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

"Dad—!!!"

"Dad personally took action—!!!"

"Charge! Charge with Daddy!!!"

The pirates' morale reached its peak at this moment.

Those who were about to give up raised their knives again, and those who were retreating charged forward again.

Whitebeard walked ahead of everyone else.

His silhouette was like a flag, fluttering in the smoke-filled battlefield.

On the ice, the white-bearded man held a naginata in one hand, the tip of the blade leaving a long groove in the ice.

Blood was still seeping from the wound in his chest, but he walked with the steady gait of a moving mountain.

The naval soldiers blocking his way involuntarily stepped back.

No one wanted to be the first to rush forward anymore.

Whitebeard slowly raised his naginata, the tip of which drew an arc in front of him.

A translucent sphere condensed on the tip of the knife. The sphere was not large, only about the size of a fist, but the compressed vibrational energy inside caused the surrounding air to begin to distort and deform.

"Hey kids, watch closely."

The white-bearded man's lips curled slightly upward, and he swung his naginata forward with a sudden movement.

The translucent sphere shot out from the knife, tracing a straight path through the air.

After flying several dozen meters, the sphere came to a stop.

Then--

"Duang—!!!"

A deafening roar.

The space around the sphere shattered like glass. Cracks spread wildly from the center of the sphere in all directions, and the cracking sound echoed throughout the battlefield.

The shockwave spread outward in a fan shape from the center of the sphere, shattering the ice surface wherever it passed, with the ice fragments flying several meters high.

The naval formation ahead of the shockwave looked as if it had been slapped hard by an invisible giant hand.

The soldiers in the front row were blasted away, their bodies tumbling through the air as they crashed into their comrades behind them.

Although the soldiers in the back row were not thrown away, the moment the shockwave passed through their bodies, their internal organs felt as if they were being churned up, and blood gushed from their mouths and noses at the same time.

A huge breach was blasted through the entire naval forward positions.

Navy soldiers lay scattered across the ice, some clutching their chests and screaming, some convulsing on the ice, and others completely unconscious.

From where Whitebeard stood to the end of the gap, the straight-line distance was at least two hundred meters, and all the navy within two hundred meters was cleared out.

The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment.

The artillery fire stopped, the shouts of battle ceased, and even the distant sound of the waves seemed to be stunned by the attack.

All eyes were focused on the gap, on the passage that the white-bearded man had cleared with a single stroke.

"Dad—!!!"

"Dad is invincible!!!"

"Charge! Charge with Daddy!!!"

The pirates' cheers were deafening.

Those pirates who had just been suppressed by the navy suddenly got up from the ground as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and charged forward while yelling and brandishing their swords.

Whitebeard didn't shout.

He twirled his naginata in his hand, the tip pointing back at the ground.

Then he slightly bent his legs, his knees forming a power-gathering arc.

"boom--!!!"

A large crater, several meters in diameter, was blasted open on the ice beneath Whitebeard's feet.

His body shot into the sky like a cannonball, soaring through the air over the navy's forward positions, over the heads of the still-dazed naval soldiers, and over the gun emplacements and fortifications.

He landed right in the center of the naval encirclement.

The moment it landed, the entire Marineford region shuddered.

Whitebeard stood surrounded by tens of thousands of navy men, surrounded by white naval uniforms and gleaming bayonets, but he showed no fear on his face; instead, he grinned.

"Come."

Just one word.

Whitebeard's Murakumogiri drew a silvery-white arc in mid-air.

The arc was very long, stretching from the right side of the white beard to the left, drawing a complete semicircle in mid-air.

As the blade flashed, more than a dozen naval soldiers were sent flying at the same time.

The soldiers tumbled through the air, crashing into their comrades behind them, one soldier knocking down a group, like dominoes falling down in a chaotic mess.

The white beard didn't stop.

He twirled the naginata in his hand, hilt facing forward, tip pointing backward, and then delivered a backhand horizontal smash.

The hilt of the sword slammed into a rear admiral's chest, sending him flying before he could even scream.

His chest was caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air before crashing through a wall and coming to a stop.

Then the naginata spun around again, blade facing forward, and slashed vertically.

A naval commodore wielding a giant shield was cleaved in two, shield and all.

The shield split in the middle, the cut surface as smooth as if it had been laser-cut.

Whitebeard rampaged through the naval encirclement.

His naginata flashed up and down, each strike taking away a large number of naval soldiers.

The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit is wrapped around the blade, causing a small-scale vibration every time the blade touches the air, making the surrounding soldiers unsteady.

Someone fired at him from a distance, but the cannonballs were shattered in mid-air by the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.

Someone tried to sneak up on him from behind, but before he could even raise his knife, the white-bearded man punched him away.

Someone fired sea stone bullets, but the white-bearded man simply tilted his head and dodged them without even stopping.

One man, with only a knife, charged in and out of the encirclement of tens of thousands of navy soldiers as if they were nothing.

He's like a human bulldozer, pushing everything in his path.

Wherever it passed, naval soldiers were thrown about, their screams and the sound of bones breaking mingling together.

On the execution platform, the Warring States period was marked by a grim expression.

"Akainu!"

Sengoku picked up the speakerphone Den Den Mushi, his voice laced with suppressed anger, "Stop Whitebeard! We can't let him keep fighting like this!"

On the battlefield, Akainu raised his head.

He had been dealing with the remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates and the Impel Down prisoners.

But now that Sengoku has personally called him out, he can no longer pretend he didn't see it.

"snort."

Akainu emerged from the lava, the ice beneath his feet melting into smoking holes from the intense heat.

His right arm transformed into scalding magma, the dark red magma churning and boiling on his arm, the temperature so high that the surrounding air was distorted and deformed.

"White beard."

Akainu's voice was deep and cold, each word sounding as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Your era should end."

Whitebeard stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and looked at the admiral who had lied to his son.

His lips curled slightly upward, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Lava imp."

The white-bearded man, his naginata slung over his shoulder, asked, "What did you just say to my son?"

"Just telling the truth."

Akainu had already raised his magma fist.

"I said you betrayed them—but now it seems you're even more foolish than I thought."

He was stabbed in the back by his own people.

The white-bearded man was not angry.

He simply planted the naginata in the ice beside him, freeing his hands, and slowly clenched his fists.

"I'm going to teach you something today."

A semi-transparent vibrating ball condensed on his right fist, twice the size of the one on the tip of the knife earlier.

"You son who lied to my father—"

The white-bearded man suddenly vanished from his spot.

The next second he appeared in front of Akainu, his right fist smashing down on Akainu's face with the force to shatter everything.

"There will be a price to pay—!!!"