"Everyone, attention!"
In the distance, Strawberry suddenly shouted loudly, "Prepare for landing operations, some support Teacher Zephyr, some flank from the sides, and surround the Shampodi Paradise area!"
"No way!"
Zephyr didn't even turn his head, sternly stopping them, "The horror of a Press-Press Fruit is beyond your imagination, let me handle it alone, all of you go back!!"
Before the words were finished, Fujitora on the opposite side had already made a move again.
He clasped his sword with both hands and suddenly thrust it into the ground:
"Gravity Blade: Hell Traveler!"
Buzz!
The eerie purple ripple, centered on the Staff Blade, rapidly spread in all directions.
In just an instant, the gravity in the entire dock area increased more than tenfold, the Marines about to jump off the battleship were caught off guard, each of them was forced to kneel on the ground, struggling to breathe, unable to even lift their heads.
Headquarter Vice Admirals Yamakaji and Strawberry barely managed to stand without falling down, but likewise found themselves stuck in a quagmire, unable to move an inch.
The two exchanged glances, their faces extremely grim.
Only now did they understand why Zephyr stopped them; in such a wide-ranging terrifying gravity field, ordinary soldiers found even standing difficult, let alone fighting!
This is something not even the current three Grand Admirals can achieve.
What a troublesome ability!
"..."
Zephyr's face was equally flushed red at this moment, remaining silent.
The closer he got to Fujitora, the more terrifying the gravity pressure he endured.
What the disciples and Marines endured was merely aftershock, Fujitora's move carried the brunt of its power directly onto him!
"Just a mere Press-Press Fruit, and you think you can subdue me! Keep dreaming!"
Zephyr suddenly shouted, clenching his fists and pounding the ground, using the recoil force to abruptly stand upright.
Currently, he hadn't interfaced with the Navy's scientific unit to install the Seastone Crusher, this prosthetic wasn't nearly as handy as his former flesh and blood.
But, it doesn't matter.
None of it matters!
Armament is enough!!!
He emphasized to his students more than once that relying solely on Fruit Ability won't make you a great force; only with strong Armament can you qualify to reach the pinnacle of this world!
No matter how strange or elusive the Fruit Ability is, it can be broken with Armament!
Just like now!
Snap!
The surrounding gravity restriction was finally broken by him at this moment, Zephyr's hair stood on end, Armament Haki fully unleashed, he strode forward despite tens of times of gravity:
"Is this all you have? If you have more skills, come at me! Bullying juniors isn't skill!"
"I just don't want unnecessary casualties, Endgame has always been lenient with the lower-ranking Navy soldiers; if Zephyr senior is willing to retreat, I won't stop you."
Fujitora's tone was calm.
"Bullshit!"
Zephyr roared, suddenly accelerating, his right fist wrapped in pitch-black Armament Haki aiming straight at Fujitora's chest, "Retreat? I am a Marine! In my dictionary, retreat doesn't exist!"
Faced with this thunderous strike, Fujitora remained unfazed, using the Staff Blade to block.
Clang!
The metallic clash resounded deafeningly; Zephyr's punch, strong enough to shatter mountains, was firmly caught by the seemingly flimsy blade, unable to advance an inch.
Zephyr's complexion instantly became somewhat grimmer.
And the complexion that turned even grimmer wasn't only his, but also...
"Shamrock!"
Thud, a kick sent Saint Shamrock flying, spewing blood like a kite with a broken string, rolling dozens of times on the ground before crashing against the walls of Shampodi Amusement Park.
In the air echoed Shano's cold laugh, "My reinforcements have arrived, and what about you? What are you still waiting for?!"