Paramount War 28

The war grew increasingly fierce, and the only gap in the defensive wall had already become a bloody meat grinder.

Blood dyed the sea red, while severed limbs bobbed atop the boiling water, giving off a sickening scent of cooked flesh.

In the rear area near the front lines.

A patch of ice spanning several hundred square meters stood amid the boiling seawater.

Aokiji and Bartholomew Kuma stood upon it, while Marco and Shalltear's Heroic Spirit body hovered in the sky above.

"Cough..."

A mouthful of blood spilled from Aokiji's lips, and his complexion improved somewhat.

The time without further attacks had allowed his body to recover considerably.

As an admiral, aside from his formidable Devil Fruit development, his fundamental physical skills were no weaker in the slightest.

Even if his hand-to-hand combat fell short of Rob Lucci, whom Cipher Pol hailed as the strongest in eight hundred years, due to his long reliance on his Devil Fruit abilities in battle, it was no problem for him to suppress his own body cells and use an ability similar to Life Return.

By now, while he had not recovered all of his combat strength, he had regained sixty to seventy percent of it. With Whitebeard gone, there was no longer any chance of being casually punched to death.

At the very least,

surviving a few more moves would not be a problem.

"Kuma, I remember you have a technique that can slap damage away, right?"

Aokiji's lips moved slightly, producing an exceptionally faint voice.

Kuma beside him remained expressionless and offered no response whatsoever.

Aokiji raised a brow, then remembered Kuma's current condition.

Bartholomew Kuma, having been transformed into a Pacifista, no longer possessed any independent consciousness.

If they wanted him to act, they could only give him orders.

And right