#1494 - Chapter 1504: The Battle of Marineford
Meanwhile, Akainu finally snapped out of his shock.
"Great Eruption!"
He roared, his right arm rapidly transforming into a massive magma fist, carrying scorching heat and boundless power as it slammed towards the oncoming red and white light.
In that critical moment, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, who was observing the battle from the sidelines, sensed the gravity of the situation and inwardly cried out, "Not good!"
Feeling the terrifying energy fluctuations that seemed capable of tearing space apart, everyone's hearts leaped into their throats.
Fear and despair were etched on every face, for they knew that if Whitebeard truly landed that blow, the consequences would be unimaginable—Marineford, the Marine Headquarters that had stood upon the sea for eight hundred years, would inevitably sink to the bottom of the ocean!
Marineford was, after all, the symbol and pride of the Marines!
It carried the glory and mission of countless generations of Marines, weathering storms and vicissitudes while steadfastly holding its ground.
However, if it were to be sunk today by a group of pirates, wouldn't the prestige the Marines had built up over the years be completely wiped away?
At that time, the lawless pirates on the sea would inevitably swarm in like sharks smelling blood.
The entire world would descend into a state of chaos and disorder, and the innocent people living in this vast ocean would undoubtedly suffer unprecedented hardship, trapped in a desperate situation.
"We absolutely cannot let this happen! We must stop Whitebeard's attack!"
Fleet Admiral Sengoku roared hoarsely.
His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, his heart filled with an unwavering conviction: to protect Marineford and defend the dignity of the Marines!
Before his words could fade, he unhesitatingly strode forward, rushing towards the deadly attack like an arrow released from a bow.
At the same time, a dazzling golden light suddenly radiated from Sengoku's body, like a golden sun rising slowly.
As the light grew brighter, his originally tall figure began to expand and enlarge at an alarming rate, transforming in the blink of an eye into a towering, earth-shattering Buddha statue.
Finally, Sengoku reached Vice Admiral Garp and Admiral Akainu's side.
The massive Buddha statue extended its two fan-like hands and pushed forward with tremendous force, instantly unleashing a terrifying shockwave, carrying the force of a thousand thunderbolts as it hurtled straight towards the red and white light.
On the battlefield, Garp, Akainu, and Sengoku stood shoulder to shoulder, their figures like three indestructible mountains, jointly resisting Whitebeard's full-force attack.
Garp, the legendary figure who once dominated the seas, had now lost an arm.
His spirit seemed to have vanished along with that severed limb, but facing the powerful enemy before him, he still gritted his teeth, refusing to back down.
Despite being wounded, the fighting spirit in his eyes had not been extinguished.
Akainu, previously severely injured by Whitebeard, still had wounds on his body that were seeping blood.
However, he endured the intense pain, gathering all his strength into his fist, ready to face Whitebeard's devastating blow.
As for Sengoku, he had not personally taken action for more than a dozen years since becoming Fleet Admiral.
But his strength had not diminished with the passage of time; instead, it had become even more unfathomable through accumulation and refinement.
At this moment, he exuded a chilling aura.
As Whitebeard swung his massive naginata, the world changed color.
Where the blade passed, the air was torn apart, forming visible shockwaves.
Garp, Akainu, and Sengoku launched their attacks simultaneously, their techniques intertwining like an impenetrable net, attempting to stop Whitebeard's earth-shattering strike.
With a deafening "Boom!", the forces of the four collided, stirring up clouds of dust.
The entire Marine Headquarters shook violently, as if it would sink into the sea at any moment; the surrounding islands trembled, and huge rocks rolled down the mountains, crashing into the sea and splashing high.
The wind howled past, almost blinding people.
The Warlords of the Sea all looked solemn, staring intently at this thrilling showdown.
They knew that any slight change, whether from Whitebeard or the Marines, could alter the course of the battle.
The members of the Whitebeard Pirates were watching from a distance.
Those who didn't know the truth cheered, thinking that their old man was finally about to unleash his full power and defeat the Marines in one fell swoop.
However, only a few who knew the inside story knew that Whitebeard was not truly going all out at this time, because the medicine Charlotte sent him through Napoleon was not a delicious cake at all, but a deadly poison!
This poison would allow a person to unleash extraordinary power in the last moments of their life, but what followed was rapid decline until death.
Marco silently closed his eyes, a crystal tear rolling down his determined cheek.
His heart was filled with pain and helplessness.
After this battle, he would forever lose the old man who had been with him for more than forty years, giving him endless care and support.
Richelle led her companions, watching the earth-shattering peak showdown from afar, each of their faces revealing undisguised shock and awe.
The powerful offensive power displayed before them chilled everyone present.
Except for Richelle, who was slightly stronger and had the courage to stand closer, the others did not dare to cross the line.
Because they knew that if they got too close, their fragile bodies would be instantly torn into countless pieces, scattered like fallen leaves in the wind.
Such a terrifying battle was definitely not something that ordinary characters like them could get involved in.
Originally, there were still a few people who had been harboring wishful thinking, attempting to join this fierce battle, but after witnessing this shocking scene with their own eyes, those unrealistic thoughts quickly burst like bubbles.
At this moment, they truly realized what a real life-and-death struggle meant—there was no mercy or sympathy here, and no one would care about your noble status; there was only cold, cruel killing and a desperate struggle for the right to survive.
