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"The Revolutionary Army??"
"It's the Revolutionary Army!!!"
"The Revolutionary Army has arrived at Marineford!!! Are they joining the war too??"
"My God! Marine Headquarters is under attack by the revolutionaries?? Is the world coming to an end??"
"Have the Winter Blossom Kingdom and the Revolutionary Army formed an alliance??"
"Hey! This is the scoop of the century!"
On Sabaody Archipelago, the horde of journalists and media personnel watching the live broadcast were thrown into absolute pandemonium at the sight of the Revolutionary Army.
They frantically began transmitting the news across the globe.
The conflict, already dubbed the "Summit War" by the media, raged on.
However...
The central players of the war had quietly shifted.
It was no longer just the Whitebeard Pirates versus Marine Headquarters.
It had mutated into a coordinated, full-scale assault by the Revolutionary Army and the Winter Blossom Kingdom, led by King Jin, against the very heart of Marine power.
Make no mistake, this was a meticulously premeditated strike.
And the timing...
Was absolutely flawless.
The brutal, grinding early phases of the war between Whitebeard and the Marines had demanded the complete, undivided attention of the Marine high command.
Even the Five Elders had their focus entirely diverted by the catastrophic prison break at Impel Down.
This perfect storm of distraction had allowed the Revolutionary Army to silently navigate the treacherous waters of the Florian Triangle and slip right up to the doorstep of Marine Headquarters before finally being detected.
Had this been a standard, isolated attack, the Marines and the World Government would have been tracking them for weeks, their defenses fully primed.
But now, the entire dynamic of the battlefield had drastically, violently shifted.
"The Revolutionary Army!!!"
Sengoku's heart plummeted.
SHLUCK!
The massive blade of a naginata came crashing down, slicing through the air and sending the momentarily distracted Fleet Admiral flying backward.
"Hey, Sengoku! Keep your eyes on the fight!" Whitebeard rumbled.
Whitebeard versus Sengoku!
One was the Strongest Man in the World, a titan who, in his absolute prime, had stood toe-to-toe with the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger!
The other was the Fleet Admiral of the Marines, Sengoku the Buddha. A living legend who had personally hunted down and captured some of the most infamous pirates in history—monsters like 'Golden Lion' Shiki, Douglas Bullet, and the 'Red Count', Patrick Redfield!
Fully aware that this was his final battle, Whitebeard threw caution to the wind. He unleashed everything he had.
The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit possessed apocalyptic, world-ending potential.
A single punch could shatter mountains and split the earth.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
But Sengoku was no ordinary man. Facing the absolute, unrestrained fury of Whitebeard, he didn't flinch.
He met the Yonko's strikes fist for fist.
He knew exactly what was at stake.
This was a fight to the bitter, bloody end.
"The Justice of the Marines will not be defeated!"
He roared, his voice echoing over the carnage.
A colossal, golden fist, fueled by righteous fury, surged forward. Even before it connected, a devastating shockwave blasted out ahead of it.
The airborne debris and shattered stone caught in the blast radius were instantly pulverized into fine dust.
The concussive force reversed the momentum of the shrapnel, sending a lethal hail of stone tearing back toward Whitebeard.
"A 'righteous' Marine condemning an 'evil' pirate?"
"Sengoku!"
"None of that matters anymore!"
Though Whitebeard's massive frame was drenched in his own blood, and a crimson trail leaked constantly from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burned with an ever-increasing, terrifying intensity.
Fueled by the devastating grief of Ace's death and the sudden, chaotic intervention of Jin and the Revolutionary Army, his spirit, his focus, his sheer will to fight had inexplicably surged back to their absolute zenith.
No, it was more than that. It was a final, blinding flash of vitality before the end. He was burning his life force to fuel a power that momentarily eclipsed even his prime.
Ace was dead.
And soon, he would join him.
Right and wrong? Good and evil?
He no longer cared to distinguish between them.
'Let the world burn with me!'
He brought Murakumogiri down in a devastating sweep, the blade shattering the very fabric of space layer by layer. The attack formed a unique, horrific shockwave—a spiraling vortex of seismic destruction that bypassed Sengoku's golden fist and slammed directly into the Fleet Admiral's body.
CRASH!
Whitebeard grunted in pain, stumbling backward. The concussive impact of Sengoku's Buddha palm was immense, punching a brutal hole straight through his chest.
But Sengoku hadn't escaped unscathed.
The surrounding Marines watched in absolute horror.
Sengoku's entire right arm was a mangled, bloody ruin, the bone clearly visible. The spiraling seismic force had very nearly shredded his arm completely off.
"Sengoku??"
Garp whipped his head around. Seeing his oldest friend sustain such a horrific injury, he cried out in alarm.
"Hey, Garp! Where are you looking??"
Hearing the voice directly behind him, Garp reacted on pure instinct, violently flaring his Armament Haki to shield his back.
WHAM!
Douglas Bullet delivered a brutal, driving kick squarely into Garp's spine.
The moment of impact.
A hyper-concentrated, piercing force—like a sniper's bullet or a stiletto blade—violently tore through the outer layer of Garp's Armament Haki.
DOOOOM!
A microsecond later, a massive, concussive shockwave—like the blow of a colossal war hammer—followed the exact same trajectory, smashing through the breached defense and detonating directly against Garp's body.
This was a specialized anti-Haki technique Bullet had developed through decades of relentless combat.
Two distinct attacks delivered within a single, fluid motion.
First, a concentrated point-strike to shatter the armor. Second, a massive shockwave to devastate the target beneath.
Executing it required an incredibly precise, almost superhuman control over the flow and release of physical power.
While technically two separate strikes...
The interval between them was so infinitesimally short that, without exceptional Observation Haki, it was impossible to perceive as anything other than a single, devastating blow.
This was exactly why, in the Stampede storyline...
Before activating his Devil Fruit awakening, Bullet could effortlessly dismantle the entire Worst Generation using only his martial arts. Yet, after fusing with his massive mechanical construct, he was slowly beaten down.
By merging into that colossal form, his precise, microscopic control over his power naturally degraded.
Taking the full brunt of the kick, Garp let out a sharp grunt of pain and plummeted from the sky like a meteor.
CRASH!
He slammed into the ground, excavating a massive crater and kicking up a towering cloud of dust and debris.
Sengoku gravely wounded. Garp brutally struck down.
The Marines who witnessed the rapid succession of defeats were paralyzed by a cold, creeping terror.
"Impossible... Vice Admiral Garp was defeated??"
"Hey! Are you guys joking right now??"
"Marine Headquarters is the absolute bastion of world justice! It is not a place you can just trample over whenever you please!"
Garp's furious roar echoed from the depths of the crater, washing over the battlefield.
RUMBLE!
A massive surge of Haki blasted the rubble away. Radiating a terrifying, overwhelming aura, the old hero pulled himself up from the wreckage.
SWISH!
Garp vanished in a blur of motion.
He erupted forward with explosive, blinding speed, moving like a crackling thunderbolt. He closed the distance instantly, driving a massive fist directly into Bullet's torso.
BOOM!
The punch, saturated with lethal concentrations of both Armament and Conqueror's Haki, slammed into Bullet with catastrophic force, bending the massive pirate backward like a shrimp.
"Gwah...!"
Blood erupted from Bullet's nose and mouth.
The impact was utterly devastating.
This was the true terror of Garp's "Iron Fist." A man who had pushed his physical conditioning and Haki mastery to the absolute, theoretical limit. A casual punch from him could level a mountain.
His peak offensive output was something even Gol D. Roger couldn't simply shrug off. What chance did Bullet have?
He was launched backward by the single strike.
CRASH!
Bullet tore through the ruined landscape like a runaway comet, plowing through massive chunks of rubble and kicking up a blinding cloud of dust.
"Hah... hah..."
Garp's chest heaved, his breathing ragged and heavy. He was old. His stamina simply couldn't sustain this level of high-intensity, prolonged combat anymore.
The psychological toll—the agonizing death of Ace, the uncertain fate of Luffy—was also weighing heavily on his mind, dulling his edge.
But...
He was a Marine. He bore the mantle of "Justice." It was the absolute, unyielding conviction he had dedicated his entire life to upholding.
How could he let it waver now?
He absolutely could not!
RUMBLE...
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