One Piece: The user of the Nen-Nen Fruit, who overturned the sea.

clang--!!!

Another head-on collision.

The clash of fists and swords created a shockwave that cracked the ground beneath their feet.

Shanks retreated five steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

Blood was seeping from the base of his thumb, and his arm was trembling slightly.

Garp's iron fist is terrifying. The power, the hardness, and the overwhelming aura are simply beyond what humans can withstand head-on.

"Redhead! You've improved quite a bit over the years!"

Garp laughed and threw another punch.

Shanks took a deep breath, and Griffin stood in front of him to take the punch again.

clang--!!

Shanks' body moved backward uncontrollably again.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

This guy, known as the "Naval Hero," was once a monster who could go toe-to-toe with Whitebeard and repeatedly cornered the Pirate King.

Shanks knows that he is far inferior to the captain he once was, and being able to confront Garp head-on to this extent is the greatest recognition of his strength.

But he can't back out now.

Roy is fighting Akainu, Beckman is holding off Aokiji, and Tesoro is besieging Zeff.

Every battlefield has its own mission.

His mission is to hold Karp back.

Shanks steadied himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and grinned, his white teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

Shanks flicked his arm, and Griffin rose again: "Garp, again."

In the third battlefield, Beckman and Aokiji's group appeared quite "quiet".

Aokiji stood on a patch of ice, hands in his pockets, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, his expression nonchalant.

Beckman stood about ten paces away from him, the muzzle of his pistol slightly lowered, but his finger never left the trigger.

Raki Lu was gnawing on meat on the flank, while Yasopp was sniping from a rooftop in the distance, the muzzle always aimed at Aokiji's forehead.

But neither of them made the first move.

Aokiji didn't move because he didn't want to fight either.

Beckman didn't move because he knew he couldn't win, at least not against Aokiji at full strength. But keeping him occupied was enough.

Aokiji's gaze pierced through the battlefield, landing on the most intense battle in the distance.

Akainu's magma and Roy's psychic powers were colliding fiercely, each impact exploding into a blinding light that illuminated half the sky.

Roy... he's improved by more than one level compared to a few years ago.

He has reached a level of skill in telekinesis, Armament Haki, Observation Haki, and physical techniques that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

More importantly, his fighting style does not rely on the single advantage of too many Devil Fruit abilities, but rather integrates psychic power, Haki, and physical skills into the most efficient fighting style.

If Akainu is caught out of his way, he might suffer a great loss again.

Aokiji pulled his hand out of his pocket, and the ice beneath his feet began to spread toward Akainu.

boom--!

A bullet imbued with Armament Haki struck precisely the path of the ice spreading across the surface, shattering the thin layer of ice.

Beckman's gun was smoking: "Aokiji, I'm your opponent."

Beckman doesn't have Roy's overwhelming strength, but he has enough experience and ability to prevent a naval admiral from supporting other battlefields.

Moreover, he has a group of capable partners behind him.

Aokiji looked at Beckman, paused for a moment, and then put his hands back into his pockets.

"Alright. Okay."

His gaze passed over Beckman and landed on the distant battlefield, a barely perceptible hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

Sakazuki, you'd better watch yourself.

On the most crucial battlefield, the fight between Roy and Akainu had completely devolved into an unequal and crushing defeat.

Roy's Autumn Water streaked through the air in dark arcs, striking Akainu repeatedly.

While Akainu's magma defense could reduce most of the impact, Roy's strength was simply terrifying.

Each blow caused Akainu's body to sink a little deeper, and the lava pool beneath his feet was dented and then bulged out.

What angered Akainu even more was Roy's dodge.

His Ghost Hound, Crimson Lotus, Volcanic Collapse—all his close-range killing moves were anticipated by Roy before he even made a move.

Roy's Observation Haki has reached the level of foreseeing the future, coupled with his control over space through his psychic abilities...

Roy was able to anticipate and analyze the trajectory, landing point, and force of every attack Akainu made.

Then Roy will strike Akainu at his weakest point to interrupt him.

Akainu's battlefield control, precise to the millisecond, allowed his rage to build.

Magma surged within him, and Armament Haki coursed through his skin. He poured all his power into his attacks, but he simply couldn't hit them.

The feeling is like punching the surface of water with all your might, but you can't even touch the hem of your opponent's clothes.

"Roy!!!"

Akainu's roar exploded across the battlefield.

"The mighty Emperor of Heaven! Is all he can do is hide like a rat?!"

Roy's figure froze in mid-air.

Qiu Shui's blade drooped slightly, the residual heat of the magma still lingering on the blade, emitting a sizzling sound.

He looked at Admiral Akainu, whose mouth still had blood on it, and whose right shoulder had been slightly hunched from being struck by the back of Akainu's sword.

His chest heaved violently, and beneath his magma-like skin, one could vaguely see bloody, mangled wounds.

After fighting for so long, Roy has barely used his Devil Fruit ability.

The psychic field is only used for dodging; the gravity suppression, mental impact, and the killer moves after the fruit awakens have not yet been used.

He used only physical skills and two types of Haki to suppress Akainu like this.

"mouse?"

Roy's lips curled into a playful smile, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Provocation. The oldest and most clichéd tactic.

If such words could shake Roy's resolve, then he wouldn't need to be on the high seas anymore.

but--

Roy looked at Akainu's angry and ferocious face. Even at this point, the iron-blooded general's fighting spirit had not diminished.

The lava was still churning, the fists were still clenched, and the killing intent was still burning.

"it is good."

"Since you want to fight head-on, then I'll fight you head-on."

Roy's voice was calm, as if he were granting a perfectly ordinary request.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the air in mid-air suddenly trembled.

Telekinetic domain, fully activated.

An invisible force spread wildly from Roy's center, filling the space within a radius of several hundred meters with a heavy sense of oppression.

The pebbles on the ground began to tremble, then were pressed into the ground by an invisible force.

The surface of the lava pool was dented by the pressure, and the lava under Akainu's feet hissed, with splashing liquid lava being crushed back to the ground by gravity.

Gravity suppression.

Akainu's shoulder suddenly felt heavy.

He felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him—not from above, but from all sides.

Every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone is bearing unimaginable pressure.

He gritted his teeth and strained his legs, trying to stand firm.

But the ground beneath his feet could not withstand this double pressure and began to crack inch by inch, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards from him.

"You bastard..." Akainu's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, and veins bulged on his forehead.