Summit War

The broadcast continued, and Ace walked step by step from the underground prison of Marine Headquarters to the execution platform.

Watching Ace, under Sengoku's questioning, acknowledge only that his father was Whitebeard, Rayleigh, who was watching through the Image Den Den Mushi, felt deeply conflicted.

"Should we make our move now?"

Cocytus let out two long streams of steam, tightened his grip on the glaive, and asked.

He longed for the coming battle.

Rayleigh shook his head. "Wait a little longer. Sengoku is right beside him, and there are three Admirals below. Now isn't a good time.

We'll wait until Whitebeard appears."

Opening a Portal took time as well. Though it was not long, for experts, it was enough time to attack hundreds or even thousands of times.

Even if a surprise attack could save Ace, there would be no hope of escape once the Navy's top fighters reacted.

Upon hearing that, Cocytus gradually suppressed his fighting spirit, sat back down, and waited quietly.

Given this world's level of combat power, he was certain he would find an opponent to his liking in a war of this highest caliber.

Elsewhere, on a small island somewhere on the Grand Line.

Ryan and Albedo stood among ordinary civilians before a Projection Den Den Mushi, watching the grand spectacle the Navy had staged.

However, compared to the people around him, who were focused on Sengoku's revelation that Ace was the son of the Pirate King, he cared more about the glimpse they had caught earlier of Kizaru sitting beneath the execution platform.

"That old monkey can still fight? I wonder if the Navy is forcing himself to hold on just to save face!"

Ryan stroked his chin, somewhat puzzled.

Physical injuries were one thing. For someone at that level, as long as their