Clash of the Strong, a Battle Torn Apart

While the ordinary soldiers fought like mad, the true powerhouses clashed at the center of the battlefield,

and every collision between them sent towering waves surging across the sea, tipping the balance of the battle again and again.

"Boom!"

Whitebeard stood on a warship's deck and swung Murakumogiri with a sudden, mighty sweep.

A terrifying shockwave tore across the battlefield, cracking pirate warships in its path.

The pirates on their decks were hurled into the air by the impact, then slammed into the sea. They vanished beneath the waves before they could even scream.

"Gurararara... These brats really have a death wish!"

Whitebeard grinned, his fighting spirit blazing.

Just then, a shadow rushed at Whitebeard like a phantom. Both blades were coated in black Haki as they slashed toward his chest with an edge that seemed to tear through the air!

"Aigwivitan Gran!"

"Hahaha, Whitebeard!

Today, your era really does end!"

Gran laughed wildly as his blades came down, ripping two black fissures through the air!

"A third-rate clown..."

Whitebeard raised an eyebrow, not the least bit flustered. Haki surged around him as he lifted Murakumogiri and swung!

"Boom!"

The shockwave struck Gran's slashes head-on. The blast tore through the surrounding seawater, and warships rocked violently under the force. Soldiers were flung backward and slammed hard into the decks!

"..."

The fighting raged on. The pirates grew more frenzied with every clash, their bodies drenched in blood. The threat of death had driven them past reason, leaving a bloodthirsty gleam in every eye. They had no way back. Only by killing could they stay alive!

One pirate had lost an arm, blood pouring from the stump, yet he roared and lunged forward, bit into a Neo Marine soldier's neck, and tore away a chunk of flesh!

"Aaargh!"

The Neo Marine