Whitebeard shook his head slightly, the motion barely perceptible, but the cold, dismissive smirk that curled at the corners of his lips spoke volumes.
"Gurararara! Sengoku, spare me your pathetic lies," he rumbled, his voice dripping with contempt.
"Whether the man is here or not, I'll find out for myself!"
With that, Whitebeard's body transformed.
His powerful legs dissolved into streaks of raw, dazzling lightning, and he launched himself forward, slicing through the sky like a living thunderbolt.
He gripped his Murakumogiri tightly, its colossal blade gleaming with a cold, unforgiving light as he pointed it straight at the central tower of Navy Headquarters.
Today, gods would be slain and Buddhas would be felled.
The air grew thick with a crushing tension.
Everyone held their breath, bracing for the inevitable collision.
Amidst the crackling lightning, Whitebeard's towering figure seemed even more indomitable, an invincible war god descending upon the mortal realm, each step carrying the force of a thunderclap.
He was going to raze Marineford to the ground if he had to!
Sengoku's expression darkened, but he didn't retreat an inch.
He knew this battle was unavoidable.
Taking a deep breath, he channeled all his strength, preparing to meet Whitebeard's cataclysmic onslaught.
The two overwhelming forces collided midair, unleashing an earth-shaking explosion that sent shockwaves ripping across the island.
Whitebeard and Sengoku were locked in a fierce, brutal fight, their figures becoming blurs of gold and white as they intertwined.
Every strike carried devastating power; each move was capable of destroying island.
"Hmph! Whitebeard! This is no place for you to run wild!"
A new voice joined the fray.
Garp, the Marine Hero, finally stepped forward.
His face was stern, and each of his heavy step caused the ground to tremble.
His piercing gaze locked onto Whitebeard, burning with an unyielding resolve.
With a sudden, explosive leap, he launched himself from the ground, his movements as swift and powerful as a panther.
His fist gleamed coldly, his knuckles cracking with the promise of earth-shattering force.
A dense, swirling layer of Armament Haki coiled around it, and the very air around his fist seemed to ignite with a blinding crimson light.
"Galaxy Impact!" Garp bellowed, his punch streaking through the sky like a meteor, aimed directly for Whitebeard.
Yet, at that critical moment, a massive blade flashed like lightning, slashing down to intercept the attack just three inches from Garp's fist.
A terrifying shockwave of pure Haki erupted from the clash, forming a massive, visible dome of force that swept outward in all directions.
The windows of the Navy Headquarters tower shattered instantly, glass raining down like glittering, deadly hail.
Marines on the plaza below were sent tumbling, their faces filled with a mixture of awe and raw terror as they stared at the two legends battling in the sky.
They had never witnessed such an intense fight before—their hearts were overwhelmed with shock and reverence.
The other Vice Admirals could only watch in horror, knowing that at this level of combat, they were nothing more than spectators.
"HAHAHAHA! Newgate, now this is more like the old days!" Garp roared with laughter, his voice brimming with a wild, exhilarating battle fervor.
He swung his fists relentlessly, each punch carrying the momentum of a cannonball, pouring all his rage and strength into the brawl.
"Gurararara! Garp, fighting you is always more satisfying!" Whitebeard responded, his own booming laughter shaking the air like thunder.
"That old schemer Sengoku thinks too much! He always calculates when he should be fighting!"
His Murakumogiri, now imbued with the shimmering, world-breaking power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, rose high before slashing down with devastating force.
The single slash seemed to tear a fissure in the very air itself, carrying a boundless, destructive pressure.
Seeing this, Garp fearlessly met it head-on.
His arms, coated in the thickest layer of Armament Haki he could muster, formed an impenetrable barrier.
Yet even so, as the blade clashed against his arms, he could feel the tremendous, bone-jarring vibrations of the quake power being transmitted through his defense.
Without his legendary Haki, the bones in his entire arm would have been shattered into dust.
"You old bastard, every single swing of yours still packs a hell of a punch!" Garp gritted his teeth against the numbing pain, responding with another solid, heavy punch that concentrated all of his strength, striking Whitebeard squarely in the chest.
The battle between the two old rivals grew increasingly intense, a dance of legends accompanied by deafening impacts and island-shaking shockwaves.
Watching from the sidelines, Sengoku couldn't help but let his expression darken.
'Me? A schemer?' he thought, a vein pulsing in his temple.
He'd already been slashed by an impossible third arm.
He'd had his blood forcibly harvested like a common resource.
"Newgate, you won't be leaving so easily today!" Sengoku shouted, launching himself back into the air with an impact wave and charging toward the fray.
He decided to personally rejoin this fierce battle, determined to put a stop to Whitebeard's rampage.
With his addition, the battlefield's tension escalated even further.
"Gurararara! Interesting! fighting two against one is no problem for me!" Whitebeard laughed heartily, his eyes blazing with an indomitable fighting spirit.
Lightning flickered around his colossal body illuminating his face.
Utilizing the speed of the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, he deftly weaved between his two legendary opponents, dodging Garp's iron fists while countering Sengoku's golden shockwaves with tremor-infused blasts of his own.
The battle was exceptionally intense, a chaotic, breathtaking spectacle.
After dozens of exchanges, Sengoku realized they hadn't gained any real advantage.
Worse, he hadn't managed to force Whitebeard to use that mysterious third hand again.
Frowning, he began considering new strategies.
His gaze then turned to the two Admirals observing from the sidelines.
"Kuzan! Borsalino!" he reminded them, his voice sharp.
"Don't forget the mission!"
Hearing Sengoku's words, Aokiji and Kizaru immediately understood.
They exchanged glances before standing up to join the already blazing battle.
"Ara~ A three-fruit user..." Aokiji said, his usual lazy tone doing nothing to hide the dangerous curiosity in his eyes.
"I'd like to see just how strong that really is."
Kizaru was more direct, a smirk playing on his lips.
"For a raise ahem.... Whitebeard… it's time for you to returned my blood!"
In an instant, the battlefield expanded infinitely, the already tense atmosphere growing even more charged with hostility.
Facing the joint assault of four of the Navy's absolute heaviest hitters, even the mighty Whitebeard, the Strongest Man in the World, felt an unprecedented, immense pressure.
Yet he neither retreated nor panicked.
A wild, savage grin spread across his face.
He responded to their combined pressure with an even greater composure, his figure flickering continuously between lightning strikes as he weaved and dodged among his opponents, searching for the first opening to counterattack.
The air was thick with the scent of ozone and impending doom.
An earth-shattering battle, a war to decide the fate of the era, was truly unfolding.
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