205: The Summit War Begins!

In the next moment—

A terrifying repulsive force crashed onto Enel, sending him hurtling through the air like a cannonball before violently smashing into the sea below.

"...!!"

The Straw Hat crew stared in stunned silence, their expressions frozen in shock.

That powerful Enel… didn't even qualify to challenge him?!

Jinbe wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.

The sheer presence radiating from Ron was overwhelming. Even for someone like Jinbe, who had weathered countless battles, this level of oppressive force was suffocating.

This pressure—it was even heavier than what he felt when facing Big Mom!

Above the clouds, three ships continued to rise, rapidly soaring toward Marineford under Ron's control.

…

At this moment—

Marineford.

The warship transporting Ace had arrived.

Meanwhile, under the command of Vice Admiral Tsuru and Fleet Admiral Sengoku, the battlefield preparations were complete.

Tens of thousands of elite Marines stood shoulder to shoulder in the massive plaza before the Marines' stronghold. Their sheer numbers and organized formation created an awe-inspiring sight, one that had likely never been seen in Marineford's history.

Among them stood Vice Admirals such as Dalmatian and Onigumo, alongside Commodores and Captains like Smoker, Hina, and Tashigi, all commanding their respective divisions, each prepared for the incoming battle.

Beyond the bay, warships were assembled in a semicircular formation, sealing off any escape routes. Marines bustled about, transporting cannonballs, loading explosives, and making final preparations for the imminent clash.

Standing near the execution platform, several Giant Vice Admirals surveyed the battlefield with watchful eyes.

One of them roared, his voice booming over the gathered forces:

"Stay alert! Do not lower your guard for even a second!"

Hoooraaaah!!!

A deafening battle cry erupted as tens of thousands of Marines raised their weapons high, their voices merging into a thunderous war chant that shook the very ground beneath them.

The sheer momentum of the army—though numbering in the tens of thousands—felt as if they were a force of millions.

Amidst the ranks, familiar figures stood tall.

Some wore calm and determined expressions.

Some were cold and ruthless.

Some brimmed with battle-hungry excitement.

Smoker, Tashigi, Hina, Dalmatian, and Onigumo…

One by one, each Marine prepared for the upcoming war.

…

"How much longer?"

Smoker, his cigar clenched between his teeth, turned to Tashigi.

Tashigi glanced at her watch, gripping her sword Shigure tightly.

"There are about two hours left until the execution."

"The Seven Warlords of the Sea have arrived."

Hina, standing nearby with her arms crossed, pointed toward the execution platform.

Smoker and Tashigi looked up.

One by one, the Warlords made their entrance.

Standing at the foot of the execution platform were:

Boa Hancock – The Pirate Empress.

Trafalgar D. Water Law – The Surgeon of Death.

Gecko Moria – The Shadow Master.

Bartholomew Kuma – The Tyrant.

Dracule Mihawk – The World's Strongest Swordsman.

Their mere presence sent a ripple through the gathered Marines.

A hush fell over the battlefield for a moment.

Then—

Two Admiral Candidates made their entrance.

Fujitora – A blind swordsman with a terrifying power.

Ryokugyu (Aramaki) – A mysterious figure, rumored to be a monster in combat.

Smoker narrowed his eyes.

"Who are those two…?"

"They're the new Admiral Candidates, recruited through World Military Draft," Hina explained.

"It's said that both of them possess power on par with an Admiral."

Tashigi's eyes widened. "That strong…?"

Smoker exhaled smoke, his expression serious.

"Two monsters with Admiral-level strength… They're throwing everything into this war."

Hina nodded.

"At this moment, Marineford holds the full military might of the Marines."

"With this level of power, wiping out two Yonko crews wouldn't even be impossible."

Tashigi murmured, glancing at the iron-clad defenses.

"This is… the most impenetrable fortress in the world…"

"A city of steel, impossible to breach."

Her gaze drifted toward the three Admirals, who now stepped forward.

A wave of silence rippled through the battlefield.

All eyes turned toward them.

The Three Admirals had arrived.

Aokiji – The man of ice.

Kizaru – The speed of light.

Akainu – The fist of magma.

As they ascended the execution platform and took their seats—

A suffocating aura of unmatched power spread across the battlefield.

The gathered Marines felt their bodies tense involuntarily.

An unshakable pressure settled over them.

This was absolute power.

This was justice.

"Forces like these…"

A Marine captain clenched his fist, a shiver running down his spine.

"…Not even Whitebeard can break through this."

A nearby officer chuckled darkly.

"Heh… This war is already over."

Moria let out a sinister chuckle.

As always, the Tyrant, Kuma, remained silent.

The Pirate Empress, Boa Hancock, stood with her arms crossed, her breathtakingly beautiful face displaying an icy coldness, as if everything around her was beneath her notice.

Trafalgar Law rested his enormous blade on his shoulder, his head slightly lowered, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over most of his face.

Dracule Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman, stood quietly, his gaze fixed on the Vivre Card in his hand.

A slight smirk curled at the corner of Mihawk's lips.

It seemed today would be an exhilarating battle.

…

As Ace was brought onto the execution platform, Fleet Admiral Sengoku stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the tens of thousands of gathered Marines.

"Hand me the Den Den Mushi."

"Yes, sir!"

Holding the Den Den Mushi, Sengoku spoke not only to the Marine forces but also to the entire world as the broadcast transmitted his words across countless islands and nations.

"The man you see before you… his true father—"

Sengoku's voice was steady and powerful.

"—is none other than the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger!"

A moment of profound silence fell over Marineford.

Then, an uproar erupted.

Just as the world was processing this shocking revelation—

Beyond the crescent-shaped bay of Marineford, an enormous fleet emerged from the misty horizon.

"It's the forty-three allied fleets of the Whitebeard Pirates!!"

"But where's Whitebeard himself?!"

BOOM—!

Suddenly, the calm waters inside the Marine stronghold's bay erupted. A violent quake shook the sea as countless bubbles surged to the surface.

Under the stunned gazes of thousands of Marines—

Four colossal warships emerged from beneath the ocean!

And standing at the very front of the largest vessel, the Moby Dick, was the man known as the world's strongest.

Whitebeard.

His massive frame towered over the deck, his legendary naginata, Murakumogiri, resting in his grasp. His piercing gaze swept across the battlefield before he let out a deep, thunderous laugh.

"Gurararara… Ace, I'm here to take you home!"

On the execution platform, Ace's pupils trembled violently.

"Old man…!"

Sengoku's expression hardened as he locked eyes with Whitebeard.

"So you really did come… and from below, no less."

Sitting in his usual position, Admiral Akainu—his right arm pulsing with molten magma—lifted his head slightly. The shadow of his cap hid most of his face, but his eyes gleamed with a chilling, merciless light.

"Whitebeard… the so-called strongest man in the world, huh?"

"Ara ara… looks like all of his division commanders are here as well," Aokiji remarked lazily, though his gaze was sharp.

"Hmm… but is it just Whitebeard's crew?"

Kizaru dug a finger into his ear nonchalantly before glancing up.

"That traveler, Ron, didn't come?"

"Are you looking for me?" 

A calm, youthful voice echoed from above.

The moment they heard it—

Aokiji, Kizaru, Akainu, Sengoku, Garp, Whitebeard, Ace, Hancock, Law, Mihawk, Smoker, Moria… every single person on the battlefield instinctively turned their heads toward the sky.

All eyes converged.

High above Marineford, nearly a hundred meters in the air, a familiar figure stood, suspended in the sky.

A lone traveler.

He was tall and lean, a blood-red blade strapped to his waist. His black coat billowed in the wind, and his jet-black hair flowed like silk. Beneath the strands, a pair of piercing, glowing blue eyes gazed downward, exuding an unshakable confidence—an aura of absolute dominance.

Calm. Unfazed. Supreme.

He looked down upon the battlefield, his gaze sweeping across the strongest warriors of the era as if they were nothing more than mere pieces on a board.

"...So you've arrived," Sengoku muttered through gritted teeth, his fists tightening.

The Traveler, Ron.

With the appearance of Whitebeard.

With the arrival of Ron.

The war that would shake the entire world—was about to begin.

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