"Damn it! Are the Five Elders all held back?!" Garling roared, his frustration palpable. His eyes were locked on the scene unfolding before him, where the Five Elders were being overwhelmed by the Entei Pirates' group. His face was twisted in disgust.
Earlier, when the cadres of the Entei Pirates' fleet clashed with the Five Elders, they hadn't shown their true strength. Even the mythical beasts among them fought in their human forms, their full powers restrained. It was clear now that their goal was to lure out any hidden reinforcements step by step.
Yet, to Garling's dismay, they had lost all the pacifists and seraphim in the initial clash. The shame was unbearable—an utter disgrace to the Marines' reputation.
"That damn Flame Emperor!" Garling muttered angrily, glaring at the distant figure of his nemesis. The situation was rapidly deteriorating, and the thought of their devastating losses only added to his fury.
"Hey! Do you have time to look somewhere else?!"
The shout was barely audible over the clang of steel. Garling's sword met three blades, each infused with Conqueror's Haki, in a thunderous clash. His eyes, cold and burning with rage, locked onto Zoro, who stood before him with a devilish grin.
"Just now, I was taken care of by you," Zoro said, his aura crackling with a ghostly, intimidating presence.
"Don't be too arrogant, Pirate Hunter! Do you want to fight me alone?!" Garling's face contorted with frustration. Despite Zoro's formidable strength, Garling believed he was still superior.
Before Zoro could respond, a soft voice drifted through the chaos, making Garling's expression darken further.
"Then, add me."
The voice belonged to Fujitora, who revealed his sword—a renowned weapon among the twelve supreme swords, the Gambler's Fireline. The blade gleamed ominously in the dim light, amplifying Garling's unease.
"Dark Ranger! Fujitora! That blade is one of the twelve supreme swords—Gambler's Fireline!" Garling's face twisted into a scowl as he took in the sight of Fujitora's unsheathed sword. The combination of the Pirate Hunter and the Dark Ranger—two of the sea's greatest swordsmen—was a formidable threat.
Garling's Observation Haki swept across the battlefield, and his expression soured further. The Entei Pirates' fleet had unleashed combat power far beyond what had been previously shown. The once-contained chaos had exploded into a full-scale siege, with the Entei Pirates relentlessly attacking the Knights of God and the three Admirals of the Naval Headquarters.
In the midst of the turmoil, Green Bull had been slain by Katakuri and Aokiji, and Tashigi had also fallen, killed by Tea Dolphin. The sheer scale of their losses was staggering, and Garling was left seething with anger and frustration.
Facing the dual assault of Zoro and Fujitora, Garling had no choice but to confront them head-on. The battle was escalating beyond his control, and his options were rapidly dwindling.
Without a word, Zoro launched himself forward, his three swords forming a deadly arc as he aimed for Garling's exposed flank. His movements were a blur, a whirlwind of steel and Haki. Garling's eyes narrowed, and with a swift, almost casual flick of his wrist, he parried Zoro's attack, his sword moving with a precision that defied his age.
Fujitora, not one to be outdone, raised his hand and summoned a barrage of meteorites from the sky. The massive rocks descended with terrifying speed, aimed directly at Garling. The ground erupted as the meteors struck, but Garling remained unperturbed, his sword cutting through the falling debris with effortless grace.
"Is that all you've got?" Garling's voice was filled with contempt as he deflected the meteors and focused on Zoro. With a mighty swing, he unleashed a wave of Haki, a blade of pure, destructive force aimed straight at the swordsman.
Zoro met the attack head-on, his swords clashing with the dark energy. The impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield, causing the earth to quake and the air to crackle with the intensity of their clash. Zoro gritted his teeth, channeling all his strength and Haki into his swords, determined not to falter.
Meanwhile, Fujitora was already in motion. His hands moved in a fluid, almost dance-like manner, manipulating the very gravity around them. The battlefield became a chaotic landscape of shifting weights and forces, as Fujitora altered the gravity to hinder Garling's movements and create openings for Zoro.
Garling, sensing the shift in the battlefield, adapted swiftly. He spun with a fluid motion, his sword slicing through the altered gravity with a precision that defied the odds. His attacks were relentless, a blend of overwhelming power and masterful technique, designed to keep Zoro and Fujitora on the defensive.
Zoro, undeterred, continued his assault with unyielding ferocity. He unleashed his most powerful techniques, including the devastating Asura, summoning spectral figures to aid him in his attack. The multiple forms of Zoro crashed into Garling, each blow infused with the full force of his Haki.
Fujitora, taking advantage of the openings created by Zoro's relentless assault, launched a final, desperate move. He concentrated his gravity manipulation to its maximum, creating a colossal gravitational singularity above Garling. The immense pressure drew in everything around it, compressing the air and distorting the space.
Garling, caught in the intense gravity, struggled to maintain his balance. With a powerful roar, he unleashed his full strength, swinging his sword in a massive arc. The sheer force of the blow shattered the gravitational singularity, sending out a shockwave that knocked Zoro and Fujitora back.
The battle was fierce and unrelenting, each side pushing their limits. Zoro's swords were glowing with the intensity of his Haki, Fujitora's gravity manipulation created chaotic forces on the battlefield, and Garling's ancient swordsmanship and power were on full display. The clash of these titans was a spectacle of raw power, skill, and indomitable will.
As the dust began to settle, it was clear that neither side would back down easily.
Ace's gaze swept over the battlefield with a knowing smile. The clash between the forces of the Entei Pirates and the Five Elders had reached a fever pitch, and Ace watched with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. His understanding of the Five Elders' immortality, rooted in the power of Imu and the Baphomet Fruit, had given him a crucial advantage.
Ace had long known that immortality, despite its formidable appearance, was not invincible. The power behind Imu's ability was finite, and each use drained precious energy. In a war of attrition, this was a critical flaw. Imu's immortality was a trump card, but not an endless resource. In the heat of battle, it was a gamble to expend such power prematurely.
As the conflict raged, Ace's thoughts turned to the looming presence that had been conspicuously absent. He raised his head, eyes piercing through the tumultuous sky, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The storm clouds above roiled and darkened, and an oppressive weight seemed to hang in the air.
"You can't resist forever, Imu," Ace murmured to himself, his voice carrying a note of grim satisfaction. "I knew you wouldn't be able to stay hidden for long."
Suddenly, the sky erupted in a cataclysmic display of power. The air crackled with energy, and the ground shook as if responding to an ancient call. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp and bend under the pressure of a colossal force.
"Boom!!!"
The thunderous sound reverberated across the battlefield, drowning out all other noise. The sky was split asunder, revealing the true nature of the force that had been held in reserve. The ancient weapon Uranus, one of the three legendary weapons of the world, began to activate. Its presence was a harbinger of immense power, an unfathomable force that had the potential to reshape the conflict entirely.
Ace's eyes gleamed with a fierce determination. The activation of Uranus was a game-changer, a revelation that would test the limits of their strategies and endurance. But Ace was ready. He had anticipated this moment, prepared for it, and now he stood at the precipice of a new chapter in the battle.
With a deep breath, Ace prepared himself for the coming storm, knowing that the true scale of the conflict was about to unfold.