Beneath the Execution Stand
Carl's sharp eyes narrowed as he stared at the man before him, his expression unreadable. There was something inexplicably overwhelming about Whitebeard's presence—even from this distance.
"Oh~ it's finally starting," Kizaru muttered lazily, his lips curving into a smirk. He turned slightly, his gaze settling on Carl. "So, Carl, interested in giving it a try?"
Carl exhaled a puff of smoke from the cigar he had just lit. "Forgive me, old man," he replied in a calm tone. "That's the strongest man in the world."
"Really now…" Kizaru chuckled meaningfully before turning his attention back to the battlefield.
At the Harbor – The Moby Dick's Bow
From atop the Moby Dick, Whitebeard's boisterous laughter rang across Marineford.
"Gurararara! Sengoku, it's been decades, hasn't it?"
His voice boomed across the battlefield, shaking the hearts of all present.
Standing tall upon the execution stand, Fleet Admiral Sengoku regarded him with grim solemnity. "Whitebeard…"
Since the fall of the Rocks Pirates, the seas had seen the rise and fall of legendary figures—Roger, Golden Lion, Whitebeard. Now, only one remained.
Portgas D. Ace, bound and awaiting execution, trembled as he beheld his father's arrival.
"Pops!" he shouted, tears in his eyes. He struggled desperately against his seastone shackles.
Whitebeard's expression remained unwavering. He set aside his naginata and adjusted his stance.
"Hold on, Ace…"
Those who recognized this stance felt their pupils shrink in fear.
A deep, resonating hum echoed through the air—
BUZZ—
As if the very world was quaking in anticipation.
Whitebeard clenched his fist, an intense white energy crackling around it. Then, with a single, earth-shattering motion—
BOOM!
The very sky seemed to split open!
On either side of Marineford, massive tsunamis erupted, rising like two monstrous walls, threatening to consume everything in their wake.
"What—what the hell is that?!"
"Tsunamis?! On both sides?!"
Panic swept through the ranks of Marine officers and soldiers alike.
The ability to manipulate the ocean itself—was this truly the power of a single man?
Beneath the Execution Stand – The Admirals Respond
Despite the impending catastrophe, the three Admirals remained unfazed.
"Carl, looks like it's your turn to shine~" Kizaru mused, turning his attention back to him.
Carl blinked in confusion. Shouldn't Aokiji be handling this?
"Come now, we'll cover for you~" Kizaru added with an easy smile.
Carl sighed. What a hassle.
Still, he had no real reason to refuse. It wasn't Whitebeard himself—just a tsunami.
His feet shifted slightly, and in an instant, his figure vanished from the execution stand—reappearing high in the sky.
"Final Scene: White Emperor Sword."
The Senbonzakura at Carl's waist shattered into countless glowing fragments, forming massive sword-like wings behind him.
"Freeze it."
With a mere wave of his hand, the sword wings expanded outward, engulfing the tsunamis on both sides.
A bone-chilling frost spread instantly.
CRACK—
The massive waves froze solid, transforming into towering ice formations within seconds.
This was the true terror of the Final Scene—not a mere sword technique, but a power capable of freezing even the moisture in the air.
From atop the Moby Dick, Whitebeard observed the spectacle with mild amusement.
"Gurararara! So, the Marines have young monsters among them as well."
There was no surprise in his eyes.
The name Solomon Carl had reached his ears long ago.
Marine Firepower Engages
As Carl hovered in the air, his gaze swept over the battlefield. His task was done. Without hesitation, he descended, returning to the execution stand.
Taking advantage of the frozen battlefield, a Marine officer barked, "Fire! Destroy those ships while they're stuck in the ice!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Cannon fire erupted, shells streaking toward the immobilized pirate fleet.
But the Whitebeard Pirates weren't idle.
"The sea is frozen! Charge forward!"
Pirates leaped onto the ice, roaring as they rushed toward the Marines.
Explosions resounded as both sides exchanged heavy artillery.
The battle had begun.
Vice Admirals Join the Fray
As incoming pirate shells rained toward the Marine ranks—
A flash of steel cut through the sky.
SLASH!
In a single motion, the shells were sliced cleanly in half.
"The Vice Admirals are here!"
Several Marine officers stepped forward. Momonga, Onigumo, Strawberry, Yamakaji.
Hearing the commotion, Staff Officer Tsuru sighed. "Even if I fled to the ends of the earth, nowhere would be truly safe."
The Warlords Take Action
At the forefront of the battlefield, the Seven Warlords of the Sea watched with interest.
Gecko Moria grinned. "Hehehe… We've got the Warlords, the Admirals, and 100,000 elite Marines. What chance does Whitebeard even have?"
Doflamingo cackled, adjusting his sunglasses. "Things are getting interesting." His gaze flickered toward Mihawk. "Hawkeye, are you just going to sit back and watch? Or are you planning to have some fun?"
Surprisingly, Dracule Mihawk moved.
Those who noticed were stunned.
"Hawkeye is stepping forward?!"
Doflamingo smirked. "Oh? You actually feel like fighting?"
Mihawk remained expressionless.
"I simply wish to measure the distance between us… and that man."
SHING—
Mihawk unsheathed Yoru, the world's strongest black blade.
With a single precise swing—
A massive green flying slash tore through the battlefield, hurtling toward Whitebeard.
Countless pirates were sent flying in its wake.
"BLOCK IT!"
A titanic figure leaped forward—
"Diamond" Jozu, Whitebeard's Third Division Commander!
His diamond-covered body gleamed as he caught Mihawk's slash head-on.
With a fierce roar, Jozu redirected the attack skyward, sending the energy slicing harmlessly through the clouds.
"He stopped the world's strongest slash!"
A Marine soldier's voice cracked in disbelief.
The pirates erupted in cheers.
"Charge! Kill them all!"
Admiral Kizaru vs. Marco
Suddenly, golden light illuminated the sky.
Kizaru floated above, raising a hand lazily.
"Yasakani no Magatama."
A barrage of laser beams rained down toward Whitebeard.
But before they could land—
WHOOSH!
A blue blur streaked across the sky.
"Phoenix Marco!"
The First Division Commander intercepted the attack with his undying blue flames.
Kizaru pouted. "Oh my, a phoenix. That's scary~"
Marco smirked. "You talk too much."
With a burst of speed, Marco kicked Kizaru down, sending the Admiral crashing into Marineford's walls.
Carl, watching from below, twitched.
"Act. You act hard, old man."
Kizaru truly was the master of slacking off.
Carl sighed. If Kizaru was already slacking, it was his turn to move.
The War of the Best had begun in full.
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