#1479 - Chapter 1489: The Battle of Mariner
"Does he really intend to drag this entire island down with us? That madman!"
The faces of the navy admirals turned extremely grim as they gazed at the scene before them, clearly having seen through Whitebeard's desperate resolve.
"Pops!"
"I don't want to leave you, Pops! Let's go home together, okay!"
The Whitebeard Pirates' crew members cried out anxiously, their eyes filled with worry and reluctance.
However, upon hearing these calls, Whitebeard suddenly straightened his back, his majestic voice echoing through the clouds: "You little brats, do you dare disobey your captain's orders? Get the hell out of here! Don't get in my way!"
Even with his back to his subordinates, Whitebeard's words were filled with unquestionable dominance.
At that moment, the navy swiftly adjusted their tactics, forming a circle around Whitebeard.
"Now! Concentrate all fire and shoot at Whitebeard! We absolutely cannot allow him to make any more moves!"
A rear admiral waved his command sword, issuing the order to attack.
In an instant, deafening gunfire and cannon fire reverberated through the sky, countless cannonballs and bullets raining down on Whitebeard.
Whitebeard's eyes blazed as he looked at the scene before him. Without hesitation, he raised his massive and sharp long blade, swinging it down with tremendous force.
In that instant, an incomparably fierce blade aura roared out, as if to tear the entire space apart.
With this earth-shattering strike, the surrounding, previously aggressive navy soldiers were sent flying away like kites with broken strings, screaming in agony.
Some drew arcs in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, while others fell directly into the sea, creating towering splashes.
"Pops!"
The Whitebeard Pirates' crew members witnessed this scene and cried out anxiously.
However, before they could act, they heard their companions urgently shout, "Go! Do as Pops said!"
Some crew members quickly grabbed the crew member who wanted to rush forward and fight the enemy, anxiously trying to dissuade him.
Hearing this, the crew member instantly became enraged, his eyes wide with fury as he roared, "Are you really okay with leaving Pops here to fight alone?"
His voice was filled with anger and unwillingness, causing other crew members to echo his sentiments.
"That's right! How can we abandon Pops and run for our lives alone!"
Someone shouted indignantly.
"Idiot! No one here is okay with Pops' safety being compromised! But if we don't follow Pops' instructions, we won't be able to help him, and it might even make things worse!"
Another experienced crew member, while tightly restraining his agitated companion, explained loudly.
Despite the reluctance in his heart, the crew member ultimately took a deep look at Pops' tall and mighty figure in the distance, then gritted his teeth and resolutely turned away, following his companions towards the harbor.
Just then, Akainu and Aokiji walked side by side, their steps steady and powerful, revealing an invisible pressure.
Akainu looked at Whitebeard with disdain, sneering, "Whitebeard, now that you are alone, no matter how strong you are, how can you withstand the combined attack of us two admirals?"
Aokiji, still as lazy as ever, crossed his arms and said casually, "Ara ara, you should know that in your current condition, you are no match for us. Give up, futile resistance will only make you die faster."
Facing the enemies' mockery and provocation, Whitebeard showed no fear.
He slammed his Murakumogiri heavily on the ground, creating a deafening roar.
Along with the roar, a powerful shockwave spread out from Whitebeard, raising dust into the air.
"Hmph! It's enough for me to stop you ignorant little brats!"
Whitebeard raised his head and chest, responding with overbearing arrogance.
His firm gaze and heroic aura made people tremble with fear.
Whitebeard's tall and mighty figure stood unyielding. Although blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and his chest was a bloody mess that was shocking to see, his eyes were still as sharp as a hawk's, his spirit as high as a war god descended to earth.
With a roar, the giant blade in his hand, wrapped in a fierce wind, swung out suddenly, slashing down with the force of a thunderbolt.
A vice admiral barely managed to steady himself, roaring with shock and anger.
At this moment, Sengoku slowly walked out from the crowd.
He looked solemnly at Whitebeard, who was still fighting fiercely in the distance, and said in a deep voice, "Now he no longer needs to worry about the life or death of Fire Fist Ace, so he can unleash his full strength without reservation."
Hearing this, the surrounding marines turned to look at this highly respected fleet admiral.
Sengoku continued to analyze with a gloomy face, "Whitebeard's move is clearly intended to sink our Marineford along with himself into the vast sea!"
Before the words could fade, only a booming sound was heard.
Immediately afterward, a powerful shockwave, like a surging wave, swept in.
Before everyone could react, they saw a figure flying backward rapidly like a kite with a broken string, eventually crashing heavily on the ground next to Sengoku, stirring up a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky.
"Garp, goodbye, I don't have time to continue tangling with you, you mad dog!"
Rayleigh panted, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was flushed red from the intense battle, like a ripe apple.
His body was covered with deep and shallow fist marks, obviously having just experienced a fierce battle.
Just as everyone was still reacting, Rayleigh suddenly unleashed all his power, violently swinging his sword, this sword was like a thunderbolt, directly hitting Garp, catching Garp off guard.
Taking this opportunity, Rayleigh turned around without hesitation, rushing towards the harbor like an arrow released from a bow.












