On the opposite end of the battlefield, the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air, dust swirled, and screams mingled with battle cries.
Kuzan and Kuma, leading the Neo-Navy warriors, charged through the World Government's lines like a hot knife through butter, mercilessly tearing open gap after gap in the enemy's defenses.
Kuzan stood at the front, the surrounding temperature plummeting as biting frost spread across the ground.
One enemy after another tried to rush him, only to be frozen into ice sculptures with a flick of his finger, falling stiffly to the ground with expressions of frozen terror on their faces.
Kuzan's eyes were cold as he scanned the hesitant enemy forces ahead, his voice laced with chilling intent: "Those who don't want to die, best get out of my way."
His voice, low and merciless, pierced their hearts like a blade, sending shivers down their spines.
The World Government soldiers couldn't help but retreat, fear flashing in their eyes, yet they had no choice but to brace themselves and charge forward, as the supervisors behind them would execute any deserter on the spot.
Just as the soldiers wavered, a deafening roar came from another direction.
Kuma descended from the sky with astonishing speed, the power of the Paw-Paw Fruit shimmering between his palms.
His figure stood like a giant tower on the battlefield, his hand gently striking the ground, instantly unleashing a gust of wind that sent all the surrounding enemies flying.
The muscles on his body were as solid as steel, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and calmness, as if everything was under his control.
"Those who retreat will not fare well," Kuma's deep voice boomed, resonating across the battlefield and creating an aura of intimidation.
The enemies who were already retreating step by step looked at him, their eyes filled with horror, and many even fell to their knees due to their legs giving out.
To them, Kuma's pressure was like an insurmountable mountain.
Kuzan and Kuma's joint offensive was flawless, their icy and intangible powers charging forth like two raging torrents, and all the World Government soldiers who stood in their way fell without a doubt.
Just then, Kuzan glanced coldly at the routed soldiers and said in an icy voice, "If you think someone behind you will come to save you, then I can only say—you are too naive."
The Neo-Navy warriors were greatly encouraged, and as Kuzan and Kuma continued to advance, the World Government's forces were defeated wave after wave.
Each fallen soldier made the Neo-Navy's morale even higher, and their steps became even firmer.
Blood stained the earth red, and the ground was covered with fallen corpses, but the eyes of the Neo-Navy warriors burned with an even more intense fighting spirit, as if they had transformed into an unstoppable iron army, sweeping away everything in its path.
Under this overwhelming offensive, the World Government soldiers retreated steadily, gradually being forced back to the edge of their positions, their faces no longer showing the confidence and ferocity they had before, but instead fear and despair.
Their will had long been destroyed, and all that remained was the fear of death.
However, no matter how hard they struggled, Kuzan and Kuma's power was like Mount Tai pressing down, not allowing them any chance to escape.
The sound of the wind on the battlefield gradually subsided, and the remnants of the World Government's army were completely defeated, and the entire front line was completely crushed.
A hint of coldness appeared in Kuzan's eyes as he looked at the soldiers crawling on the ground, shivering, and said indifferently, "This is just the beginning."
On the other end of the battlefield, the World Government officers looked solemn as they watched the team advancing like a hot knife through butter.
Kuzan, Kuma, Toki, Shanks, Enel, Shiliew, Kaido—these names were like thunder to anyone's ears, and each of them was a figure that made the enemy tremble.
However, such a group of peerless powerhouses had gathered together and silently followed behind one person.
What kind of charm does Jin-An possess that can make these powerhouses willingly risk their lives for him?
This question deeply troubled the World Government commanders.
They looked ahead, where Kuzan was slowly walking forward in the cold air like a god of death, freezing everything in his path, and the enemies instantly turned into ice sculptures, their faces frozen in pre-death terror.
His coldness and silence revealed endless pressure, as if all hostility would be frozen at his fingertips, never to be recovered.
Not far away, Kuma stood like a giant tower, each wave of his palm accompanied by a terrifying shock wave, causing enemies to stagger and flee in terror.
However, these burly soldiers were like ants in front of him, unable to shake him in the slightest.
At this time, Kuma's solemn and silent demeanor was frightening, and the unquestionable calmness made people feel that anyone who tried to challenge him would be asking for their own destruction.
On the other side, Shanks was like a gust of wind, quickly shuttling through the crowd, and as the cold light of his blade flashed, several enemies fell to the ground in response.
He had a slightly cynical smile on his face, and the long sword in his hand flickered with a dangerous light like a ghost.
The eyes of the enemies looking at him were full of fear, as if they were not facing a person, but an innate and irresistible force.
Enel, not far away, turned into a bolt of lightning, constantly flashing back and forth on the battlefield.
Every time the dazzling lightning illuminated the battlefield, a group of enemies would be instantly knocked down by the strong electric shock.
His figure was almost elusive, and every appearance was accompanied by a shocking thunder, and the electric light swept across the battlefield, like a divine punishment that was unavoidable.
The soldiers standing opposite him were all trembling and despairing.
Such a team, such a terrifying combat power, silently followed behind Jin-An, like a group of solemn and regretless death warriors.
The commanders felt a deep sense of unease, and they looked at each other, their eyes filled with undisguised doubts.
"Why? They could have chosen to stand alone, or even rule one side, why are they willing to follow one person?"
One officer murmured in a low voice, and the question in his heart was already the common voice of everyone.
At this time, on the distant warship, Jin-An was standing on the bow, looking indifferently at the battlefield.
His expression was calm and cold, and there were no waves in his eyes, as if everything was as he expected.
Whether it was the strong wind or the artillery fire, they were like ripples on the water in front of him, unable to stir up any waves.
Any one of his companions was enough to make the enemy tremble, but they stood silently beside him, as if nothing in the world could shake their beliefs.
Jin-An slowly turned his head, his eyes calmly and firmly sweeping over every warrior.
There was no extra emotion in his eyes, and he even seemed indifferent, but everyone around him seemed to be drawn by an unspeakable force, and their faces showed determination.
Their loyalty did not come from power or from Jin-An's strength, but from his inherent adherence to justice and freedom, and from his unwavering belief.
He did not ask them to follow him, but they were willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with him and jointly fight against this oppressive and decadent force.
The people of the World Government could not understand all of this, and they could not experience the unspoken bond of trust between each other.
They could only watch helplessly as these powerhouses gathered around Jin-An, feeling frightened, uneasy, and unable to find any flaws.
The sound of artillery fire in the distance gradually subsided, Jin-An raised his head slightly, his eyes firm and calm, and he said lightly, "Prepare to continue moving forward."
His voice was not loud, but it revealed an unparalleled aura.
The partners around him just nodded slightly, without any doubt or retreat, as if Jin-An's command was their only goal, even if it was a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, they would not waver.
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