Paramount War Eighteen

The roar of war gradually subsided.

As the Marines continuously retreated toward the plaza, the intensity of the entire battlefield lessened somewhat.

Aside from where Shalltear was fighting, another fierce battle was taking place not far away.

"Gurararara! Brat Aokiji, do you think you can stop me all by yourself?!"

As Whitebeard spoke, he threw punch after punch. Under the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, the air continuously shattered. Aokiji dodged as he said, "Holding you back for a while is enough."

"You're quite confident."

With a cold snort, Whitebeard suddenly swung his bisento and clashed head-on with Aokiji.

The shattered air and frozen ice blocks remained locked in a stalemate, but cracks appeared in the ice less than two seconds later.

Aokiji frowned slightly at the sight. After taking the initiative to withdraw, he moved forward again to continue tangling with Whitebeard.

In raw strength, he was no match for Whitebeard right now. But merely tying him down for a short while was still no problem.

"Troublesome brat!"

Watching Aokiji dodge around like a monkey, refusing to get close while relentlessly attacking with all kinds of long-range techniques, Whitebeard's brow furrowed tightly.

Ever since the Marines began retreating and sent Aokiji to stop him, anyone with half a brain could tell that the Marines were plotting something.

But with this brat Aokiji shamelessly pestering him, unless he was willing to risk injury by charging forward without dodging or blocking Aokiji's attacks, crossing this distance would not be easy.

After all, he was called the world's strongest man mainly because of his strength and destructive power. In terms of speed and defense alone, he was not weak, but neither were they his strengths. He certainly could not, like the other two Emperors, Big Mom and Kaido, withstand an Admiral's attacks