A Marine butcher? I’m just fighting to live with everything I’ve got. Chapter 221 221: Mars, Standing Before You Now Is a Veteran

At the sa ti, the battles involving the remaining four Elders had all reached a boiling point.

"Fist Principle: Collapse!"

Renn Hawk streaked through the air, leaving behind a crimson afterimage.

Red and black Conqueror's Haki intertwined around his fist, condensing into a visible vortex of destruction.

Before the punch even landed, the space ahead of him twisted and shattered.

Clang!

Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro transford into his skeletal centaur form, man and horse as one. His hooves stepped on empty air as he moved like a phantom.

The Supre Grade blade Shodai Kitetsu traced a cold arc. Wherever its edge passed, even light seed to freeze.

As the Elder who bore the title of Financial Warrior God, his offensive power was the sharpest among the Five Elders. He was confident this slash could sever anything in the world.

But his opponent was Renn Hawk.

A monster who had forged Armant Haki, Observation Haki, his body, and his fist techniques to the absolute peak of this era.

Hawk's voice was calm, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

He drove his fist straight forward.

A force ant to pulverize everything.

The icy slash shattered three feet in front of Hawk's knuckles, torn apart by an invisible field and scattered into a storm of freezing mist.

Hawk's punch did not slow.

It continued toward Nusjuro.

Nusjuro's pupils contracted violently.

He realized, in horror, that the punch could not be avoided.

The trajectory had sealed off all surrounding space.

It felt as though the entire world was collapsing inward on him.

He barely managed to raise his blade horizontally in defense.

The next instant, a deafening crash rang out.

The clash of tal exploded into a tangible shockwave that swept across the sky. Shodai Kitetsu let out a shrill wail as its blade bent into an exaggerated arc.

A terrifying force surged through the sword. Nusjuro's grip split open, blood spraying everywhere.

The Conqueror's Haki wrapped around Hawk's fist poured through the blade and into Nusjuro's body, violently scouring his ridians and crushing his will.

A mont of imbalance was all it took.

Hawk's fist slipped past the blade and slamd into Nusjuro's left shoulder.

Crack.

The sound of shattering bone echoed through the heavens.

Nusjuro's entire left arm was blown into powder, scattering into the air.

He let out a suppressed grunt and was sent flying.

When he finally stabilized himself, he stared at the empty space where his shoulder had been.

Red and black Haki clung to the wound like a curse, relentlessly eroding his vitality and slowing his regeneration to a crawl.

Damn it.

Shock surged through Nusjuro's mind.

He was one of the Five Elders, standing at the pinnacle of world power.

How could he be suppressed so completely by such a young Marine Admiral?

Elsewhere, Zephyr fought in a way that could only be described as savage.

His opponent was Saint Topman Warcury, transford into the colossal boar demon Fengxi.

"Black Arm: Blood Feast!"

Zephyr's hair and beard stood on end, his eyes burning crimson as the Vampire Fruit was driven to its limit.

Instead of weakening, his life force grew stronger with every punch. More violent. More overwhelming.

He abandoned defense entirely, eting Warcury head-on in the most primitive and brutal exchange imaginable.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Every punch that struck the boar's armored hide detonated with red-black energy.

It was not just Armant Haki, but a sinister force that devoured life itself.

Warcury roared in agony.

With every collision, he felt his vitality being drained, little by little, by the madman before him.

anwhile, the old man only grew more exhilarated, more youthful with each strike.

"So good. This feels incredible!"

Zephyr laughed wildly, savoring the power surging through him, power he had not felt since his pri. Decades of resentnt and regret were finally being released.

"So this is the blood of the Celestial Dragons?"

He sent Warcury flying again, his right arm flexing as the muscles bulged like coiled dragons.

"Co on. Let this old man drink his fill!"

On another front, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter was suffering in silence.

His colossal sand-worm form was nothing more than a massive, clumsy target before Monkey D. Garp.

"Fist of Love: teor Barrage!"

Garp grinned like a child with a new toy, his fists coated in red Conqueror's Haki as they rained down endlessly.

Each punch blasted a bottomless crater into the worm's enormous body.

Ju Peter rolled helplessly across the battlefield, sand exploding everywhere.

"Hahaha! It's been decades since I stretched my bones like this!"

Garp laughed as he punched.

"Hang in there, you big bug. Don't die too fast!"

Every word was a hamr blow to Ju Peter's pride.

This was an unforgivable humiliation for the World Governnt.

But the most miserable of all was the Environntal Warrior God.

Saint Marcus Mars.

He had transford into the monstrous bird Itsumade, its wings blotting out the sky. Each flap unleashed hurricanes capable of tearing steel apart.

Yet his opponent was the living legend of the Marines, the forr Fleet Admiral, Sengoku the Buddha.

"Shockwave!"

Sengoku's golden Buddha form radiated solemn majesty, yet his face was filled with unrestrained joy.

He thrust out his palm. A golden shockwave slamd into Itsumade's chest.

Mars shrieked as his massive body lost balance midair. Black feathers and blood scattered everywhere.

Sengoku laughed loudly.

He stepped forward, appearing above Mars, and struck again with his palm.

"Mars! When you sat in the chamber of power and allowed the cris of the Warlords for the sake of so-called balance, sacrificing Marine lives, did you ever think of today?"

Boom.

The golden palm print smashed into Itsumade's back, snapping wings and drawing out anguished cries.

"When you treated Marine justice as nothing more than a tool to uphold Celestial Dragon rule, trampling our honor, did you ever think of today?"

Sengoku's hair and beard flared as his laughter carried burning fury.

He rembered every compromise he had been forced to make. Every mont of humiliation when facing the World Governnt's absurd orders.

Now, the chains were broken.

He was no longer the Fleet Admiral bound by restraint and calculation.

He was Sengoku.

A Marine veteran who wanted nothing more than to smash eight hundred years of rot and sin with his own hands.

"Today, I will kill you here!"

"To comfort the souls of those who died unjustly under your so-called justice!"

The fingers of the golden Buddha lit up one by one, converging into a colossal palm that blotted out the heavens and crashed down upon the nearly featherless Mars.

Sengoku's declaration, unfiltered and unrestrained, was broadcast through live transponder snails to every corner of the world.

Countless people stood frozen, their minds blank.

What were they witnessing?

The World Governnt had descended as judges, publicly declaring the Marines traitors.

And the Marines, led by Admiral Bloodhawk Renn Hawk, had struck back, attacking the highest authorities of the World Governnt.

The Five Elders, once untouchable and godlike, were being beaten from the sky.

The world was not about to change.

The sky itself had already been torn open by the Marines.

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