While ordinary soldiers were engaged in a frenzied slaughter, the true powerhouses clashed in the center of the battlefield.
Each of their collisions stirred up monstrous waves, causing the balance of the battle to constantly shift.
“Boom!”
Whitebeard stood on the deck of his warship, his Murakumogiri slashing out violently.
A terrifying shockwave swept across the battlefield, directly shattering pirate warships along its path.
The pirates on the decks were blasted into the air by the massive shockwave before crashing heavily into the sea, swallowed before they could even scream.
“Gurarara… These little devils, they truly don't know the meaning of death!”
Whitebeard grinned, his entire being radiating an overwhelming fighting spirit.
Just then, a black shadow dashed towards Whitebeard like a phantom, the twin blades in its hands wreathed in black Haki, slashing towards Whitebeard's chest with an air-splitting sharpness!
“Eiger Vitan Grant!”
“Hahaha, Whitebeard!
Today, your era truly comes to an end!!”
Grant roared with laughter as his twin blades slashed down, tearing two pitch-black fissures in the air!
“A clown…”
Whitebeard raised an eyebrow, his face showing no sign of panic, Haki concentrating throughout his body as he raised his long blade and swung it down violently!
“Boom—!!”
The shockwave collided fiercely with Grant's slash, the aftershock of the explosion directly tearing apart the surrounding seawater, the warship shaking violently under the terrifying impact, many soldiers being directly blasted away and slamming heavily onto the deck!
“……”
The battle continued, the pirates growing increasingly frenzied, drenched in blood, driven to madness by the stimulation of death, each of their eyes burning with a bloodthirsty light, they had no way out, they could only continue to kill to survive!
A pirate's arm was chopped off, blood gushing out, but he roared and charged forward, biting the neck of a new Marine soldier, tearing off a piece of flesh!
“Ughaaaa!!”
The new Marine soldier screamed and struggled, desperately stabbing the pirate's heart with a dagger, but the pirate still grinned ferociously, unwilling to let go even in death.
On the other side, Kuzan stood on a warship, his gaze coldly fixed on the sea stained red with blood, he slowly raised his hand, his palm radiating a chilling aura.
“…That's enough.”
“Ice Age.”
“Crack—!!”
A terrifying cold wave swept across the entire battlefield, the surging seawater instantly freezing, countless pirates' feet locked in ice, the entire battlefield seeming to fall into an absolute zero ice-sealed domain in an instant!
The new Marines seized the opportunity to quickly counterattack, amidst the flashing blades, more pirates screamed and fell, blood splattering on the frozen sea, crimson and pale interwoven into the most brutal scene.
In just the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the entire sea had become a slaughterhouse floating with countless corpses, the wreckage of warships burning, the flames on the sea reflected in the blood-colored water, as if even the sea was weeping.
The pirates' offensive gradually collapsed under the new Marines' counterattack, they finally realized that they had underestimated the new Marines' terror.
Jin An slowly sheathed his blade, his gaze coldly sweeping across the chaotic battlefield, his tone icy:
“Those who stand in my way, die.”
The sea breeze continued to blow, the waves lapping against the broken ships, but this sea was devoid of life, only endless death and despair.
On the blood-colored sea, countless corpses and fragments of warships floated, the air filled with a pungent stench of blood.
The sea breeze howled, blowing across the deck, carrying a lingering aftermath of the battle, but the new Marine soldiers did not have the excitement and cheers one might expect, instead—an eerie, unbelievable silence.
The battlefield situation reversed too quickly.
In just over ten minutes, under the crushing force of Jin An, Whitebeard, Kuzan, and other powerhouses, the pirate vanguard was completely annihilated, unable to even put up a semblance of resistance.
In fact, most of the ordinary soldiers had not even really attacked, and the war was already over.
A new Marine soldier stood on the deck, holding a long spear, his gaze blankly fixed on the sea of corpses.
“…Is it over?”
He murmured, his tone tinged with a sense of unreality.
“Only a dozen minutes…”
Another soldier said in a low voice,
“This is the vanguard of the pirate alliance, we were prepared for a bitter fight, but… they were all wiped out so easily?”
“Not only wiped out, we barely even attacked, it was the commanders who really finished them off…”
The surrounding soldiers looked at each other, a hint of confusion flashing in their eyes.
This battle, the victory was too easy, even making them wonder if they were on the battlefield.
They had imagined the tragic scene of the new Marines fighting the pirate alliance countless times, but the reality was that they hadn't even swung their swords a few times before the battle was over.
Some people gripped their weapons tightly, a hint of unspeakable unease surfacing in their eyes.
Standing on the deck of the flagship "Dawn", Jin An's gaze darkened slightly, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, looking out at the gradually calming sea.
This battle did end too smoothly.
This was not the first time he had faced a pirate siege, but this feeling of easily slaughtering the enemy made him a little alert.
The pirate alliance would not be so foolish, and the remnants of the World Government could not have only sent such a batch of cannon fodder to their deaths.
This was just the vanguard, without a doubt, the real battle—was yet to come.
Whitebeard walked to his side, grinning:
“Gurarara… Little brat, this battle was too easy, wasn't it?”
Jin An turned his head slightly, his gaze deep:
“You also feel something is wrong?”
Whitebeard snorted softly, gripping his long blade tightly, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit:
“Of course.
Those old foxes couldn't have sent their main force to their deaths like this.
Let those few guys who ran away go report the information.”
“Hmm…”
Jin An nodded slowly, tapping his fingers lightly on the hilt of his sword, lost in thought.
At the other end of the battlefield, several battered pirate ships were rapidly moving away from the battlefield, the torn sails swaying precariously in the wind, the decks covered in blood and fallen corpses.
Several pirate experts had gloomy faces, their faces full of anger and unwillingness.
“Damn it! These new Marine monsters… are so strong!”
“The vanguard is completely wiped out, we can't stop them at all!”
“Damn it!
We must send the information back immediately so that the main force can prepare!
We underestimated them!!”
They were unwilling, but understood even more that staying on the battlefield was a dead end.
At this moment, they could only escape, as soon as possible to report the situation here to the pirate coalition behind, and the World Government's behind-the-scenes commander.
Their departure meant that the real battle had just begun.
The wind on the sea began to become rapid, the new Marine soldiers still had not recovered from the illusion of victory, but Jin An, Whitebeard, Kuzan and others already understood that this war was far from over.
“Notify all warships, enter a state of high alert.”
Jin An spoke slowly, his voice low and firm,
“This is not the end, but the prelude.”
“The real pirate alliance is still behind.”
The sea breeze howled, the flags fluttered, the air filled with the lingering bloody smell.
