"This freezing aura…"
At the center of the plaza inside Impel Down—
Garp and Kuzan felt the extre cold radiating from HanFeng, and the two exchanged stunned looks.
Because—
That aura of frost was far too familiar to them.
Buru buru buru…
Buru buru buru buru…
The sharp sound of a Den Den Mushi rang out urgently.
With a flustered expression, CP0 Agent Seven quickly picked up the Den Den Mushi in his hand, his face turning respectful.
But this ti, before he could even speak, the rapid voice of one of the Five Elders ca through first.
"CP0 Agent Seven, take Vice Admiral Garp and Admiral Kuzan with you imdiately and go show goodwill to the Nether Race! Stop Sakazuki and Borsalino!"
"You must dispel the Nether Race's hostility! For that purpose, you may even promise certain conditions! For example, divide out a portion of the sea and hand it over to the Nether Race!"
"Rember! Your attitude must be proper!"
The mont the words ended, the line from the Five Elders' side had already gone dead.
And on the scene—
Not just Magellan, Kuzan, and Garp.
Even CP0 Agent Seven and 006, the two CP0 Admiral-level agents who had always done nothing but obey orders, were left stunned…
As living weapons, they absolutely obeyed the Five Elders' commands, never daring to question them and never even thinking too deeply.
But this ti, they could not help but feel confused…
Just a short while ago, the Five Elders had clearly said that Borsalino and Sakazuki should work together to capture the Nether Race General, and that under no circumstances could he be allowed to escape.
And yet now…
They were suddenly ordering them to go and make peace with the other side.
And not only that—
They were even being told to lower their posture.
They were the CP0 Admirals directly under the World Governnt and the Five Elders.
Together with the Hero of the Marines Garp and the three Admirals of Marine Headquarters…
They practically represented the World Governnt and the Navy before the entire sea!
And under those circumstances, they were still supposed to lower themselves and seek peace with the Nether Race—while under the eyes of the entire world…
The authority of the World Governnt would undoubtedly suffer a serious blow because of this!
Exchanging a glance, both Garp and Kuzan felt their hearts shake.
Had sothing happened outside Impel Down?
Was all of this because of the fierce aura that had suddenly erupted outside just now?
"Vice Admiral Garp! Admiral Kuzan! You both heard the order from the great Five Elders."
Just as countless thoughts surged through the two n's minds, CP0 Agent Seven walked over, having already adjusted his state of mind and returned to his cold-faced calm.
Garp and Kuzan both nodded.
All this ti, Garp had never cared much about affairs on the sea.
But now…
His curiosity had truly been stirred.
Just what exactly…
Could have caused the Five Elders to change their attitude so drastically?
What had happened outside Impel Down?
Outside Impel Down—
Countless magma fists stood suspended across the heavens. The whole sky was filled with them, burning it crimson as though the very firmant were being incinerated.
Wave after wave of scorching heat surged endlessly.
Standing behind that endless sea of magma fists, Sakazuki wore a savage expression, veins bulging across his forehead.
"teor…"
"Volcano!"
With his furious roar—
The magma fists floating across the entire sky fell all at once.
More than a hundred magma fists ford a dense barrage, like a teor shower crashing down from the heavens.
The fiery rain of teors first unleashed a wave of suffocating heat.
The heat washed over everything.
Wushuang stepped forward, crossed his claws, and unleashed his sharpness. Strands of black energy rose behind him.
The wolf shadow roared wildly, as if it sought to tear apart everything in existence.
HanFeng took a step forward and stopped Wushuang with one hand. He turned his head slightly and glanced at him.
"Wushuang, leave this one to …"
Behind him, his life weapon Silver Fla left its sheath. Around HanFeng, a freezing wind rose, and the air rapidly condensed into countless ice crystals.
Holding the life weapon Silver Fla in his hand, HanFeng lifted his head and faced the rapidly descending rain of teors directly, excitent flickering in the depths of his eyes.
"Silver Fla…"
"It's been a long ti since we fought side by side…"
"After four thousand years…"
"…let the ignorant humans of this era witness the power of a Nether Race warrior…"
As HanFeng's words fell, the temperature of heaven and earth plumted. A blizzard rose from nowhere, sweeping across the battlefield.
It froze the sea below for tens of thousands of ters, layering it with thick ice.
The violent snowstorm surged upward from below and, in the blink of an eye, collided with the overwhelming heat waves before the teor rain.
"Bang! Bang! Bang…"
Cold and heat crashed against one another, the freezing and the scorching clearly dividing the world into two distinct realms.
As they evaporated and consud each other, thick smoke blotted out the sky, completely obscuring everyone's sight.
One shockwave after another burst outward in rings, causing even Impel Down itself to tremble slightly.
"Th-this… this level of power…"
"Is this what a clash between Marine Headquarters Admirals looks like?"
"Even the sea is freezing! Even the very sky is burning! Are these the true monsters that rule the sea?"
"This… and this is only the prelude to the clash. The real collision hasn't even begun yet…"
"In front of power like this… what can we possibly do?"
Below—
The Marines stationed around Impel Down, responsible for guarding the prison, all looked up at the events unfolding in the sky.
Their mouths hung open, their eyelids twitched violently, and so of their legs were already shaking uncontrollably, their belief in themselves crumbling on the spot.
They were not comparable to the elite forces dispatched from Marine Headquarters. Many of them had never even seen Admiral-level combat before.
They had witnessed clashes between Vice Admirals many tis, and on rare occasions had even seen Admirals spar.
But ever since they had been stationed outside Impel Down, they had hardly participated in battle at all—let alone witnessed a true fight at the Admiral level.
And now, that world-destroying clash had made them understand with terrifying clarity—
What it ant to be the highest combat power of Marine Headquarters!
Within the surging waves raised by the icy aura soaring into the sky and colliding with the rolling heat—
HanFeng stood there alone, gripping his life weapon Silver Fla, his face calm and indifferent.
Around Silver Fla, an incomparably chilling aura of frost radiated outward.
An invisible cold drifted behind HanFeng, and his montum continued to climb.
The temperature of the air kept falling, until at last—
When it reached a certain critical point, HanFeng gripped Silver Fla with both hands and slashed out with one strike!
"Ice Hell!"
His low shout rang out through the endless frost.
In the next instant—
The surrounding air erupted violently. A hellish storm cyclone mixed with shattered ice swept upward.
A freezing darkness like hell itself descended into the hearts of everyone watching…
Behind HanFeng, the shadow of a frozen hell flickered into existence.
An endless icy gale surged forth. The condensed cyclone of shattered ice, over a hundred ters wide, looked as though it could crush and grind everything in its path.
A magma fist tens of ters wide fell first, its scorching heat burning away the cold of Ice Hell.
But the mont it struck one of the shattered-ice cyclones, it was blocked head-on and could advance no farther!
The spinning cyclone whirled faster and faster, and the chilly power it carried grew stronger and stronger.
Magma blazed, HanFeng stood unmoving…
But the magma fist itself was gradually being devoured by the cyclone.
"Rumble…"
The next second—
Three more magma fists crashed down one after another, slamming heavily into that shattered-ice cyclone.
The cyclone, which had originally held the advantage, shattered instantly beneath the combined impact and heat of the three magma fists.
Even so, before breaking apart, it rcilessly tore two of those magma fists to pieces.
This was like the opening horn of the true clash.
As the first shattered-ice cyclone broke apart and two magma fists were consud…
The full teor shower finally descended, crashing down into that frozen hell.
The collision between ice and magma exploded completely in that instant!
The energy released in the explosion produced a massive shockwave, with rings of white and crimson-tinted air rippling outward again and again.
One fiery "teor" after another dragged a long blazing tail behind it as it fell from the heavens toward the sea below.
A massive chunk of tangled ice and magma, over ten ters across, fell from the sky and was about to smash into one of Impel Down's guard warships.
The frozen surface of the sea cracked apart. Between the burning magma and the freezing air, the sea itself turned into two distinct colors.
The Marines aboard the warship closed their eyes in despair…
Faced with aftershocks like a natural disaster, they had no strength to resist at all!
Neither their speed nor their firepower was enough to intercept sothing like this.
"Ice Block: Two Thorn Spear!"
A sharp shout rang out.
From the distance—
More than ten long spears of extre ice tore through the air, ripping through space as they shot forward.
One of those ice spears effortlessly pierced straight through the giant mass of tangled ice and magma.
The shattered energy mass broke into even smaller fragnts and exploded apart, all of it sinking into the sea and sending out ripples.
The remaining ice spears were just as formidable.
In one unbroken sequence, they shattered every fragnt of falling energy from above.
And Kuzan, who had thrown out more than ten icy spears in one move, found himself staring at that spreading frost in slight hesitation.
This cold…
It was far too familiar.
But he himself was standing here and had not joined the battle at all, so how could sothing like this be possible?
This was practically the exact sa kind of cold as his own!
But if that were the case, then what was going on here?
"Cold Air Slash!"
From the center of the endlessly exploding collision—
A streak of freezing air tore through the sky, forming a slash over three hundred ters wide as it spread outward.
All the aftershocks from the collision were torn apart by this freezing slash.
The raging frost followed the slash upward in a torrent, freezing an icy path through the sky as it shot straight toward Sakazuki.
"Hellhound Crimson Lotus!!!"
Magma condensed in an instant, Sakazuki's movents completely unhindered.
His right hand gathered a magma hound head over a hundred ters wide and blasted it downward.
"Slash—!"
The freezing slash glead with piercing sharpness. The icy energy was bone-chilling, while the magma hound's interlocking fangs radiated terrifying heat.
"Rumble!!!"
Another violent collision erupted, and another ring of explosive aftershocks burst outward as overwhelming power poured across heaven and earth.
Looking up, Wushuang glanced at HanFeng and Sakazuki, who were already fully locked in battle.
Then he leaned his body forward slightly, bent his legs, and prepared to move.
"In that case…"
"I'll leave this one to you, HanFeng…"
As the words fell—
Wushuang shot forward, turning into a blur as he lunged at Borsalino with a storm of razor-sharp force.
"Yata Mirror!"
As an Admiral-level powerhouse, even though Borsalino had been watching the battle between Sakazuki and HanFeng above, his Observation Haki still effortlessly captured Wushuang's sudden attack.
With one hand, he released a path of light. Transforming into photons, he moved along it and instantly vanished hundreds of ters away at a speed that drove others to despair.
"What a monstrous Nether Race General…"
"You don't really need…"
"…to be this hostile to an old man like , do you?"
Golden light gathered, forming Borsalino's figure once more. He spread his hands helplessly and spoke to Wushuang in a tone of exaggerated resignation.
"After four thousand years…"
"…my claws are almost rusted shut."
"If I don't move around properly now, then once the great war starts…"
"…I might even forget how to fight!"
Standing where Borsalino had originally been, Wushuang wiped a hand across his claws, and a savage light flashed through his eyes.
In the next second, his figure vanished from where he stood.
"And another thing…"
"You don't need to act like so old senior!"
"I am Nether Race General Wushuang!"
"By the ti I was rampaging across the sea…"
"…your ancestors from the whole human race might not even have been born yet!"
The claw wind was chilling.
Its sharp aura spread through the air, and the words carried within it caused Borsalino's expression to stiffen.
Yet he could not think of a single thing to say in rebuttal.
This ti, the opponent before him was not so younger upstart from the sea—
But a Nether Race General who had once fought in the ancient war four thousand years ago!
Wushuang gave Borsalino no ti to think.
Less than a second after his words reached Borsalino's ears, the razor-edged claw wind was already upon him.
"Ama no Murakumo Sword!"
His right hand reached into the void.
An endless stream of photons condensed into a blade of light.
The sword of light ford instantly, wrapped in Armant Haki. Borsalino lifted it in one hand.
A crisp ringing sound echoed out.
Wushuang's claws crashed down heavily onto the blade of light.
Even with Armant Haki reinforcing it, Borsalino could still feel the imnse force behind the attack.
It wasn't enough to break his light sword…
But among Admirals, this was already top-tier!
At the very least—
In terms of raw strength, Wushuang surpassed him!
Afterimages flickered. Wushuang bared his teeth in a cruel grin and swung his claws one after another, each strike accompanied by a wave of claw wind as he hamred downward relentlessly.
Borsalino was by no ans slow—in fact, he was even faster by a few degrees.
Every single ti, he could block Wushuang's claw strikes with flawless precision.
He even looked sowhat at ease…
After all, as the Logia user of the Glint-Glint Fruit, Borsalino might not possess overwhelming raw power—
But when it ca to speed, he absolutely stood at the very peak among Admirals!
Even a Four Emperor was not necessarily faster than him.
Of course—
Borsalino had no intention of relying on that speed to fight all-out and completely suppress Wushuang.
After all, no overti pay was coming his way.
So why would he work himself to the bone?
Taking it easy and slacking off was far more comfortable.
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