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

Fujitora said nothing more, raised his cane sword, and purple gravity ripples on the blade spread and contracted continuously.

"Gravity Blade - Fierce Tiger!"

The ferocious tiger slash, carrying terrifying gravity, flew out from the blade, distorting and deforming the space in its path. The rubble on the ground was sucked in and instantly crushed into powder.

Hawkeye swung his sword as well.

The pale green slash wave, carrying Conqueror's Haki, clashed violently with the Gravity Blade in mid-air. The two forces remained locked in a stalemate for about three seconds before exploding simultaneously.

The shockwave blew away all the rubble from buildings within a radius of several hundred meters.

Some naval soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were thrown backwards and crashed to the ground, spitting blood.

Fujitora frowned slightly.

He could sense the sword intent contained in Hawkeye's slash—pure sword intent, without any Devil Fruit power, yet it could withstand his gravity compression strike.

Is this the strength of the world's greatest swordsman?

Hawkeye didn't give Fujitora much time to reflect before launching his attack. His black sword, Yoru, drew visible arcs in the air, each strike precisely aimed at Fujitora's vital points.

Fujitora's gravity field erected a defensive wall in front of him, but Hawkeye's slash was too sharp—sharp enough to cut through gravity itself.

The two fought from the ground to mid-air, and then back down to the ground.

The clash between swordsmanship and gravity created huge craters on the battlefield, and no one dared to approach the area where they were fighting.

In the north-central part of the battlefield, Green Bull is locked in combat with Crocodile.

Green Bull's Forest Fruit transformed his body into a moving forest—countless thick roots extended from his body, spreading wildly across the ground, cracking even reinforced concrete wherever they went.

He tried to entangle Crocodile with the roots, but each time the roots touched Crocodile's body,

It will be drained of all its moisture by a drying force, turning into dry, crumbly debris.

"The Sand-Sand Fruit—your ability is a perfect counter to mine," Green Bull said through gritted teeth.

"That's natural."

Crocodile, a cigar dangling from his lips, the gold hook on his right hand gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"The desert is the natural enemy of all plants."

Your abundant fruit is nothing more than a pile of dry firewood waiting to be burned before me.

He raised his hand and a sandstorm shot into the sky, burying all the roots that the green bull had just grown.

Dry sand particles seeped into the crevices of the tree roots, drawing moisture at a visible rate.

In just a few seconds, the tree roots changed from thick, dark brown to withered gray, and then crumbled into pieces on the ground.

Green Bull's expression grew increasingly grim.

He knew Crocodile was right—

The power of the Forest-Forest Fruit is indeed at a disadvantage compared to the Sand-Sand Fruit. But that doesn't mean he'll admit defeat.

Green Bull let out a low growl, abandoning the contest of Devil Fruit abilities, and transformed into a green afterimage as he charged towards Crocodile.

Crocodile's golden hook and Green Bull's wooden fist collided with a dull thud.

The two have completely different fighting styles—Crocodile is a typical attrition fighter, constantly weakening his opponent with sand and dry abilities;

Green Bull is an explosive type; every attack is imbued with the life energy of the Forest Fruit, and countless sharp branches instantly sprout from the spot where it is hit.

Overall, Crocodile clearly has the upper hand.

Above the battlefield, Cyrus controlled the floating island, overlooking the entire battlefield, and occasionally used the Float-Float Fruit ability to drop some debris, causing damage to the naval base.

Simultaneously monitor the movements of the entire battlefield, be ready to support any unexpected direction, or be prepared to evacuate.

Meanwhile, at the base plaza, Barrett and Garp were locked in a fierce battle, both sustaining injuries but neither willing to back down.

The sword duel between Hawkeye and Fujitora became increasingly intense, and the area around them had completely turned into a death zone.

Crocodile is slowly suppressing Green Bull, and the dust storm is expanding.

Tesoro and Kizaru's entangled figures had long since disappeared.

"That's about it."

Cyrus on the flying island sent a signal.

The power of the Float-Float Fruit is activated.

The Beehive Island fleet, currently engaged in combat with the navy in the waters below, issued a retreat warning to all its ships simultaneously.

The soldiers of Beehive Island broke free from their opponents and boarded the ships. Then, under Cyrus's control, the ships of Beehive Island slowly drifted into the sky.

The marines below could only helplessly watch as the pirates calmly departed.

Because such incidents occurred frequently during this period, the naval soldiers had become accustomed to them.

Barrett and the others also used their own methods to evacuate, leaving behind only a naval base engulfed in flames and billowing smoke.

Meanwhile, Akainu, who had just arrived from G-2 base, stood at the edge of the ruins of the command tower, watching the fleet from Beehive Island retreat further and further away, his clenched fists trembling slightly.

"here we go again.

Hit and run, then come back.

They've turned this place into a training ground!

In the temporary command post of G-1 base, Akainu slammed his fist on the table, leaving a deep dent in the steel conference table.

Kizaru leaned against the corner of the wall, his old injury on his side not fully healed, with a section of bandage sticking out from under his shirt.

That face, which always wore a lazy expression, now showed no trace of feigned ease.

This is the seventh time this month.

They never finish the battle; they just blow up a few gun emplacements and destroy a few sections of fortifications before running away.

Their goal wasn't to capture G-1 at all, but to wear us down.

Green Bull sat in a chair, his body wrapped in several bandages.

Crocodile had just left a deep, dry scar on his chest, and the skin there was still cracked like dry tree bark, making him wince in pain at the slightest movement.

"How about we take the initiative and attack the main island of Beehive Island directly?" Green Bull said through gritted teeth.

"idiot!"

Akainu scolded,

"You can't even imagine how well Beehive Island is defended."

Roy, Kaido, the remnants of Whitebeard's army, Hawkeye, Barrett—these monsters are all stationed around Beehive Island.

Even if we committed all our naval forces, we might not be able to take it, let alone the fact that we're already struggling to defend G-1.

Fujitora sat in the corner with his eyes closed, his blindfold resting across his knees.

"But if we continue to defend passively like this, we will eventually be worn down."

Many new recruits have begun to feel fear, and morale is visibly declining.

Kizaru rarely opens his perpetually squinting eyes:

"Akainu, what happened to the reinforcements the World Government promised? If CP could help keep Beehive Island occupied, our pressure would be much less."

Akainu remained silent for a long time, then slowly nodded:

"I'll send a telegram to the Five Elders right away. Tell them to send the CP agency here as soon as possible. Also—"

His gaze swept over the three generals present, a rare hint of weariness flashing in his eyes.

We need a victory.

Even a small victory must show the soldiers that the navy is not a sitting duck.