Ace didn't even pay attention to the gleaming blade that came at the same time—the blade sliced through the air, splitting his body in two, and half of his severed arm flew through the air, flames burning at the cut!
At the same time, his fist, wreathed in flames and Conqueror's Haki, struck Roger's head precisely.
The extreme heat of tens of thousands of degrees, coupled with the domineering and unparalleled Conqueror's Haki, caused Roger's head, which was covered with a layer of Armament Haki protection, to melt away in an instant, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, leaving not even a trace of ash!
This seemingly mutually destructive and suicidal fighting style was actually Ace's scheme.
He is Logia Devil Fruit Devil Fruit User, and has long since mastered the art of elemental manipulation. Just now, he used Observation Haki to predict the trajectory of the blade, allowing him to complete a perfect "trade of injuries" without suffering any harm.
Roger on the other side was nothing more than a summoned puppet without intelligence, only able to fight according to orders. The two were not even on the same level!
"Again!"
As his words fell, a towering figure, as imposing as a mountain, slowly appeared in front of him. A broad back, a signature crescent-shaped Whitebeard, and a domineering gaze—it was none other than Ace's adoptive father, Whitebeard Newgate the Newgate!
Seeing that Ace was completely unaffected by the fact that the enemy was his father, he summoned Whitebeard again!
A confident smile curled at the corners of Jiringomu's lips.
If your biological father can so readily kill you, what about this adoptive father who treats you like his own child and protects you so fiercely? Can you still be as resolute as before? Don't you want to look at him a few more times?
Looking at the living, breathing " Pops " before him, Ace's flames suddenly froze for a moment.
His clenched fist trembled slightly, and he actually stopped walking.
The real Pops had already died on the battlefield Marineford!
His longing for his Pops could only be expressed in the yellowed wanted posters and hazy fragments of memory.
Now, a figure exactly like the one in his memory stood vividly before him—even knowing it was just a puppet, Ace felt an indescribable pang of sorrow.
He really wanted to take a few more glances!
"So there really is someone I care about? Hahaha!"
Jiringomu's maniacal laughter shook the very air. He was certain he had found Ace's weakness, and a fierce determination flashed in his eyes. He immediately spurred the Whitebeard before him, charging towards Ace with a sharp whooshing sound as it cut through the air.
The naginata, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, came crashing down. Ace dodged like a ghost, and when there was no way to avoid it, he raised his fist to meet it!
Only a thin layer of Armament Haki clung to his fist, and his strength was perfectly controlled, clearly showing that he was reluctant to use his full power against that enormous figure.
This Whitebeard wasn't the complete form that Imu summoned; it didn't possess the terrifying power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, which could overturn seas and oceans. Even Roger, who appeared earlier, wasn't in his complete form!
If it weren't for this incomplete state, Jiringomu would be far too overpowered. With just a group of followers who were indulging in the illusion of being strong, and by guiding them during their dreams, he could replicate countless legendary combat powers and truly dominate the world.
Unfortunately, his Devil Fruit ability was far from being developed to that pinnacle.
Seeing that Ace remained steadfast in his defense and only dodged and evaded, Jiringomu's eyes were practically overflowing with smugness and excitement.
He recognized this as the perfect opportunity to defeat Ace, and immediately shouted, grabbing a uniquely shaped halberd and joining the battle.
Putting aside the bizarre Ryu Ryu no Mi, he was also a powerful individual proficient in all Three Types of Haki. His halberd wielded with tremendous force, and even relying solely on his physical skills and Haki, he was a solid standard fighter in the Holy Knights. Why would he fear close combat with Ace?
"Sigh! Is it over?"
Seeing that Jiringomu had also joined the battle, Ace knew that his time with his Pops was over!
Ace sighed softly, his gaze sweeping over Whitebeard's familiar face, and murmured softly!
His reluctance to make a move was never due to mercy, nor was it out of fear of the puppet in his Pops's form or the sudden attack of Jiringomu!
Even if he were to fight two opponents, he was absolutely confident that he would remain undefeated.
He was only reluctant to part with this brief reunion, wanting to see his Pops's face and voice a little longer. But since Jiringomu was determined to interrupt this reunion, then this battle should also come to an end.
" The Conqueror Flame Emperor!"
A deep shout echoed through the sky. Ace narrowly dodged the sweeping naginata, then suddenly exerted force with his feet, his figure shooting out like a streak of crimson Inazuma. Ignoring the sharpness of the halberd, he forcefully held Jiringomu tightly in his arms.
The next second, white flames that distorted the void erupted from his body, so hot they seemed capable of burning everything in the world. They were accompanied by blinding red light and crackling crimson Inazuma, instantly engulfing the two of them.
"Ah..."
A piercing scream shattered the sky. The sound was not human; rather, it resembled the mournful cry of a dying owl, hoarse and desperate, sending chills down the spines of those on the other battlefields!
No one could imagine the hellish pain that Jiringomu, enveloped in white flames, was enduring at that moment.
Many on the battlefield instinctively stopped fighting, their eyes fixed on the towering, fiery peak, filled with awe; while on the faces of Garp, Rayleigh, Gaban, and others, a hint of relief quietly appeared.
In reality, there is still a significant gap in strength between Jiringomu and Ace. It was only because several Primordial Demons attacked Ace together that Gillingam was able to hold out until now, otherwise he would have been burned to ashes by Ace long ago.
The screams lasted for a full five breaths before suddenly fading into deathly silence!
Within the fiery mountain, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly shone, silently watching the Whitebeard figure gradually turn into specks of light and dissipate in the wind.
Immediately afterwards, a whirlwind rose out of nowhere, swirling with scorching air as it swept past. The towering fiery mountain visibly contracted and condensed, eventually transforming into a familiar figure that stood silently in place.
" Pops! Rest in peace. I hope you will never be disturbed again!"
The whirlwind carried the whisper away, disappearing into the vast void. Whether it could reach that world without war or strife remains to be seen.
"If you're so capable, then don't hide!"
On another battlefield, an angry female voice rang out; it was Rebecca, Vic's childhood sweetheart.
She was known as the " Ten Thousand Swords Witch," but at this moment she was being completely outmaneuvered by her opponent, her teeth clenched and her pretty face flushed red.
Her opponent was also a woman, but one old enough to be her grandmother—one of only three powerful women in the Holy Knights, besides Gunko and Maffey.
Even though she was over a hundred years old, her appearance was still as beautiful as ever, showing no signs of aging. At this moment, she was gracefully dodging Rebecca's flying sword, handling it with unbelievable ease.
"Dodging is also part of the battle. If you can only defeat stationary enemies, you might as well go back to your hometown and be a wife and mother, instead of making a fool of yourself here!"