Chapter 333: You Have Two Admirals, So Do I!
"Senior Sakazuki…" Greenbull swallowed hard, instinctively looking at Akainu beside him.
"What are you waiting for, Aramaki?!" Akainu's face was dark as he barked, "Now's your chance! Coordinate with Sengoku and attack Shane together!"
"Ah? Oh, right!" Greenbull snapped out of it and hurriedly activated his ability. Countless thick vines burst from the ground, snaking towards Shane to bind him. At the same time, Akainu launched his attack, his left arm transforming into a massive magma fist, aimed straight at Shane's back!
However, at almost the same moment, two figures shot into the air, one on the left and one on the right, blocking their path perfectly.
"Ara, what are you thinking? Did you forget we were here?" Aokiji yawned and lazily raised his hands. "How could we just let you two…"
"…disturb our king?" Fujitora smiled slightly, drawing his Supreme Grade Blade, Gambler's Fireline.
BOOM!
In the next instant, both of them attacked simultaneously!
"Ice Block: Pheasant Beak!" Aokiji punched, and a massive ice pheasant shot out from his fist, its extreme cold instantly freezing the surging magma into a black-and-red ice sculpture!
"Gravity Blade: Udon!" Fujitora, eyes closed, swung his cane-sword down towards Greenbull! A violent purple gravity wave, intertwined with sword qi, instantly shredded Greenbull's countless vines into dust and continued towards Greenbull himself!
"Dammit!" Greenbull's face changed. He hurriedly created several massive hardwood shields in front of him, finally managing to block the aftershock of the sword qi.
"How annoying!" Greenbull glared at Fujitora, gritting his teeth. "Why is it you again, you blind bastard!" Last time, this guy had ruined his plans, and now it was happening again?! But he had to admit, the man was powerful, both in swordsmanship and Devil Fruit ability. Their overall strength was evenly matched, and it would be impossible to defeat him quickly!
On the other side, Akainu, forced back by Aokiji's ice pheasant, looked at Shane in mid-air with a grim expression, then turned his furious gaze to Aokiji blocking his path. His anger burned in his chest. "Kuzan! You traitor!"
"Say what you want," Aokiji remained calm, unconcerned. "Sakazuki, the Marines have long since strayed from justice. Such an organization is not worth defending. Do you have to be so stubborn and die with it?"
"Nonsense! Whether the Marines have strayed from justice is not for you to judge!" Akainu roared. His magma left arm suddenly swelled, and a terrifying torrent of magma surged forward again. "Dark Hound!!!"
"Ice Block: Pheasant Beak!" Aokiji's eyes turned cold, and he didn't back down. Cold air exploded, and countless sharp ice spears materialized out of thin air, colliding with the incoming magma fist!
BOOM!!!
The clash of ice and fire played out once again, the shockwave sweeping out in all directions and shaking the entire battlefield!
"GURARARARARA!" Whitebeard leaned on his Murakumogiri, watching the two Admirals being intercepted in the distance, and then looking at the Demonic Buddha Sengoku being pummeled by Shane. He couldn't help but laugh. "Taking on all the enemy's strong fighters by himself? How annoying! Hey, looks like they don't need our help at all, Marco!"
"Indeed, Pops," Marco landed beside him, shaking his head with a wry smile. "Speaking of which, Shane's strength is even more terrifying than the rumors say. I never expected that even a blackened Sengoku would be like a punching bag in his hands, with almost no ability to fight back."
Thinking back, just a year ago, when he first met Shane on Fish-Man Island, their strength had been about the same.
"It was expected," Whitebeard snorted. "Why do you think that kid's bounty is a billion higher than mine? He's just getting started. He hasn't even turned twenty yet. He has plenty of room to grow…"
Speaking of which, Whitebeard suddenly remembered the scene of Roger singing and drinking with him under the cherry blossom trees before he turned himself in. Perhaps Roger had been wrong back then, and perhaps his own thoughts had been wrong too. This world didn't need to suffer and endure anymore…
The boy… no, the man in front of him! He was the one who could truly change the world!
"GURARARARA!" He laughed again, a laugh filled with an indescribable sense of freedom, like someone who had finally seen through everything. Roger, you bastard, you were blind after all. What the hell were you waiting for?! It's right now!
"Listen up, brats!" Whitebeard roared. "Since Shane doesn't need our help over there, focus on taking out the enemies in front of you!" He raised his Murakumogiri high, his voice like thunder. "Charge with me! Crush the rest of these Marines, these dogs of the World Government!"
"YEAAAAHHHH!!!" The members of the Whitebeard Pirates roared in response, their morale soaring once again!
On the Marine side, many looked at each other, fear and unease on their faces. Anyone could see it. With the forceful intervention of Shane and the Curtain Call, the Marines' advantage in combat power had vanished without a trace, and the scales of victory were tipping fast!
"Hey, why is everyone rushing out?" Jack grinned, taking a step forward and slamming his fists together. "Then it's about time we joined in too!"
THUD!
He scanned the battlefield and picked out the veteran Vice Admiral Doberman, who was relatively close. A grin spread across his face. With a deafening elephant trumpet, the ten-meter-tall ancient mammoth appeared and charged towards him. "Pwahahaha! Watch out, Marines! The great Jack is co—huh?"
SPLASH!
The mammoth suddenly disappeared. The idiot hadn't been watching where he was going and had charged right into the massive crater Shane had punched into the ground with the Great Buddha, falling straight into the sea.
Glub glub~ A series of giant bubbles rose to the surface.
Smack! Kuina, Angewomon, Kuma… the remaining top officers who hadn't moved yet all facepalmed. This big idiot… ruined the moment.
Kuina, the only non-Devil Fruit user, was about to go fish him out when Whitebeard chuckled beside her. "Hey, Namur! Don't just stand there! Go fish that fish-man brat out!"
"Yes, Pops!" Beside the crater, the Eighth Division Commander, the fish-man Namur, responded with a laugh and dived into the sea.
With a professional salvage expert on the job, the Curtain Call didn't need to worry. Kuma flew out, heading straight for the newly joined Warlord, while Kuina's gaze fixed on the figure with the giant black sword on his back.
"I'm going. Mochi, you haven't forgotten your mission, have you?"
"Don't worry," Angewomon said coolly, nodding slightly. She only revealed her true nature when alone with her master. In public, she always maintained her holy image.
Kuina left, satisfied. Whitebeard had been about to charge into the depths of the battlefield, but after a moment's thought, he couldn't help but turn and ask curiously, "Mission? If I remember correctly, you're a Mythical Zoan user, little girl. You shone in the North Blue battle and seem to be particularly good at dealing with that immortal power. Judging by your meaning, could it be that not only the Marines, but the Five Elders will also appear in this war, so you're waiting here on standby?"