"It's Akainu and the three newly recruited admirals," Sengoku said as he looked at the people approaching, narrowing his eyes. "And Commander in Chief Kong."
There was not much to say about the three new admirals.
But Akainu and Kong were old acquaintances.
One was a subordinate he had once commanded, and the other was his predecessor who had handed the position over to him.
Seeing the two of them on the battlefield now, he could not help feeling deeply stirred.
"Under Kong, the Navy is still pretty strong," Kizaru said lazily with a yawn.
He looked so lazy, as if he had not been the one who just bombarded the fleet with lasers.
Even though he said they were strong, he clearly did not take the people on the other side seriously.
Even if they were admiral level fighters of the same rank, they were not just ordinary admirals.
"Stop talking nonsense, Kizaru," Sengoku said helplessly, and the emotion building in his chest immediately dispersed. "Go. Defeat them, and the former Navy can finally come to an end."
"Got it, Admiral Sengoku." Kizaru pouted and jumped off the battleship. "I'm going, remember to send me reinforcements."
"I'm going to see my old friends."
Aokiji looked at the figure radiating magma, and fighting spirit rose in his eyes.
He and Akainu had always been rivals, both in ideology and during their fight for the position of Fleet Admiral.
Now, he wanted to settle things with Akainu.
"I'm going to test Kong's strength and see if he's gotten old."
Zephyr stared at Kong, who stood like an iron tower.
As someone of the older generation, he would not interfere with the younger ones.
Gion, Fujitora, and Garp also each locked onto their opponents and charged over.
Akainu had five admirals on his side, and they also had five admirals on theirs.
Sengoku did not move from the main ship. As commander, the most important thing was to observe the situation, he did not need to join the fight.
Not to mention.
"This is a war, not a place for you to show off," Sengoku said, shaking his head as he looked at the masked men with distinct features behind him. "Go, give them a surprise."
The masked man with the crescent beard followed after Aokiji.
An old man holding a red umbrella, a burly man covered in military uniform, a middle aged man with incredibly fast legs, and a huge fat man each followed an admiral.
This became a two on one battle, in the name of justice.
On the other side.
Akainu and the four with him also saw Kizaru, Aokiji, and the others, and they breathed a sigh of relief.
If Caelan took action personally, they would probably lose their lives on the spot.
Fortunately, because of his status, Caelan did not strike at them directly.
Kizaru and Aokiji were on the same level as them, so it was still uncertain who would win or lose.
Urther and Castellon's eyes burned with fighting spirit.
These days, Caelan had suppressed them until they could barely breathe. As Celestial Dragons, they could no longer hold back their anger.
Now, seeing Zephyr and the others coming at them, that anger immediately flared.
They wanted to vent everything through a decisive battle.
As the two sides drew closer, the atmosphere grew more and more tense.
"Kuzan, long time no see," Akainu said hoarsely as he looked at Aokiji, who looked almost the same as before.
"Sakazuki, long time no see," Aokiji replied with a nod, feeling that Akainu looked much more mature.
Aokiji was still Aokiji, but Akainu was no longer the Akainu of that time.
Compared to the high spirited man who killed Whitebeard at Marineford, Akainu now looked like a worn down middle aged man.
"You and I have fought for years, and there's still no winner," Akainu said. He had countless words to say, but at this moment he only said one thing. "Come on, let's fight fair and see who's stronger."
"No."
Aokiji was about to accept that fated duel when he saw a masked man coming up behind him as support.
He immediately understood that this was backup arranged by Sengoku, meant to end the fight quickly.
Aokiji looked at Akainu with regret. "Sorry, my backup is here."
Akainu glared at him and was speechless for a moment.
He looked back, hoping reinforcements from the World Government would appear.
But none came.
And for some reason, the masked man with the white beard supporting Aokiji felt strangely familiar.
"Fleet Admiral Akainu, don't be afraid," Castellon laughed, not taking the masked man supporting Aokiji seriously. "Our battle is not something a nobody can interfere with."
"He's even wearing a mask, so he must be a pirate they recruited in secret," Urther said, judging the other side by his own assumptions. "But most famous pirates are already dead. They can't possibly be Big Mom or Shanks, can they?"
Yonko and admirals were the highest class on the seas aside from Caelan, and there was an enormous gap between them and everyone below.
If someone was not at the same level, then interfering in their battle would only turn them into cannon fodder, even if it was someone like Doflamingo among the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
"Let me teach them a lesson and make them understand that a battle between the strong is not something just anyone can interfere with," Aramaki sneered, searching for his target among the masked men.
Three of the five masked men were tall and powerfully built, around three meters, four meters, and five meters tall, and none of them looked easy to deal with.
There was also a flashy old man in a red suit, and even through the mask he looked like the word crazy was written on him, not a good choice either.
That left only one man with bare, hairy legs and a long sword. He looked ordinary, about the level of a vice admiral.
Fine, you will do.
Aramaki's eyes flashed, and his arm turned into a giant tree, striking out like a wooden dragon. "Brat, not everyone gets to step in here."
None of Gion, Zephyr, or Aokiji tried to stop him. They only looked at Aramaki strangely.
The true identities of these masked fighters were hidden from the public, and even from ordinary admirals, but to these people, it was obvious.
That swordsman had once been the Pirate King.
The masked man, Roger, silently drew his blade. As a prisoner, he did not want to say anything.
Deep purple black Haki surged out, coiling around the blade like a whirlpool. It carried a suffocating pressure, as if it could destroy everything in its path. This was Conqueror's Haki.
Roger charged at Aramaki at terrifying speed, like a bolt of lightning.
The blade flashed, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle. It was unbelievably sharp, able to cut through steel and stone with ease.
"Conqueror's Haki coating?"
Aramaki's face filled with shock as his right arm was severed.
He did not even have time to feel the pain. The shock made his scalp go numb.
This was clearly power that only the Yonko could wield, so why could an ordinary looking masked swordsman use it?
He was not Caelan, not Kaido, not Big Mom, not Shanks.
Who was he?
"Kamusari?"
"Roger."
Kong's pupils shrank, and he shouted in disbelief.
(To be continued.)