The chaotic battle on the ice field had been going on for half a day.
The ice surface is riddled with holes.
One after another, holes were formed by the lava, and steam was still rising from them.
Aokiji's ice spears pierced through the ice, everywhere, turning the entire ice field into a hedgehog-like mess.
The cleavage created crisscrossing cracks, and the ice shards at the edges of the cracks crunched underfoot.
White steam billowed from every crack, shrouding the battlefield in a thick fog.
This ice field no longer resembles an ice field; it looks more like a bombed-out ruin.
Roy and Garp clash once again.
The fist, Conqueror's Haki Coating, collided with the Black Blade Shusui. Dark red arcs of electricity exploded, and the ice beneath their feet cracked open in a large section.
The shockwave whipped up the ice fragments, sending them flying in all directions like shrapnel.
Roy was thrown back several steps, his feet carving two furrows in the ice.
A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, but he casually wiped it away as if nothing had happened, and resumed his fighting stance.
Garp stood opposite him, his fist still in the same position, his brows furrowed tightly.
That kid.
Garp was so annoyed he couldn't even describe it.
In a head-on confrontation, Garp believed he was no less capable than Roy.
His fists are the result of countless trials and tribulations. From his youth to the present, there are very few people on this vast ocean who can withstand a full-force punch from him head-on.
But the problem is—he can't hit it.
It wasn't that Roy was hiding; rather, this guy always managed to use his spatial abilities to create distance at the most crucial moment.
Garp threw a punch, his fist almost touching Roy's face, and the next instant Roy slid into the spatial rift and emerged from another place.
If you can't hit it, no amount of force will help.
What troubled Garp even more was Roy's combination of Observation Haki and Telekinesis.
This guy's eyes have been flashing red non-stop since the start of the war.
Kizaru tried to dash forward at the speed of light, but before his feet even left the ground, Roy's slash arrived.
It was the same every time; Kizaru had tried at least seven or eight times, but never succeeded.
Kizaru himself muttered to himself, "I'm really being watched very closely."
Although it was a complaining tone, Garp could tell that he was truly at his wit's end.
"Kid, can't you just fight me head-on?" Garp couldn't help but curse.
"As long as you win, who cares if you're fair or not?" Roy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his smile utterly irritating.
Garp was furious, but he couldn't say anything.
Nearby, Kaido and Zephyr were locked in a fierce battle.
Zephyr's Black Arm was no joke; he punched Kaido Dragon with a muffled thud, shattering several of its scales.
If it were anyone else, they would basically be unable to stand up after taking a punch from Zephyr.
But Kaido is a tanky beast.
After Zephyr delivered his punch, Kaido lashed out with his dragon tail, sending him flying. Then, Kaido turned and unleashed a breath attack on Akainu in the distance.
Akainu was entangled with Linlin when he was suddenly splattered in the face with dragon breath, his whole body burning and smoking, and his magma-like body almost lost its balance.
"Damn Kaido!" Akainu roared in fury.
"Hehehehe! I'm going to hit you!" Kaido laughed arrogantly.
A few breaths later, Kaido took another opportunity to strike Aokiji with his staff.
The Hassaikai, imbued with Conqueror's Haki, slammed down, forcing Aokiji to use an ice wall to block it, scattering shards of ice everywhere.
He's like a troublemaker, he's everywhere.
Go ahead and hit him; he's tough and you won't kill him in a short time.
If you don't hit him, he just sits there spewing dragon breath here and there, it's incredibly annoying.
Zephyr crawled out of the ice shards, brushed the ice off his body, and roared at Kaido.
Can you just shut up for a minute?
"No!" Kaido confidently.
On the surface, Linlin was entangled with Akainu, but Roy's Observation Haki had already detected that she was secretly moving towards Onigashima.
Every time Akainu threw a punch, she would instinctively dodge a few steps to the side.
It wasn't obvious at first, but as the fighting went on, she had moved several hundred meters further towards Onigashima than when the battle started.
"Old woman, you're moving over there again," Kaido blurted out.
"Mama--No, no, you're seeing things." Linlin's smile was utterly fake.
The Golden Lion's fighting style is the most cunning.
He roamed the skies above the battlefield, with Oto and Kogarashi taking turns unleashing golden slashing waves.
These slashes look impressive, but a closer look reveals that he wasn't using his full power at all.
The force of the slash was just enough to force the navy back, but not enough to put himself in danger.
He would occasionally shield Roy from Kizaru, and occasionally Kaido from Akainu, never offending anyone, nor fully supporting anyone.
But whenever he tries to drift towards Onigashima, Roy's Telekinesis will ensnare him.
The two forces clashed in mid-air; just as the Golden Lion's floating rock moved forward a few meters, Roy pulled it back a few meters.
The rock mass creaked and groaned as it was pulled by the two forces, and loose rocks kept falling down.
"You brat, do you have to keep an eye on me?" Golden Lion was very annoyed.
"I won't keep an eye on you if you don't run." Roy didn't even turn his head.
Kizaru attempted another light-speed dash.
The moment their feet transformed into beams of light, Roy and Kaido moved simultaneously.
Roy stepped out of the spatial rift, his slash blocking Kizaru's path.
Kaido more ruthless, taking a punch from Zephyr before unleashing a sweeping attack with his dragon tail.
Kizaru was forced to retreat, exiting his beam form and landing on the ice.
His usually smiling face showed a rare hint of annoyance.
"Seriously~ One isn't enough, have two come at me at once~"
Garp forced Roy back with a punch, and in the brief moment, quickly glanced at the battlefield.
The situation is very bad.
It's not that we can't win, but that we can't afford to drag this out any longer.
Support from Hachinosu will arrive at any time.
If Bullet and his gang come, given the current state of the Navy's five personnel, let alone destroying Pluton, their ability to escape unscathed is questionable.
We can't wait any longer.
"Listen to me!" Garp's voice boomed.
Zephyr and the Three Admirals simultaneously reduced their strength, but still maintained their fighting stance.
Garp's instructions were extremely brief. "Use me as the spearhead, launch a full-scale attack."
Zephyr, Aokiji, and Akainu work together to suppress them. Kizaru —find an opportunity to break through the blockade, head straight for Onigashima, and blow up Pluton!
Zephyr was the first to frown.
"Splitting the troops like this will put a lot of pressure on the front lines," Zephyr said.
Five against four was already a slight advantage, but now they have to send one person to launch a surprise attack, increasing the pressure on the front lines by at least 30%.
"There's no time."
Garp's voice was deep.
"The people from Hachinosu will be here soon. If we delay any longer, none of us will be able to leave."
Zephyr paused for a moment, then nodded.
The Three Admirals had no objections.
Although Akainu's expression was gloomy, he did not object.
Aokiji remained silent as always, his eyes half-open and half-closed, but everyone knew he was listening.
Kizaru sighed, unusually abandoning his usual lazy expression.
The five men rearranged their battle formation.
Garp stood at the front, his fists clenched, Conqueror's Haki coating around them, and the red light of the cross-shaped beam flickering between his fingers.
The light was brighter than ever before, dazzlingly bright.
Zephyr stood to his right rear, his arm muscles bulging, his Armament Haki Hardening to its maximum, and his skin surface had a metallic texture.
Aokiji pressed his hands onto the ice, and freezing air began to condense in his palms.
Akainu's arms transformed into magma, the dark red magma churning on his arms and dripping onto the ice with a hissing sound, steam rising straight up.
Kizaru stood at the very back, his fingers already glowing with golden laser light.