213: The Intensifying Summit War! 

A surge of crimson and golden lightning-infused Conqueror's Haki erupted from Ron's body, spreading across all of Marineford like ripples on water.

In the face of this overwhelming kingly aura, even the sky seemed to darken.

Centered beneath the Encircling Wall, Ron's unrivaled and terrifying Conqueror's Haki crashed outward like a violent tidal wave, sweeping in all directions!

Whether it was the battle-hardened pirates of the Whitebeard Pirates or the elite Marines bearing the weight of justice, all fell unconscious in an instant, their eyes rolling back as they collapsed in rows, one after another.

Sabo and Luffy, who were just about to clash with Garp, felt the immense surge of Conqueror's Haki and instinctively turned toward the source.

"This… This is…?!"

Behind them, both Zoro and Sanji were equally stunned as they looked at the countless elite Marines fainting under the sheer pressure of the Haki.

"What the hell just happened?!"

"That was Conqueror's Haki?!"

They turned toward Ivankov, whose eyes were wide with shock.

"Eh? What…?"

For the first time, Ivankov was left speechless, his usually expressive face frozen in shock.

His body trembled slightly as he muttered, "Such an unbelievable Conqueror's Haki… even I was stunned for a few seconds…"

Not far away, Jinbe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"This level of Haki… it might even surpass Big Mom's… Is this the power of the Traveler Ron…?"

…

"This Conqueror's Haki…"

Aramaki scratched his head and looked toward Garp.

"Vice Admiral Garp, what do we do? Should I make a move?"

"No need. We wait for that brat to come to us."

Garp's voice was steady, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed into the distance.

"Still… That's quite an aura."

"The level of this Haki… It's comparable to Gol D. Roger's back in the day."

Hearing his words, Gion's expression subtly shifted.

…

"A will that stands above all, an undisputed, invincible aura… Has that young man already reached such heights?"

On the Execution Platform, Vice Admiral Tsuru closed her eyes and sighed in admiration.

"Conqueror's Haki itself isn't rare, but to reach this level, there are only a handful in history… Roger, Whitebeard, and Red-Haired Shanks. Now, another one has appeared?"

Fleet Admiral Sengoku clenched his fists as his teeth ground together.

"He's not even a pirate… yet he wants to become the strongest? That little brat…!"

…

Ron's unleashed Conqueror's Haki had instantly knocked out tens of thousands of both Marines and Whitebeard Pirates alike.

Within a radius of one kilometer, only a scattered few were still standing.

The ones who remained conscious were either pirates with a bounty exceeding 100 million or Marine officers at the rank of Captain and above.

Yet all of them, regardless of affiliation, had the same expression of dread on their faces as they looked ahead—

At the tall, imposing figure standing alone amidst the battlefield.

"Annoying."

Ron raised his blood-red blade, his piercing ocean-blue eyes devoid of emotion.

Then, with a single vertical slash—

The Encircling Wall, towering over a hundred meters high, was split apart in an instant!

A chasm opened through the impenetrable defense meant to keep invaders out.

Ron stepped forward, effortlessly landing on the upper plaza, his feet resting on the very edge of the shattered wall.

He stood facing the execution platform, with Garp and the others before him—

And behind him, the frozen battlefield, the fallen warriors, and the sea itself.

His black hair billowed in the wind, his crimson blade dripping with power.

In the eyes of both the elite Marines and the world watching through the live broadcast—

He was no longer human.

He was a being of myth, a god of war.

…

"Gurararara!"

Whitebeard let out a thunderous laugh.

After delivering some of his strongest blows, his body was already weakened, yet he still grinned as he looked at the lone figure standing atop the broken wall.

"To be so young… and already gazing down upon the world…"

The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk. "Brat, reaching the top of the world isn't a fun place to be!"

"You think he's going to surpass you?" 

Akainu, rising from the ground, snarled, his gaze filled with murderous intent.

Beneath the brim of his hat, his eyes burned with hatred as he looked at Whitebeard.

"Because neither of you will live to see that day!"

"Gurararara!"

Whitebeard's laughter grew even louder.

"A damn red mutt dares to bark such nonsense…? Are you still dreaming, Akainu?"

Akainu's expression darkened as he coldly sneered.

"If this were your younger days, I wouldn't be your match. But now… Your body won't hold out much longer, Whitebeard."

Whitebeard narrowed his eyes, his grip on his naginata tightening.

"At the very least… taking you down won't be a problem."

"Is that so?"

Akainu sneered coldly.

"Then let's see you try!"

With that, his magma-infused arms smashed into the ground beneath him.

From the epicenter of his strike, hundreds of magma fissures spread in all directions, and towering pillars of searing magma erupted from the ground. Blazing flames shot skyward, distorting the air with their heatwaves.

The battlefield where Akainu and Whitebeard stood had turned into a molten furnace, the air shimmering under the suffocating heat.

"Killing you first… and then that brat…"

Akainu's piercing gaze locked onto Whitebeard, his voice brimming with murderous intent.

"The Marines will enforce Absolute Justice over these seas!"

His obsidian-colored fists, infused with Armament Haki, glowed menacingly as magma dripped from them.

Whitebeard merely scoffed.

"With just you?"

He raised his left arm, his muscles bulging with terrifying force, as the quake-inducing power of the Tremor-Tremor fruit gathered into his fist.

The air itself fractured as their auras clashed, causing the already shattered battlefield to crumble further.

Then, in a single instant—

They both struck!

Molten magma clashed against the devastating shockwaves of Whitebeard's power!

The battle between the Marine Admiral and the Yonko erupted once again!

Though Akainu was still slightly at a disadvantage, Whitebeard's attacks were no longer as overpowering as before. His movements, once unshakable like an immovable mountain, now showed signs of slowing down.

Akainu noticed immediately.

His relentless assault only grew fiercer.

…

Across the Battlefield, Jozu, his diamond-covered body gleaming, suddenly launched forward.

With a thunderous roar—

He smashed Moria away.

Then, his powerful voice echoed across the battlefield:

"Everyone! Head toward that opening! Break through the Encircling Wall and rescue Ace!"

"Ooooohhh!"

"Charge!! Save Ace!!"

The remaining Whitebeard Pirates, with their morale surging to its peak, all rushed toward the massive chasm Ron had carved through the wall.

The battle had reached its climax.

…

Amidst the chaos, Aokiji, who had been temporarily knocked out, finally rose from the frozen battlefield.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his icy gaze remained calm as he lifted his hand.

"Ice Age…"

Before he could release his technique, a golden blur shot toward him.

"Not happening!"

Marco, in his phoenix form, unleashed a devastating kick.

His flaming talons struck Aokiji squarely, sending the Marine Admiral flying across the battlefield!

"Heaven's Burden!!"

A deep, solemn voice rang out.

In the next second, Marco's entire body was crushed to the ground under an invisible force!

"Arghhh…!"

The voice belonged to none other than Fujitora, who had finally made his move!

Before Marco could struggle free, Jozu charged like an unstoppable bulldozer, aiming straight at Fujitora!

But just as Jozu was about to collide—

Aokiji pressed his palm against the ice-covered battlefield.

"Ice Spike!"

A massive, razor-sharp ice pillar shot up from the ground, impaling Jozu mid-charge and sending him flying!

The battlefield had descended into utter chaos.

…

Above the Encircling Wall, at the Execution Platform.

Everyone's eyes were locked onto Ron, standing on the edge of the battlefield.

"He's finally here."

Garp grinned, his gaze locked onto the young warrior.

"Old man Garp, you know…"

Ron sheathed his blade and raised his right fist, coated in Advanced Armament Haki.

"…I've never really had a proper fight with you."

Garp's grin widened.

"Oh? You wanna go all out?"

With a hearty chuckle, he rolled up his sleeves.

"Then you better make sure you last a few punches, kid!"

With a single step, both Ron and Garp vanished from their positions!

In the next instant—

BOOM!!!

They reappeared in the center of the battlefield, their Haki-infused fists clashing with devastating force!

The impact sent shockwaves in all directions.

Sabo, Luffy, Jinbe, and even Vice Admiral Dalmatian, along with dozens of elite Marines, were blown away by the sheer force of their punches!

The battlefield had now become a true spectacle of monsters clashing.

…

At that moment, on the distant horizon—

A shadowy group emerged.

Marshall D. Teach, led a group of infamous criminals from Impel Down, along with Shiryu of the Rain, as they stepped onto the chaotic battlefield.

And the first thing they laid their eyes upon was—

The most intense battle Marineford had ever seen.

On the icy battlefield, Marco and Jozu were engaged in brutal combat against Aokiji and Fujitora.

Not far away, Whitebeard and Akainu clashed violently, with magma and quake shockwaves tearing apart the ground.

A battle between fire and quakes, ice and diamonds, gravity and phoenix flames—

The battlefield had transformed into a realm of apocalyptic chaos.

And high above the Encircling Wall, in the very heart of the battlefield—

Ron and Garp were locked in a furious fistfight, shaking the entire Marine Headquarters!

Each clash was earth-shattering, the sheer force behind every punch capable of shattering mountains. Every time Garp and Ron's Haki-hardened fists and feet collided, the battlefield trembled with deafening booms, like thunder rolling across the heavens. 

The pressure generated by their attacks sent shockwaves through the air, creating violent gusts that made it impossible for anyone to approach them.

The impact of their blows caused the very air to crack apart, leaving jagged distortions in its wake. The ground beneath them continuously shattered and was flung into the air in layers, as if the battlefield itself was being peeled away.

Meanwhile, the fierce battle raged on at the narrow breach in the Encircling Wall.

Boom! Boom!

Explosions roared across the battlefield.

Everywhere, chaos reigned.

Marines and Whitebeard Pirates clashed relentlessly. Devil Fruit users unleashed their diverse and terrifying abilities, each technique lighting up the battlefield with spectacular destruction. Even the massive chunks of floating debris in the sky had turned into platforms for battle. Marineford itself groaned under the sheer scale of devastation, as though the island could collapse at any moment.

The war had reached its peak.

No one held back. Both sides were fighting with everything they had, their eyes burning with an unstoppable resolve.

Standing on the sidelines of this unprecedented chaos, Blackbeard and his crew gazed at the battlefield with expressions of shock. Even Blackbeard himself, who had anticipated the chaos, found the scale of destruction beyond his imagination.

"This war... has escalated far beyond anything I expected," he muttered, his voice laced with astonishment.

"Captain, what's our next move?" Burgess asked, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Van Augur spoke up, "If you ask me, entering the battlefield now would not be a wise decision."

"Zehahahaha! Well said!" Blackbeard laughed heartily, but his eyes were filled with greed as he turned his gaze toward Whitebeard. "But no matter what happens... I will get my hands on the Tremor-Tremor Fruit!"

…

Hundreds of kilometers away from Marineford…

Dark storm clouds blanketed the sky, and thunder crackled through the heavens.

A colossal dragon soared through the storm, its immense serpentine body twisting through the clouds like a divine beast descending upon the mortal world. The aura it exuded was oppressive, suffocating, and unmistakably powerful.

Trailing behind the dragon was a fleet of ships, cutting through the waves with unwavering determination.

At the bow of the leading ship, a man stood tall, his long red hair billowing in the fierce wind.

Shanks.

One of the Four Emperors of the Sea.

His sharp eyes were locked onto the massive azure dragon ahead—another Emperor of the Sea, Kaido, in his fearsome dragon form.

His fingers rested on the hilt of his sword, Griffin.

His expression was solemn.

His aura was overwhelming.

His Haki was already surging.

The inevitable clash of titans drew closer.

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