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

Naval Headquarters, the Gulf.

The battle on the ice has reached a fever pitch.

Marco transformed into a phoenix and coiled around Kizaru. Blue flames and golden beams of light clashed in the air, and the shockwave from the collision of the two forces shattered the surrounding clouds.

Kizaru spoke while squinting as he unleashed a laser.

"The phoenix's abilities are really troublesome~"

Marco's wings were riddled with dozens of holes, but the blue flames always managed to heal them again.

"You're not bad either, you have the Glint-Glint Fruit."

The rhythm of their fight was strangely in sync—neither of them went for the kill.

The moment Jozu knocked Aokiji away, the entire ice surface trembled.

Aokiji shattered into ice shards in mid-air, only to reform in the next second, a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Before Jozu could give chase, Aokiji launched his counterattack—frost spread from Jozu's feet, freezing half of his body into an ice sculpture.

Akainu finally stood up.

His right fist transformed into magma, unleashing a massive magma punch at the white-bearded man.

The magma fist streaked across the sky above the battlefield, leaving trails of black smoke, and the intense heat melted and smoked the surrounding ice.

Whitebeard wielded his naginata with one hand, the Tremor-Tremor Fruit enveloping the blade, and the tip precisely pierced the center of the magma sphere.

Then he took a deep breath and exhaled it at the magma ball—the flames went out.

The magma ball cooled into a piece of black volcanic rock, which fell onto the deck with a thud and shattered into several pieces.

"Go light my birthday candles, you lava brat."

Akainu's expression grew even colder. His lips twitched, but he said nothing.

Roy shifted his gaze from Akainu and scanned the entire battlefield once more.

Now, even a vice admiral has been killed in action, and two squad leaders from Whitebeard's side have been carried off the front lines. The casualty figures on both sides are rising.

But the atmosphere of the decisive battle has not yet arrived.

Roy isn't in a hurry.

He's been preparing for ten years, so a little more time won't make a difference.

The Ark Maxim continued to hover in the clouds, with golden lightning silently dancing around its hull.

The sounds of fighting on the battlefield below pierced through the clouds, weakened into a muffled background noise, like the sound of distant waves.

A huge crack suddenly appeared on the ice, casting a large shadow.

The ancient giant Oars Jr. emerged from the very back of the Whitebeard fleet.

Its towering body, several tens of meters tall, cast a huge shadow on the ice, towering half a head higher than the walls of the Marine Headquarters.

With each step he took, the ice surface cracked in a spiderweb pattern, and the broken ice was crushed into powder under his feet.

The specially made scimitar in his hand was longer than his entire body, its blade rusted and stained with dried blood from the last battle.

"Ace—!!!"

Oz's roar made the eardrums of the naval soldiers in the square ache.

He tilted his head back, his face, half-hidden by a straw hat, filled with anxiety.

"I've come to save you—!"

You taught me to use a straw hat to shield myself from the sun, Oz will never forget!

You knitted a straw hat for Oz, and Oz always wore it!

He pointed to the execution platform.

The movement was clumsy, like a child's, but the direction of his finger was frighteningly precise—directly facing Ace, who was kneeling in the very center of the execution platform.

Ace suddenly raised his head.

He heard Oz's voice clearly, even through the sounds of gunfire and shouts of battle across the entire square.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say "Don't come any closer," but his voice was carried away by the sea breeze.

Seven naval giants, including Vice Admirals, faced off against the enemy simultaneously.

Saffon Ulf was the first to rush forward, his giant axe cleaving Oz's thigh, creating a deep, bone-revealing wound.

Oz grunted and swung his scimitar, sending Ulf flying dozens of meters away, axe and all.

Lacourrova cut in from the side, his spear piercing Oz's waist. Oz grabbed the shaft with his backhand and flung himself and the spear into the air.

The third giant general's battle axe struck Oz on the shoulder, the fourth giant's flail smashed into Oz's back, and the fifth giant's spear pierced Oz's calf.

Oz did not stop.

Such a minor injury is nothing to worry about on this ancient giant.

He smashed through the giant general's defenses with his body, and those giants, who were more than ten meters tall, were knocked around like children blocking his way.

His fist slammed into the execution platform.

That punch carried the sound of wind, blood, and the full power of an ancient giant.

Then a naginata pierced his abdomen.

Weebull's silly laughter rang in Oz's ears.

"Hehe, you're the enemy, so I have to kill you."

The naginata twisted half a turn inside Oz's stomach, and a mouthful of blood gushed from Oz's mouth, spraying onto the ice and creating a cloud of blood mist.

Doflamingo leaped from the edge of the execution platform.

His pink feather coat unfurled in the air, and his five fingers twitched slightly; the parasitic lines were almost invisible in the sunlight.

The thread got tangled around Oz's right knee.

"Speaking of which, the physical structure of the ancient giants is truly intriguing~"

Doflamingo beckoned with his finger.

Cut the line down.

Oz's right leg was cleanly severed at the knee, the cut as smooth as if it had been laser-cut.

Fresh blood gushed from the cut, splashing a large, dark red fan shape on the ice.

Oz's body lost its support and collapsed with a thud.

The ice surface was smashed, creating a huge dent, with cracks extending dozens of meters in all directions, and ice shards around it were shaken up to a height of more than a person.

"Oz—!!!"

The white-bearded man's naginata hilt slammed heavily onto the deck.

His face was expressionless, but the fingers gripping the hilt of the knife tightened slightly for a moment.

Marco swooped down from the sky.

Blue flame wings trailed two long trails of flame behind him, and Kizaru's laser beams followed closely, piercing his wings one after another.

Each time the flame is pierced, it can heal itself, but the healing speed is getting slower and slower.

Marco gritted his teeth and passed through the barrage of beams, landing on the ice where Oz had fallen, and injected blue flames into Oz's wounds.

"You were too careless," Marco said in a low voice.

Oz's eyes were half-closed, and he was still mumbling Ace's name.

His fingers twitched, trying to push himself up on the ice, but his severed right leg could no longer support his body, which was dozens of meters tall.

The blue flames enveloped his wound, temporarily stopping the bleeding, but the leg could not be reattached.

The aerial battle continues.

Marco flapped his wings and took to the air again, the blue flames and golden beams clashing once more.

The pace of their fight was faster than before—Kizaru's laser beams became increasingly dense, while Marco's flame healing speed became increasingly slow.

Kizaru tilted his head and looked at him.

"Even the phoenix's abilities have their limits~"

Marco didn't reply. The blue flames burned wildly on his left wing, completely filling the dozen or so holes that had just been shot through.

On the ice, the battle between Diamond Jozu and Aokiji reached its climax.

Jozu's right arm was half frozen, but the remaining half of his body continued to rampage in its diamond-like state. He crashed into Aokiji, who shattered into ice shards;

Aokiji reformed and counterattacked, freezing Jozu's left foot; Jozu shattered the ice and crashed into it again.

The two fought back and forth for more than a dozen rounds, and the surrounding ice surface was completely destroyed by their battle.

Aokiji's mouth was stained with more blood than before, and Jozu's right arm was also frozen over—neither of them had gained an advantage, but neither of them was willing to back down.

The duel between Vista and Momousagi was the quietest of all the battlefields.

Petals and sword energy clashed in the air, and each collision of their blades produced only a crisp, light metallic sound, unlike the earth-shattering sounds of other battlefields.

But both of them looked extremely serious. Vista wielded his twin blades in a dazzling display, the trajectory of his foil drawing countless arcs in the air;

Momousagi countered with her single-handed attack, each strike precisely hitting the weakest point in Vista's offensive.

When the two exchanged blows, their eyes met, revealing a mutual respect and admiration, as if they were evenly matched.

"How does your swordsmanship compare to Hawkeye's?" Momousagi asked.

"Have you ever seen him draw his knife?" Vista asked in return.

"Never seen it before."

"Then you wouldn't want to see it."

Both men simultaneously sheathed their swords, then simultaneously drew them again.

Sparks flew as the blades clashed, exploding in mid-air, and petals turned to ash amidst the flames.

The Whitebeard Pirates, led by their captains, broke through the Navy's first line of defense.

The pirates on the forty-three pirate ships shouted as they charged across the ice, engaging in fierce combat with the navy's forward forces.

The sounds of clashing swords, booming guns, screams, and roars mingled together.

The ice surface was littered with fallen figures and splattered blood.

The vice admirals led the counterattack, and the giant army rampaged across the ice.

The pirates tripped the giant with ropes and fishing nets, then hacked at him with swords and axes.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.