In Akainu's creed, it was the absolute justice that differed from Aokiji's.
Not a trace of "evil" was permitted to exist.
To accomplish his mission, he would not hesitate to annihilate both comrades and civilians alike.
"Sakazuki!"
"There are things you will never understand!"
A cold breath escaped Aokiji's lips and the temperature in the air seed to drop instantly.
At the sa ti, a spear of ice ford in his palm, radiating a chilling aura into the surroundings.
"Back on Punk Hazard, I should have ended you right then and there!"
As Akainu spoke, his killing intent thickened, his gaze locked fiercely onto Aokiji.
The magma on his body surged once more, emitting waves of suffocating heat that spread outward relentlessly.
"You'd need the skill to do it first!"
A cold smirk flashed across Aokiji's lips as he spoke slowly, half his face now covered in frost.
A piercing, bone-chilling cold emanated from his body.
He wouldn't attack the Marines' soldiers, but that didn't an he wouldn't strike Akainu.
At this mont, one could see two opposing waves of energy—one red, one white—clashing violently around the two n.
Even the clouds gathered in the sky above were torn apart by the sheer force of these two overwhelming auras.
The next mont, under the pressure of these two imnse forces, their figures collided once more.
"Gurararara!"
"What a thrilling battle!"
"Now it's our turn!"
Whitebeard swung his single arm and a gale-like presence erupted from the pirate ship, spreading outward in waves.
His towering muscles flexed, his broad chest rising and falling as he raised Murakumogiri in his grip.
But suddenly, an overwhelming haki—one that seed capable of enveloping the entire Red Line—descended upon them all.
Everyone felt an imnse pressure.
The soldiers of the World Governnt felt as though an enormous boulder was pressing down on them.
Sweat dripped incessantly from their foreheads onto the ground.
Their faces twisted in agony, their hands trembling so violently they could barely hold their weapons.
Thud!
So of the weaker soldiers collapsed under the crushing weight of this haki, their legs giving way as they dropped to their knees, weapons clattering to the side, palms flat against the ground.
Even the high-ranking Marine officers paled, sensing the approach of a terrifying, monstrous presence.
"He's here!"
The Five Elders' eyes sharpened instantly, recognizing this overwhelmingly familiar and formidable haki.
In this world, there were only two who could exert such oppressive force without even appearing themself—Imu and Bob.
A split second later, a figure erged from the clouds within their line of sight.
In the blink of an eye, this figure traversed several kiloters, arriving at the edge of the Red Line.
BOOM!
A deafening impact shook Whitebeard's ship as the man landed squarely on the Moby Dick.
The entire vessel, suspended in the sky, swayed violently from the force of his descent.
"Boss!!"
The mont the man appeared, the revolutionaries standing on the floating island and the captains aboard the pirate ships all shouted in unison.
Hearing this, the man slowly raised his head, his eyes scanning the Red Line below and the heavily guarded Mary Geoise like lightning.
Finally, his gaze settled on Whitebeard, a faint smile playing on his lips as he spoke.
"At your age, you should just take a good rest!"
Hearing this, Whitebeard lowered Murakumogiri, which had been suspended mid-air and burst into loud laughter as he looked at Bob.
"Gurararara!"
"You always make such a grand entrance!"
Now that Bob had arrived, Whitebeard knew there was no need for him to act.
Because before coming, Bob had already stated their mission—to slay the Celestial Dragons.
The rest of the World Governnt's forces? He alone could cut through them all.
As a longti friend and soone who fight in the Summit War, Whitebeard understood that Bob wasn't boasting or exaggerating his strength.
He truly had the power to accomplish this impossible feat single-handedly.
"Jihahahaha!"
"Bob, you've finally arrived!"
"If you hadn't shown up, those cowards from the World Governnt wouldn't have dared to make a move!"
"They were too afraid you'd pull so trick from the shadows!"
Shiki, with a cigar in his mouth, never missed a chance to mock the World Governnt.
Like Whitebeard, his goal this ti was simply to eliminate those damned Celestial Dragons—the rest could be left to Bob.
For a pirate like him, who had considered killing Celestial Dragons a matter of pride since the Rocks era, nothing could be more satisfying.
Not to ntion, the treasures within Mary Geoise were unimaginable.
The mont Bob appeared, the morale of the revolutionaries soared to its peak.
Not just them—even the viewers watching the live broadcast felt an inexplicable surge of excitent.
"He's here! Bob's here!"
"No Devil Fruit powers, just pure physical strength, walking on clouds from ten thousand ters high—that's Bob's style!"
"With such terrifying power, it's hard to imagine anyone in the World Governnt standing a chance!"
"The revolutionaries must win! Drag those tyrannical Celestial Dragons down from their pedestal!"
"..."
The oppressed masses, witnessing Bob's arrival, erupted in cheers.
After the Summit War, the World Governnt's reputation among the people had plumted to rock bottom.
Its countless atrocities and indifference to human suffering had completely eroded public trust.
Now, the revolutionaries had effectively replaced the World Governnt in their hearts.
And Bob, as the leader of this alliance, had beco their spiritual pillar in many ways.
Slaughtering those Celestial Dragons was a shared desire in everyone's heart.
.....
anwhile—
The Five Elders, Sengoku, Kong, Ryokugyu, Fujitora, and others all locked their auras onto Bob.
Without a doubt—
If Bob didn't die, this war would never truly end.
And the World Governnt would never achieve true victory.
"Bob! Today is the day you die!"
"....."
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