As Roy moved, the 10,000-meter-high circular water curtain was closing in from all directions towards the center simultaneously.
The seawater was murky, carrying broken planks, overturned rocks, and even the remains of several Sea Kings that hadn't managed to escape.
Like a moving steel wall, it pressed down heavily on the coastline of the Sabaody Archipelago.
The sunlight was completely blocked, and the island instantly became mostly dark.
The mangroves along the shore were the first to succumb to the water pressure, their roots being uprooted from the soil.
The entire coastline collapsed, and mud and seawater mixed together, flowing into the island along the terrain.
"Are you kidding me?!"
On the coastal defense position, a naval soldier dropped the cannon barrel from his hand with a clang to the ground.
He collapsed to the ground, watching helplessly as the overwhelming wall of water drew ever closer.
"What's the panic!"
Akainu's roar exploded across the battlefield like thunder.
He strode to the very front of the position, lava gushing out from his body and forming a lava wall tens of meters high in front of him.
The orange-red lava surged, illuminating his ashen face.
" Garp! Aokiji! Everyone, focus your power!"
Garp didn't waste any words. He clashed his fists together, and Armament Haki spread from his arms to his fists, with black and red Inazuma crackling on his fists.
He took half a step forward, his massive body like a mountain, firmly planted beside Akainu.
Aokiji sighed and pushed forward with both hands.
A chill spread from beneath his feet, rapidly extending along the ground, and a thick ice wall rose up, clinging tightly to the lava wall.
More than a dozen elite Vice Admiral simultaneously dispersed, each activating their Devil Fruit abilities and Haki.
The scattered defensive attacks were instantly linked together, forming a crooked yet indestructible energy barrier between the water curtain and the island.
"Hold on!"
Akainu roared, pushing the power of his magma to its limit first.
The lava wall rose another ten meters or so, like a burning dam, crashing head-on into the descending curtain of water.
boom--!!
The deafening roar made everyone's ears ring, and they instantly lost their hearing. Seawater and lava collided, sending white steam billowing into the sky, blotting out the sun.
The ice wall cracked and sputtered as it was struck, with cracks spreading from top to bottom.
Garp grunted and took another half step forward, unleashing a series of powerful punches that slammed into the water curtain, creating huge holes in the oncoming water.
The entire island was trembling.
The ground was cracked with countless furrows, as if it had been forcibly torn out by the hand of a giant.
Stones fell from the fortifications, cannon barrels were bent or broken, and soldiers staggered and could not even stand steadily.
The navy's resistance lasted only three seconds.
Despite the best efforts of the naval leadership, their attacks were completely ineffective against the cataclysmic tsunami.
Seawater poured in like a burst dam.
The first wave of the blast wave shattered all the front-line turrets.
The reinforced concrete fortifications were torn apart like paper, and the artillery inside was swept into the sea.
The second wave swept across the barracks area, uprooting entire rows of barracks. Planks, tents, and weapon crates were submerged in the water and carried inland along the terrain.
The naval soldiers were swept away by the current like ants.
Screams, cries for help, and the sounds of clashing weapons were quickly drowned out by the roar of the waves.
Some people struggled while clinging to the floating planks, some clung to tree trunks and refused to let go, and others were slammed onto the rocks and fell silent instantly.
The entire Sabaody Archipelago trembled under the relentless pounding of the sea.
A few minutes later, the tsunami finally subsided.
The water level slowly receded, leaving behind a mess.
The ground was full of potholes, mud, and wood chips.
The broken cannon barrel lay crookedly in the mud, its muzzle blocked by mud.
Soldiers' corpses, shattered armor, and broken swords were everywhere.
The once neat and orderly coastal defense positions are now completely devoid of even a single intact wooden plank.
Akainu knelt on the muddy ground, the lava mostly extinguished, his whole body soaked, strands of hair clinging to his face.
His chest heaved violently, a trickle of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and when he looked up, his eyes were filled with horror.
He fought his whole life; he'd seen it all.
He had never seen such a massive tsunami in his life, propelled by just one person.
Garp stood beside him, soaking wet, his iron fist hanging at his side, his knuckles white.
He looked at the devastation on the island, his lips moved, but he said nothing.
Aokiji leaned against the broken wall, ice shards falling from the hem of his clothes, his face as pale as paper.
A dozen or so elite Vice Admiral, all wounded, stood slumped behind the three men, looking utterly disheveled.
Of the tens of thousands of soldiers guarding the island, less than one-tenth are still standing.
Roy hovered in mid-air, his black trench coat fluttering in the sea breeze.
His Observation Haki was like a vast net, sweeping across every corner of the entire island.
The navy's top combat force is still intact, albeit wounded, but its core combat capability has not collapsed.
However, the grassroots soldier system had completely collapsed. There were no official positions, no fortifications, and the remaining soldiers were barely alive.
Roy raised his right hand, about to order the entire army to land and mop up the remaining forces.
"Wait a moment!"
A voice boomed from within the ranks of the Whitebeard Pirates.
Ace strode to the front of the group.
Flames suddenly erupted from his body, spreading from his arms to his entire body, making him resemble a small, burning sun, distorting the surrounding air.
He stared intently at Akainu on the island, his eyes brimming with hatred.
That's a blood feud that's been brewing for years Paramount War, and today it's finally time to settle it.
" Roy, grant me permission to lead the Whitebeard Pirates in the vanguard."
Ace's voice was hoarse, yet every word was firm and resonant.
"I'm going to settle the score with Akainu today, one by one, for the Paramount War."
Before he finished speaking, Marco stepped to his side, the blue Phoenix flames dancing on his shoulder.
Count me in.
Jozu, Vista, Blamenco... all the captains of the Whitebeard Pirates stepped forward and stood behind Ace.
There were no superfluous words, only overwhelming hatred.
The members of the Whitebeard Pirates raised their weapons in unison and let out a deafening shout.
Just then, another figure emerged from the ranks of the Revolutionary Army.
The dragon wore a black cloak, which fluttered in the sea breeze, revealing red tattoos on its face.
He walked step by step to Roy, his gaze calm yet unwavering.
"Leave Garp to me."
He only said five words.
Roy's gaze shifted from Ace to the dragon, then swept over Garp, who stood alone on the island.
He knew all too well the feud between the father and son.
A few seconds later, Roy nodded slightly.
"Good."
Roy immediately adjusted the deployment, and his voice echoed throughout the army:
" Ace leads the Whitebeard Pirates in a frontal assault against Akainu's main Marine force."
"Dragon, lead the Revolutionary Army's left wing in a flanking maneuver to contain Garp."
" Marco, lead the captains to engage Aokiji and prevent him from supporting other areas."
"The remaining troops will flank the enemy, mop up the remaining naval forces, and expand the landing zone."
The orders were passed down one after another.
Before Ace could finish speaking, he had already rushed out first.
Flames trailed a long tail behind him, like a burning meteor, crashing down on the remaining naval positions on the island.
"Kill--!!"