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

Cyrus, meanwhile, was having a great time killing among the giants.

Each swing of his greatsword carried the power to cut through steel.

Those naval giants, some over ten meters tall, were like clumsy puppets under his sword, their ankles severed and they collapsed to the ground with a thud.

A giant lieutenant general, with his last ounce of strength, swung his giant axe down at him.

Cyrus touched the ground with both feet and his body sprang up like a spring, leaping directly onto the surface of the giant axe.

He ran wildly along the axe handle, rushing towards the giant in his terrified gaze, and slashed horizontally with the greatsword, blood gushing out.

"The thirteenth."

Cyrus landed on the ice and shook the blood off his sword.

Baal, in his rock giant form, remains the most conspicuous presence on the battlefield.

With each swing of its massive, hundred-meter-tall body, dozens of naval soldiers were sent flying.

The naval gunfire only left small dents on the rock surface, which were quickly filled and repaired by the surrounding rocks.

He walked step by step toward the Naval Headquarters building, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake.

However, the mid- to high-ranking naval officers were not without a chance to fight back.

After the initial chaos, the powerful lieutenant generals began to organize an effective counterattack.

They worked in groups of three or five, using Armament Haki to withstand the attacks from the Beehive Island executives, and then looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

On the other side of the battlefield, the pressure on the Whitebeard Pirates was greatly reduced due to Sengoku's orders.

The naval soldiers who had originally surrounded them turned around and went to deal with the people on Beehive Island.

This gave the Whitebeard Pirates a precious chance to catch their breath.

Marco tried to escort Whitebeard back, blue flames burning on his body, healing his wounds.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, watching the officers from Beehive Island rampage through the naval ranks, a complex smile appearing on his lips.

"Dad, the people from Beehive Island..." Marco turned to look at the white-bearded man.

Whitebeard remained standing on the ice, with Murakumo Kiri leaning on his arm beside him.

The bleeding from his chest wound was temporarily stopped by Marco's blue flame healing.

But everyone could see that Dad had reached his limit.

His breathing was heavy and disordered, and his hand holding the naginata was trembling slightly.

But there was no sign of backing down in the white-bearded man's eyes.

"Gurarara—that kid Roy certainly knows how to pick his timing."

Whitebeard looked up at the massive hull of the Ark of Truth in the sky, then glanced at Akainu confronting Lucci and the others, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Sons, get Ace and Luffy to the port now!"

"But Dad—" Joz was about to say something when the white-bearded man interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"I can still fight."

The white-bearded man's voice was resolute.

"The most important thing is that you get Ace out safely."

The people of Beehive Island have helped us tie down the main naval force; we can't waste this opportunity.

"But, Dad, you..."

"Marco, I don't want to die of old age in a hospital bed!"

"For a pirate, dying on the battlefield is the most romantic ending, isn't it!"

"What are you saying, Dad?!"

Before Marco could finish speaking, he was moved by the white-bearded man's gaze as he looked toward the battlefield.

As Whitebeard said, how could someone who had roamed the seas for decades willingly die of old age on a sick ship?

Ace, on whom his father had placed high hopes, has now been rescued, and the Whitebeard Pirates now have a 'successor'.

He had no reason to stop Whitebeard's thirst for battle.

Even though it was clear that Whitebeard was determined to die.

Marco gritted his teeth, took a deep look at his father, and finally nodded.

He flapped his wings and took flight, leaving a long trail of blue flames in the air.

The captains surrounding Whitebeard were all well aware of his determination.

One by one, they either held back their tears or pretended to be confused, smiling as they said their final goodbyes to Whitebeard before flying off in the direction of Luffy and Ace.

Meanwhile, Luffy and Ace were running towards the port under the cover of Jinbe, Moria, and Hancock.

Luffy was exhausted and was barely dragging himself forward by sheer willpower.

Ace wasn't in much better shape either; although the flames had reignited,

However, his body, which had been suppressed by the Seastone chains for many days, had not fully recovered, and every time he used the Fire Fist, he was accompanied by severe dizziness.

"Hang in there! The port is just ahead!"

Jinbe blasted away the Navy soldier blocking his way with a 5,000-tile straight punch, then turned and shouted at the two men.

Moria's shadow bats formed a black barrier behind them, blocking all the pursuing artillery fire.

Hancock was responsible for clearing away the stragglers surging from both sides; each time she kicked out with her fragrant foot, several naval soldiers turned to stone.

Meanwhile, Marco had already flown over them from the direction of the port.

The blue flame wings unfurled in the sunlight, deflecting several cannonballs fired at Luffy.

"Straw Hat Boy! Ace!"

Marco shouted in the air,

"Dad said, you guys go first! We'll cover your retreat!"

"Marco!"

Ace looked up at Marco, who was covered in wounds, and his eyes instantly reddened.

"Dad—"

"Dad's alright!"

Marco interrupted him, fighting back tears, but his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"You all need to leave quickly, don't let your father's efforts be in vain!"

Luffy gritted his teeth and grabbed Ace's arm.

"Let's go, Ace!"

Ace glanced back one last time at the enormous figure on the battlefield—

Whitebeard raised his naginata again, the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit gathering on the blade.

Before him stood Akainu and the CP group, and behind him burned Marineford.

"Dad..." Ace's tears finally fell.

Then he didn't look back and ran wildly towards the port with Luffy.

At this moment, the defensive line built by the Beehive Island officers behind them is enduring the Navy's fiercest counterattack.

Above the battlefield, two powerful auras, each capable of changing the very fabric of the world, were clashing violently.

On one side is the number two figure on Beehive Island, White Tiger Barrett.

He transformed into a human-beast form, the white tiger stripes gleaming dazzlingly beneath his skin.

His body was surrounded by flaming clouds and black and red ghostly lightning.

Although his size had shrunk, the sense of oppression was even stronger, and every step he took on the ice created a spiderweb-like crack.

On the other side is the naval hero, Iron Fist Garp.

The white-haired old man stood atop the ruins, his cloak of justice fluttering behind him.

His fists were clenched, and Armament Haki covered his wrists, turning them as black as ink.

Even more terrifying was the fact that dark red, domineering lightning was wrapped around the pitch-black surface.

The two forces intertwined, causing the space around his fist to distort and deform.

"Garp—!!!"

Barrett let out a deafening roar, his legs suddenly straining to deliver the final blow.

A huge crater, more than ten meters in diameter, was blasted open on the ice beneath our feet.

He charged towards Garp like a cannonball, the demonic energy and Conqueror's Haki condensing on his right fist merging into a black and red beam of light, which slammed into Garp's face.

"Kid—don't be so arrogant!!!"

Garp didn't back down, throwing a punch in return. His iron fist...

The black and red lightning crackled and collided violently with Barrett's fist in mid-air.