Whitebeard battled three Admirals as Straw Hat stormed the lines and stunned the battlefield!

The ice at Marineford was already mottled with blood and magma. The thunder of cannon fire, the clash of blades, dying screams, and earthshaking cries mingled together, turning the Marine fortress into a furnace of flesh and blood.

Murakumogiri in hand, Whitebeard stood alone at the very front of the Marine lines. His white cloak was soaked with smoke and blood, and the wound in his chest kept bleeding. Yet standing there, he was like an unshakable mountain, keeping a hundred thousand Marines from taking a single step past him.

In the brief ten minutes just gone by, he had already blocked three successive rounds of combined attacks from the Three Admirals. Every eruption of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power shook all of Marineford. The sharp crack of shattering air rang like death's tolling bell in every Marine's heart.

"Gurararara! Is that all you've got, you Marine brats?!"

Whitebeard threw back his head and laughed. Even with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, the ferocity in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest. He clenched both fists, Armament Haki instantly coating his arms. Driving the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power to its limit, he punched left and right at once, meeting Aokiji and Kizaru as they attacked from either side.

On the left, Aokiji thrust both hands forward, unleashing endless freezing air. Dozens of ice spears coated in Armament Haki stabbed toward him like a torrential downpour, freezing even the air in their path. "Ice Ball: Ice Pheasant Beak! Whitebeard, it's time you left the stage!"

On the right, golden light flared at Kizaru's fingertips. Countless bolts of Yasakani no Magatama gathered into a massive golden pillar of light and blasted toward Whitebeard's back with world-destroying force. "Oh my, oh my. Even the World's Strongest has grown old. Why not