Werther crossed his arms, then drew Intent Blood from his waist.
"Secret Sword: Tsubame Gaeshi!"
As Werther swung, three enormous, intersecting black-and-purple Sword Auras flew into the sky.
Clang!
Werther's Sword Auras shattered the block of ice Jozu had thrown. The fragments lost their momentum, raining down as a massive hailstorm on the ice before the Harbor.
Werther sheathed Intent Blood and continued watching the battle from the Harbor.
Akainu, who had been about to stand, saw what had happened and sat back down, irritation on his face. He had intended to smash the ice with one crushing blow, then use his attack to intimidate the Whitebeard Pirates.
Whitebeard had also noticed Werther's Sword Auras.
"Hm? So that's the new Shichibukai? What an impressive Demon. He's already this strong at such a young age."
But Whitebeard paid him little mind. To him, Werther was still a Demon, and compared with Whitebeard, he still had a long way to go.
The battle below remained fierce. Both sides were powerful, and Vice Admirals who were rarely seen in ordinary times were now fighting bloody battles across the ice.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The ice began to tremble. Behind the Whitebeard Pirates, a towering dark figure slowly came into view.
"He's here! Our trump card has arrived!"
That towering figure was Oars Jr. of the Whitebeard Pirates. He belonged to the Demon Race, a people even larger than Giants, and stood a full eighty meters tall.
Boom!
Oars gripped his Custom Great Cleaver and severed a Warship on the ice with a single slash.
At the sight of Oars, Ace could not help shouting, "Oars!"
"Ace has always been kind. I won't let him die."
With that, Oars strode toward the Execution Platform. Only one goal mattered to him now: rescuing Ace.
After Oars