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New World. Dressrosa.
In the royal palace, Donquixote Doflamingo lounged in his chair, a newspaper in hand.
The headline shouted: "Whitebeard Pirates Destroy Deep–New World Marine Base!"
Now, the only Marine bases left in the New World were the ones clinging near the Red Line.
"Fuffuffuffu… heh… let it burn, let it all burn," Doflamingo laughed. "This rotten world's long overdue for collapse."
Trebol swung his ridiculous snot around.
"Nyeh, Doffy, good thing you were smart enough to kill those two crews first. If we didn't erase them, it'd be hard to dump everything on the World Governnt, ngeh."
"Shut it," Diamante said, puffing up. "Doffy's our king. Stuff like that is easy for him."
Lao G struck so bizarre pose.
"G-G-Great! Now the New World's a ss. G! What's our next move, G?"
Everyone just looked at him and shook their heads.
Sa old Lao G.
Doflamingo's grin widened.
"Fuffuffuffu… we don't move at all," he said. "We lie low. If we show our hand now and they trace it back, the Emperors' wrath won't be pretty."
"Brilliant as always, young master!" his officers chorused.
Doflamingo's gaze slid to the two small boxes on the table.
"Fuffu… now it's up to that man," he murmured.
Trebol's tone turned serious.
"Nyeh, Doffy, it's confird now. Back in the day, Roger really did steal the Poneglyph from Big Mom's crew.
"We already can't make a move on Big Mom's ship—too risky. You think that bastard's next targets will be Kaido… or Whitebeard?"
Veins stood out on Doflamingo's forehead.
Knowing that guy's filthy personality, he really would do it.
"But we're too deep in to stop now," Doflamingo said. "We finish what we started. No going back."
He thought for a mont, then sneered.
"If worst cos to worst… we'll just point the Five Fossils at him. Let's see how long they tolerate Arakaki Jin once they see what he's sitting on."
His officers dropped to one knee.
"Brilliant as always, young master!"
Just then, the floor bulged and a huge figure rose from underground—a man over five ters tall in a golden helt.
"Doffy," Pica's squeaky voice ca out of that massive stone body, "news just in. The Marines and the Whitebeard Pirates are already facing off at the base near the Red Line!"
"Fuffuffuffu… good, good. Let it churn. Let it all boil over. A king rises out of chaos."
He flicked a nail against the two boxes.
"Send those to White Ghost," he said. "Let's see what that bastard says this ti."
Near the Red Line, at a New World Marine base.
Garp stood at the edge of the ice, staring at the massive Moby Dick.
"Oi, Newgate," he hollered, "those assassinations were the World Governnt's ss. You wanna yell at sobody, go yell at them. What're you doing picking a fight with us?"
Kuzan, beside him, sighed inwardly.
We are literally their attack dogs, old man…
"Gurararara… Garp, you stubborn old fossil." Whitebeard planted his bisento, Murakumogiri, in the ice. "You should be enjoying your retirent. Why drag your bones back into this?"
"Tch." Garp picked his nose with his pinky. "I'd love to retire. You lot keep starting trouble and dragging back."
Whitebeard pointed his weapon straight at him.
"Gurarara… you looking for death, old man?"
Garp ripped off his justice cloak and grinned like a demon.
"Try , Newgate. If you think you can, that is."
Behind him, Aokiji was already leaking cold, and Sakazuki's magma dripped onto the ground, sizzling.
On the Moby Dick, the commanders tensed.
First Division Commander Marco tapped his neck.
"Yoi… looks like it's starting, Pops," he said, ready to transform at a word.
One by one, the division commanders drew weapons, eyes locked on the base.
The pressure between the two sides rose like a stormfront.
And then—
"Ma-mamama… Marines sure have gotten bold, strutting around this deep in the New World."
"Wororororo… never thought I'd see the day they built a base here."
Big Mom's homies screeched overhead as her massive ship drifted into view. Kaido's shadow lood in the clouds.
Garp's jaw tightened.
"Damn," he muttered. "They ca too, huh…"
"How troubleso," Kuzan said under his breath.
"Yo, Whitebeard," Big Mom bood, laughing. "How about we throw 'em out together this ti?"
"Gurarara… that's the idea, Linlin," Whitebeard replied. He set Murakumogiri aside and clenched his fists.
"Gurarara… Marines… prepare yourselves. Seaquake!"
His massive fists crossed, then slamd into the air itself.
Crack…
The space around his fists shattered like glass.
The younger marines all panicked.
"Th-the air! He broke the air!"
The sea twisted, towering tidal waves heaving up and surging toward the base like mountains of water.
"What insane power," Kuzan muttered.
He jumped, landing lightly above the incoming deluge.
"Ice Age!"
He thrust his arms out, and two massive ice spears shot forward from his palms.
With a sweeping crackle, the tsunami froze solid in front of the base.
"Gurarara… you're in the way, brat."
Before Kuzan's next move could form, a shrill, booming voice cut in.
"Ma-mamama! You're in my way, brat—Emperor's Sword: Cognac!"
Charlotte Linlin swung Napoleon down in its greatsword form.
A titanic slash of fiery energy ripped forward.
"Ah-la-la…"
Seeing the attack coming, Kuzan went full elental, his body turning to ice shards.
Boom!
The blade of force slamd into the frozen sea.
A mont later, the ocean around the base split between ice and open water, the crack ringing out over everything.
"If nothing else," Vista mused, "she did us a favor. Gave us a walkway."
Whitebeard bellowed with laughter and swung Murakumogiri back into his hands.
"Gurarara… lads! Smash the Marines! Drive them out of the New World!"
"Ohhh! You heard Pops! Let's go, oyaji—!"
Garp rolled his shoulders.
"I'll go up first," he said. "You brats be careful. Those three are here for payback."
"Hmph," Akainu snorted. "Since they ca this far… they're not leaving."
"The old man's going out? Then I'll play a little too," Kaido laughed.
He leapt forward, his body mid-air twisting into his hybrid form—dragon scales, horns, a spiked kanabo in hand.
"Hot Breath!"
A torrent of raging fla spewed from his mouth, smashing down on Garp.
"Wororororo… Garp, let's see if your fist is still sharper than that mouth of yours!"
Garp's grin only stretched wider.
"Kaido, you thick-skinned drunk… how many tis have you lost already, and you still haven't learned?"
Kaido's kanabo crackled as he swung it up.
"Thunder Bagua!"
Black and red lightning danced along the iron spikes—the sign of a Conqueror's Haki–infused blow.
Garp's fist drew back, muscles bunching. Black and red sparks snapped into existence around his knuckles.
They didn't even touch.
A black sphere of compressed force ford where fist and club should have t.
"Rumble…!"
The shockwave rolled out in all directions. The clouds above split, a claw mark in the sky.
The rookies and grunts on both sides went pale.
"The sky… the sky's cracked—!"
"M-Mama, I'm scared!"
"Stupid Kaido, why's he picking a fight with Garp?" Whitebeard muttered.
Still, having soone tie the old man up suited him fine.
"Whitebeard, you don't have ti to be staring around," Akainu snarled, stepping forward.
"Great Eruption!"
A pillar of magma roared toward him.
"Gurarara… magma brat, you're still too green."
Whitebeard yanked Murakumogiri back, coating the blade in Armant Haki. Black lightning crackled along the edge.
"Gurarara… go to hell, magma brat!"
He swung.
Boom!
Sword t magma in an explosion of steam and stone.
Akainu slid back a step and spat blood from the sheer impact.
"What's the matter, magma kid?" Whitebeard jeered. "Aren't you one of the 'three great monsters' of the Marines?"
Akainu gritted his teeth, muscles trembling under the pressure.
Snarling, he blurred sideways, abandoning his position as Murakumogiri carved through where he'd just been.
He didn't dare go full elental—the bisento was drenched in Conqueror's-infused Haki.
The blade slamd into the ice.
Crack!
A fissure ripped through the frozen sea, the whole mass trembling.
"Hellhound!"
Sakazuki's body turned fully molten as he lunged, a massive magma wolf head surging toward Whitebeard.
"Gurarara… still too green."
Whitebeard lifted his weapon one-handed and cleaved through the attack, the Haki-laden blade scattering magma everywhere.
His right fist clenched again, a familiar white glow enveloping it—the power to shatter the world.
He drove it straight at the admiral who had no ti left to dodge.
"Damn…!"
Akainu had no choice. He threw Armant over his entire body, bracing to et the blow head on.
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