The battle between the Revolutionary Army and Aokiji's forces grew fiercer and more deadlocked by the moment. After bringing down Zephyr, Ye Chen did not stop. He charged toward his next target.
The Revolutionary Army surged forward, undaunted by death. Their fighting spirit blazed as they pressed on like endless waves, one after another.
Dragon and Garp held nothing back. Father and son fought with all their strength. Garp was old but far from spent; his formidable martial skill and crushing fists gave Dragon plenty of trouble. Yet Dragon's speed and peerless Dragon Claw Fist kept him from falling behind.
Their clash was a spectacular struggle, with neither able to gain the upper hand anytime soon.
Aokiji gradually gained the advantage over Thunder Dragon after piercing his arm with an ice spike. Before long, Aokiji flashed behind him and thrust out both hands, freezing him without mercy.
"Ice Ball!"
Aokiji's voice was cold, his attack decisive. His usual lazy, unhurried manner had vanished.
The fighting at the Holy Land had left terrible casualties. Even Garp was fighting in earnest, going so far as to battle his own son. As Fleet Admiral, what reason did Aokiji have to show mercy?
In the blink of an eye, Thunder Dragon became a massive ball of ice. Cold vapor hissed from it, and the temperature around it plunged. Even the nearby trees and grass were suddenly coated in frost.
Crack... crack!
Fine cracks soon appeared inside the ice ball and grew steadily wider. Aokiji shook his head. "I suppose freezing the commander of the West Blue won't be that simple."
As he spoke, a long, sharp ice spike formed in each of Aokiji's hands. They gleamed with a chilling light, cold air curling around them.
Aokiji narrowed his eyes and made up his mind.