a decision that had been made long ago.

Moke, a rookie newcomer, was able to kill Admiral like Akainu, which was undoubtedly a provocation to the Whitebeard Pirates. As the overlords of the seas, how could the Whitebeard Pirates tolerate such a humiliation? They had to retaliate in kind and eliminate an even stronger opponent to regain their lost face.

"Yes, Pops!" Katrin Demi and the others shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the vast sea like surging waves. This was not only absolute obedience to Whitebeard, but also a declaration of war against the enemy.

Without hesitation, they drew their weapons, their blades gleaming with a chilling, deadly light. For a moment, the entire battlefield was enveloped in tension, as if time itself had frozen.

The pirates were like a pack of lions whose fighting spirit had been ignited; their blood boiled in their veins, and their eyes gleamed with fanaticism. Each of them charged towards the marines in front of them without regard for the risk of death.

The captains and captains took the lead, charging straight at the Marine Vice Admiral and the Shichibukai of the sea like burning meteors. Their attacks were like Gale, unstoppable, each swing of their swords and each shot carrying boundless killing intent.

On this chaotic battlefield, the duel between Enel and Sengoku reached its climax. The two exchanged blows, each strike landing with a brutal, visceral impact, causing violent tremors in the surrounding air with every collision.

Enel's every punch contained boundless power, like a thunderbolt; Sengoku's every move was exquisite, like a sudden Zhou Yu. Their clash was like two shooting stars colliding, dazzling and intense.

Enel's ability to Sengoku head-on shocked everyone. His strength was so great that he could even rival a top-tier powerhouse like Sengoku. Even legendary figures like Whitebeard, Garp, Redfield, and Bullet couldn't help but take notice of him.

After all, Sengoku was a veteran powerhouse who had experienced countless battles, and they knew Sengoku strength all too well. However, at this very moment, Sengoku became increasingly terrified as the fight progressed, because he was surprised to discover that Enel's strength was indeed no less than his own, and even showed signs of surpassing him!

This truly surprised Sengoku. He had originally thought he could easily defeat Enel, but he hadn't expected his opponent to be so powerful. However, Sengoku was Sengoku after all. He quickly calmed down and began to observe Enel's attack methods and weaknesses.

Just then, Sengoku suddenly noticed a crucial detail— Enel hadn't Awakening Armament Haki! This was a golden opportunity, and Sengoku was secretly delighted. He immediately decided to seize this weakness and deliver a fatal blow to Enel.

"Buddha Fist..." In his Giant Buddha Form, Sengoku unleashed his ultimate move—a fist imbued with an air wave. This punch was incredibly powerful, capable of easily shattering the Execution Platform at Marine Headquarters in the original story. This time, Sengoku further enhanced the power of the punch by coating it with Armament Haki.

At the same moment, Enel, in his Thunder God Form, displayed an equally unyielding stance. His body was surrounded by dazzling lightning, radiating a chilling energy fluctuation. Without hesitation, he threw a punch, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, directly meeting Sengoku's attack.

In an instant, a deafening roar resounded, like a thunderclap from the heavens. The two fists collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a dazzling light as bright as the sun. The power of this strike was earth-shattering; the surrounding air surged like a disturbed raging torrent, forming a violent Shockwave that swept outwards with overwhelming force.

However, despite the astonishing power of Enel's punch, he was ultimately slightly inferior to Sengoku's overwhelming strength. When the two forces clashed head-on, Enel clearly felt an irresistible force strike him. His body was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and he was involuntarily sent flying backward.

Enel's feet scraped deep marks on the ground, and his body was forced backward by the powerful impact, eventually being knocked back several steps before he could barely regain his balance. His face turned ashen white in an instant, completely bloodless, as if struck by frost, stiff and lifeless.

Enel's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. He stared intently at the scene before him, as if the entire world had frozen in that moment. He couldn't accept that he had been defeated by such overwhelming power; it was an unbearable blow to him.

Just moments ago, he was locked in fierce combat with Sengoku, the two exchanging blows, neither gaining the upper hand, each move a clash of power and skill. Yet, in a mere instant, he was defeated by Sengoku, a sudden turn of events that caught him completely off guard.

Enel's gaze slowly moved, finally settling on Sengoku's enormous Buddha Fist. The fist pressed down like a mountain, carrying boundless power and might. His eyes narrowed sharply, and an uncontrollable fear and anger surged within him.

"Armament Haki again..." Enel said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with resentment and bitterness. He deeply hated Armament Haki, which could suppress Logia abilities, yet he was helpless against it.

Meanwhile, on another battlefield, Jinbe and Smoker's battle was raging. Smoker stared intently at Jinbe, his eyes filled with apprehension. Although Smoker was always arrogant, he wasn't stupid. He knew very well that the main reason he had been able to fight Enel, the Logia Rumble-Rumble Fruit Devil Fruit User, for so long was that they were both Logia and neither of them possessed Armament Haki.

In this situation, neither side's attacks could inflict substantial damage on the other, resulting in a stalemate. However, the situation was completely different when facing Jinbe. Jinbe was clearly stronger than Enel, and he had likely mastered Armament Haki, a fact that put Smoker under unprecedented pressure. He knew that every move Jinbe made carried immense threat, and a moment's carelessness could result in severe injury.

Smoker's nerves were on edge. He watched Jinbe concentration, not daring to relax for a moment. His gaze unconsciously swept over Enel, who was fiercely fighting Sengoku, and a strong desire welled up in his heart—to become stronger! This desire burned like a raging fire deep within him, never before striking his heart so intensely.

In the instant Smoker was distracted, Jinbe appeared before him like a ghost. Jinbe's speed was as fast as Inazuma, as if he could teleport, catching everyone off guard. Before Smoker could even react, he saw Jinbe throw a punch with unparalleled power, aimed straight at his abdomen!

To Smoker's astonishment, Jinbe's fist was covered in a layer of black Armament Haki. This black Armament Haki made Jinbe's fist as hard as a rock, and its power was even greater. This punch was like a thunderbolt, unstoppable. Smoker felt a huge force rushing towards him like a tidal wave, and his body was thrown backward as if he had been hit by a high-speed train.

With a deafening crash, Smoker was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, as if struck by a cannonball, slamming heavily against the harbor wall. The immense impact instantly turned Smoker's body into a cloud of smoke, which filled the air.

However, Smoker did not collapse. As the smoke cleared and his figure reappeared, people noticed a contorted expression on his face, as if he were suffering immense pain. His abdominal muscles were also twitching uncontrollably, seemingly under tremendous pressure.

"Pfft..." With a muffled sound, the last mouthful of blood shot out of Smoker's mouth like an arrow, splashing onto the hard ground and forming a shocking pool of blood. The pool of blood was particularly glaring in the sunlight, as if telling the story of the severe injury Smoker had suffered.

However, Smoker was clearly not one to give up easily. Despite his severe physical injuries, his spirit burned like an inextinguishable flame. He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and with trembling legs, struggled to support himself as he slowly stood up.

His eyes were fixed ahead, revealing an indomitable will—a thirst for victory and a disdain for the enemy. At this moment, Smoker's body swayed precariously, but his spirit was as resilient as steel.

In the blink of Jinbe could even react, Smoker vanished like a ghost. In that instant, his arms and legs seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force, suddenly disintegrating into thick plumes of smoke as if by magic. These plumes blended seamlessly with the surrounding air, as if they were an integral part of it.

This change was so astonishing that it left everyone speechless and incredulous. Smoker simply vanished into thin air before their very eyes, leaving no trace of him.

However, this was just the beginning. While everyone was still in shock and had not yet come to their senses, Smoker suddenly exerted all his strength, and his seemingly ethereal smoke stretched rapidly at an astonishing speed, like a rubber band being stretched taut by an invisible hand.

These plumes of smoke shot straight toward Jinbe like arrows released from Jinbe Inazuma. They were as fast as Inazuma, even several times faster, and in the blink of an eye, they were like cannonballs, hurtling toward Jinbe with Jinbe force.

This move was Smoker's signature technique – "White Fist"! Its speed was so fast that it was impossible to react; even a master with top-tier reaction speed would struggle to respond effectively in such a short time. In the blink of an eye, the attack reached Jinbe, its power as overwhelming as a tidal wave, leaving everyone speechless.

However, Jinbe was no ordinary person. Faced with such a fierce attack, he was not afraid at all. His whole body was wrapped in black Armament Haki, and he was as steady as a mountain, like a giant forged from steel. When the fist, which was like a cannonball, came, Jinbe's hand stretched out as fast as Inazuma and accurately caught the flying fist.

Immediately afterward, Jinbe unleashed another punch without mercy. This punch was like a volcanic eruption, containing boundless power. Smoker had no way to dodge it. He felt an overwhelming force, like Gale, as it struck him. His body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

"Whoosh..." At this critical moment, Onigumo finally seized the opportunity and lunged forward, forcing Flower Sword back. At the same time, he quickly turned around and used his massive body to shield Jinbe behind him.

Seeing this, Smoker knew perfectly well that his greatest role in this fierce battle was to hold off Enel and buy time and opportunities for his comrades. If he could successfully stall Enel, he would be performing at a level comparable to that of a Marine Admiral.

Thinking this, Smoker didn't hesitate at all. His body seemed to be propelled by a powerful force, and he quickly turned around. His movements were as fast as Inazuma, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, rushing towards Enel at an astonishing speed.

After all, on the entire battlefield, within the Navy, apart from the powerful Admiral, only he, also a Logia user, was capable of holding off Enel. This was not only due to his strength, but also to his familiarity with and mastery of Logia abilities.

Just as Smoker was speeding away like a meteor, suddenly, a figure descended from the sky, landing precisely beside Ace with a "whoosh." Ace looked closely and saw that the person was none other than Luffy!

Ace was speechless, cursing inwardly, "Why did this guy show up at this time? He's definitely here to cause trouble!" Garp, standing beside him, also looked helpless, Dark-Dark Fruit groaning, "This kid is a real headache!"

Seeing this, Moke almost burst out laughing. He muttered to himself, "What a farce!" However, he had no time to watch the show. He quickly withdrew from the battlefield along with Katrin Deme, Basque Vasco Shot, and Avalo Pizarro.

Moke wasn't the type to show off. He knew perfectly well that on such a fierce battlefield, once his strength was exhausted, he would become extremely vulnerable, like a lamb to the slaughter, completely unable to resist and at the mercy of others. Therefore, he urgently needed to find a safe place to recover his strength in order to deal with the various complex situations that might arise next.

Fortunately, with the assistance of Jinbe, Redfield, Bullet, and Enel, and with Moke successfully eliminating Akainu, the tide of the battle seemed to be turning in their favor. The Navy's morale had collapsed, and now, even without Moke and his crew, the Whitebeard Pirates held a decisive advantage.

Before long, Moke and his group successfully reached the edge of the battlefield. Trinle Deme, Basque Vasco Shot, and Avalo Pizarro quickly surrounded Moke, forming a tight protective circle to ensure that Moke could safely recover his strength.

Moke focused his mind, using his control over the Holy Sword to guide its power into his body, accelerating his recovery. During this process, his breathing gradually became steady, and his exhausted body gradually regained its vitality.