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

Kuina, all alone, is now in the midst of a fierce battle.

Although she was highly talented in swordsmanship and had been personally taught by Hawkeye, her combat experience was ultimately no match for those battle-hardened naval officers.

Despite the steel balloons providing protection, she had several small wounds on her body, and her breathing had become slightly rapid.

Just as she forced back a commodore with a single sword strike, and her steps faltered slightly,

A tall figure stood in front of her like an insurmountable wall.

Hawkeye glanced down at her, his golden eyes remaining completely unmoved.

"Well done," he said casually.

However, at that moment, a bone-chilling cold air came from the side.

Hawkeye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he swung his sword backhand, unleashing a massive green slash.

It collided with a thick ice wall that appeared out of nowhere.

"boom--!!!"

The ice wall was shattered by the attack, sending ice shards flying everywhere. After the ice shards cleared, a tall, slender figure emerged from the chilling air.

Admiral Aokiji.

"That's enough, Hawkeye."

At Aokiji's feet, ice continued to spread outwards, completely turning this area into his domain.

Hawkeye turned around and faced Aokiji.

He slowly raised the black sword Night in his hand, his face still expressionless.

But an invisible pressure made the surrounding air feel heavy.

"Aokiji? Nice to meet you!" Hawkeye's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Aokiji scratched his head and sighed.

"So polite? That's really not befitting of someone a pirate like you."

Hawkeye ignored Aokiji's teasing and simply held the black sword Yoru upright in front of him, assuming a starting stance.

That posture was exactly the same as Kuina's posture in the previous battle, but it was more perfect and more flawless.

At this moment, Guina was finally able to catch her breath.

Before she could even tend to her wounds, a beautiful female swordsman dressed in pink and wielding the famous sword Jinpilu appeared before her.

Admiral Candidate, Momousagi Gion.

As Kuina looked at the tall woman who suddenly appeared in front of her, the image of the strong woman Roy had described to her when he was enlightening her immediately came to mind.

"So you're the naval swordswoman, Momousagi Gion, that Mr. Roy was talking about?"

Kuina gripped the Ame no Habakiri tightly in her hand, her eyes becoming exceptionally serious.

Momousagi looked at the young girl in front of her, whose eyes were unusually firm despite her young age, and was slightly taken aback.

"Looks like I'm pretty famous among pirates."

"good."

Kuina held the Ame no Habakiri upright in front of her, assuming a standard high stance, the starting position for a swordsman's duel.

"I want to see if a female swordsman can truly become the strongest in the world!"

Momousagi looked at the pure fighting spirit in Kuina's eyes, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

She slowly drew the Golden Pilo from her waist; the sharp blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"Impressive momentum."

Momousagi also assumed a fighting stance, her eyes sharpening.

"Are you prepared to die here, little pirate girl!"

Guina took a deep breath, clearing her mind of all distractions.

At that moment, all she could see was the sword in her hand and her opponent.

"I won't lose!"

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Marineford has become a chaotic battlefield.

From the sky to the ground, from the harbor to the plaza, everywhere was filled with the clanging of swords clashing, the booming of Devil Fruit powers exploding, and the screams of humans on the verge of death.

The navy's white uniforms were intertwined with those of the Beehive Island members.

Like two raging tides clashing against each other, they wrecked together on the ice, in the ruins, and beside the wreckage of warships.

With Sengoku tied down by Yamato and the four-man group of Savi, the admiral was no longer able to spare any energy to command the overall situation.

His Buddha-like body shone with golden light, and each palm strike carried a world-destroying power, but Yamato fearlessly met the attack head-on.

With the four men, including Savi, harassing him from the side like a pack of wolves, he felt trapped in an invisible net, unable to break free.

"Annoying brat!"

Sengoku forced Yamato back with a single palm strike, then unleashed another shockwave at Savi.

Savi dodged to the side, the shockwave grazing his shoulder and blasting a large hole in the building behind him.

"Heh heh, Warring States Marshal, your opponents are the five of us!"

Enel floated in mid-air, pointing his golden staff, and another bolt of lightning struck Sengoku's face.

Zhan Guo raised his hand to block the lightning, and a scorch mark was left on the gold paint on his palm.

His gaze swept past the few persistent fellows in front of him, across the entire battlefield—

Zephyr was entangled by the Burgess trio.

Karp is confronting Barrett.

Kizaru was held back by Tesoro.

Aokiji faced off against Hawkeye.

Standing in front of Akainu are Lucci's four-person partner group.

Meanwhile, the navy's junior officers are being slaughtered at will by Crocodile, Kuma, Cyrus, Baal, and other executives from Beehive Island.

The command system was completely paralyzed.

The navy's formation has been completely broken.

"Each fighting their own battle!"

Sengoku roared the command once more, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

"All Marines, abandon the Whitebeard Pirates! Stop the Roy Pirates with everything you have!"

This command was like a pebble thrown into water, creating ripples.

The Marines who were originally engaged with the Whitebeard Pirates turned their guns on the nearest members of Beehive Island.

But they soon discovered that every single one of these guys from Beehive Island was a monster.

Crocodile stood amidst a sea of ​​yellow sand, his golden hook gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

His Sand-Sand Fruit ability is incredibly useful on the battlefield; with each wave of his hand, he can create a desert storm that sucks the lifeless bodies of the charging Marine soldiers.

He always had a cigar dangling from his lips, his expression as indifferent as if he were handling a batch of unimportant goods.

"Sand crocodile!"

A rear admiral charged forward, sword in hand, Armament Haki swirling around the blade, and slashed at Crocodile's neck.

Crocodile didn't even use his elemental form to evade.

He raised the golden hook, precisely caught the blade, and then his left hand transformed into a sand blade, slashing horizontally.

The major general's chest was slashed by the sand blade, and his entire body rapidly shrank from the chest down, turning into a skeleton before he could even scream.

"Overestimating yourself." Crocodile exhaled a smoke ring.

The bear's fighting style is more silent and more terrifying.

He stood in the very center of the battlefield, surrounded by the bodies of dozens of naval soldiers lying haphazardly on the ice.

His bear paws slapped the air repeatedly, each slap compressing a semi-transparent bear paw-shaped energy ball, which was then gently pushed out.

Those energy projectiles weren't traveling very fast, but once they landed in a crowd,

It will explode into a small mushroom cloud, evaporating all life within a radius of tens of meters.

No one can get close to him.

Those naval soldiers who tried to fire at him from a distance had their bullets deflected by his Paw-Paw Fruit ability before they even reached halfway, piercing their own heads.