Moria was obsessed with creating powerful zombies, and Oars was undoubtedly the perfect material.
With Little Oars Jr.'s massive size, if he could be turned into a zombie, he would undoubtedly become Moria's most formidable asset.
Thinking of this, Moria grew even more greedy.
Just then, Little Oars Jr. suddenly halted his steps, stretched out his enormous hand, and grabbed a warship.
With a mighty roar, he hurled the warship straight toward the inner bay!
"Not good, stop it!"
Several Giant Vice Admirals paled at the sight and immediately leaped into action, attempting to intercept the warship.
As top-tier fighters within the Navy, they were immensely powerful. Working together, they believed they could stop the warship.
Yet, the force behind the warship far exceeded their expectations.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, the Giant Vice Admirals collided with the speeding warship, the tremendous impact instantly sending them flying.
They, along with the warship, slammed violently into the fortress wall.
The wall was instantly smashed open, creating a massive breach. The Giant Vice Admirals coughed up blood and fell unconscious.
Witnessing this, the remaining Giant Vice Admirals turned pale.
As members of the Giant Tribe, they held high status within the Navy and were renowned for their formidable combat strength.
Yet, against Little Oars Jr.'s attack, they had proven so utterly powerless.
Even so, they did not retreat.
As Navy soldiers, it was their duty to protect Marineford.
"Truly terrifying. This is the first time in my life I've had to look up at someone," one Giant Vice Admiral murmured, gazing at Little Oars Jr.'s colossal form. "No matter what, we must stop him. For the Navy, for Justice, even if it costs us everything, we cannot let him near the execution platform!"
"Right. Stop him!"
The remaining Giant Vice Admirals echoed in unison, gripping their weapons tightly as they charged toward Little Oars Jr.
Soon, the Giant Vice Admirals were locked in combat with Little Oars Jr.
They swung their massive weapons, targeting his legs and abdomen in an attempt to inflict serious damage.
But these Vice Admirals, who could easily overpower ordinary pirates, were no match for Little Oars Jr.
With casual sweeps of his enormous blade, Little Oars Jr. effortlessly parried their attacks, completely overwhelming them.
Within just a few strikes, one Giant Vice Admiral was seized by Little Oars Jr. and slammed violently onto the ice.
The ice shattered instantly, and the Vice Admiral coughed up blood, slain on the spot.
The remaining Giant Vice Admirals were no match either, each easily defeated by Little Oars Jr. and rendered combat-ineffective.
Little Oars Jr.'s valor shook the entire battlefield.
Both Navy soldiers and pirates were awed by his power. Watching him bulldoze his way toward the execution platform, no one dared to step forward and block his path.
Yet, despite this, Whitebeard, standing at the bow of the Moby Dick, felt no joy.
Instead, his expression grew grave and somber.
He understood all too well the brutality of this battlefield, where the Three Marine Admirals, the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and countless other top-tier fighters had gathered.
Although Little Oars Jr. possessed a massive frame and formidable strength, on a battlefield of this level, his power alone could not alter the course of the war.
In fact, due to his enormous size, he became a prime target, ultimately leading to his death.
Whitebeard slowly turned his head toward Little Oars Jr. and shouted loudly:
"Oars, you fool! There's a difference between bravery and recklessness! Fall back now—charging forward like this will only get you killed!"
Hearing Whitebeard's call, Little Oars Jr. paused briefly. He turned to look at Whitebeard and stubbornly replied:
"Old Man, don't stop me! I must save Ace!
Ace is our comrade. I can't just watch him be executed. Even if it costs me my life, I will rescue him!"
With that, he ignored Whitebeard's warning, turned back, and charged once more toward the execution platform.
His eyes were resolute. Though his body was already covered in wounds, he never once thought of giving up. His mind held only one thought: to save Ace.
At this moment, most of the Marine's top fighters were being held back by members of the Whitebeard Pirates' main fleet, leaving them with no spare energy to stop Little Oars Jr.
Without interference from elite fighters, Little Oars Jr.'s advance grew faster and faster. He soon approached Marineford's inner bay, drawing closer and closer to the execution platform.
Just as Little Oars Jr. was about to charge into the inner bay and close in on the execution platform, a top-tier fighter finally made a move.
Tyrant Bartholomew Kuma, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, slowly raised his fist, activating his Paw-Paw Fruit ability.
A dazzling white light rapidly gathered in his palm, gradually forming a massive white bear-paw bubble.
The bear-paw bubble then compressed continuously, shrinking to the size of a palm. Though small, it contained terrifying power.
The next moment, Kuma gently struck the bear-paw bubble toward Little Oars Jr.
The bubble floated slowly through the air, appearing light and seemingly harmless.
Seeing this drifting bubble, Little Oars Jr. showed a hint of disdain and made no attempt to dodge.
In his view, such a tiny bubble couldn't possibly harm him. Even if it hit, it would be nothing more than a tickle.
He continued advancing, paying no attention to the approaching bubble.
However, the next second, the bear-paw bubble struck Little Oars Jr.'s abdomen. At the same time, Kuma's voice echoed across the battlefield:
"Ursine Palm Impact!"
The moment the bear-paw bubble made contact with Little Oars Jr.'s abdomen, something terrifying occurred.
The originally small bubble instantly erupted. A devastating shockwave, centered on Little Oars Jr.'s abdomen, rapidly spread in all directions.
The shockwave's power was immense. Wherever it passed, pirates and Marines on the ice, as well as nearby ships, were instantly blown away.
Little Oars Jr., at the epicenter, wore an expression of extreme agony and couldn't help but let out a howl of pain.
Through the smoke, one could faintly see his eyes rolling back—a clear sign he had been severely wounded.
As the smoke gradually cleared, Little Oars Jr.'s legs gave way, and he collapsed heavily onto his knees on the ice.
He tried to push himself up, but no matter how hard he struggled, his body refused to obey. He lacked even the strength to stand.
A massive wound had opened on his abdomen, blood continuously seeping from it, his breath growing fainter and fainter.
On the execution platform, Ace watched Little Oars Jr. kneeling on the icy surface and could no longer hold back, crying out in grief and fury:
"Oars, stop! You can't make it here. You've already done more than enough—go back!
Go back now! Don't throw your life away for nothing here!"
His voice was filled with anguish and rage, tears welling in his eyes, yet stubbornly refusing to fall.
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