Traveler in the Pirate World

At the same time that Rayleigh was fighting with Cyborg Sora, the battlefield in the distance suddenly lit up with an extreme light, illuminating everything and making everyone's eyes plunge into white in an instant.

After the light, the snowfield disappeared, the sea water also disappeared, and under the huge hole, the ocean current flowed back and formed a whirlpool again. Two tall figures stood in the air with tattered clothes.

One of them was covered with fine cracks all over its body, like a cracked rock, and looked very miserable. However, this miserable appearance did not last long, and it recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One of them had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and his skin was covered with scars. The flowing blood soaked his tattered clothes, but he still looked at his opponents around him calmly, which made people feel awe.

At his heart, a green black bird mark with tiny cracks emitted a hazy light, which gradually merged into his blood and then spread to his limbs and bones, constantly suppressing the backlash of the fruit's power and repairing his body's injuries.

Very strong!

Aokiji sighed in his heart. He had to say that Whitebeard was worthy of being at the peak of his former self. Without the burden of the fruit and with the additional power of the Eye of God, Whitebeard was a little too difficult to deal with.

With a slight lift of his hand, countless ice crystal spears suddenly broke out of the waves, like rain hanging upside down between heaven and earth, so dense that there was no end in sight.

The previous Aokiji naturally could not achieve this level, or any natural-type character could not do it. After all, they were the users of fruits that represented natural disasters, not the magicians in the story.

However, after awakening the Eye of God, Aokiji felt that he was becoming more and more like a mage or an elemental manipulator.

It seems that the endless ice crystal spears cannot pose a threat to Whitebeard, but they are very troublesome. Facing several top masters above the sea, even if a little bit of his energy is distracted, it will be very dangerous, not to mention that in a sense the sea is Aokiji's home court.

The clone and the original body suddenly took a step forward, and the air under their feet flashed and shattered like a mirror. The next moment, two figures broke through the air and came in front of Sengoku and Akainu respectively. The naginata in their hands fell almost at the same time. The sound of shattering became one as the naginata blades fell, and the air around them vibrated accordingly.

The golden light in Zhan Guo's hand surged, and the rock elements gathered madly, turning into a swastika seal to suppress it. The invisible repressive force was like a mountain pressing down, and the golden ripples formed strange fluctuations, offsetting the invisible shocks transmitted through the air.

However, the moment he saw Whitebeard's appearance clearly, Zhan Guo's pupils suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but shouting in a trance, "Second awakening, phantom beast transformation!"

White flame clouds surrounded Whitebeard's arms, and the silver light in his dark eyes seemed to be constantly shrinking with the pupils as the center. There seemed to be countless cracks growing and healing on his body, making his whole body look a little unreal.

Akainu, who was not surrounded by any suppressive force, sensed Whitebeard's changes much more clearly than Sengoku. The air around him seemed to have been broken, and the surface of the sea was irregularly distorted and changing strangely, making everything seem less real.

Countless shock forces were transmitted around Akainu's body, and the defense of Armament Haki could not completely withstand these slight vibrations, which made his internal organs disordered, his breath unstable, and his combat power declined. In an instant, he had to choose to transform his whole body into elements to eliminate such influence.

Black flames surged on the long sword in his hand, and he slashed fiercely towards Whitebeard's naginata. However, the closer he got to Whitebeard, the more the long sword in Akainu's hand trembled, and the black flames on it broke and twisted, and were blown away by the terrifying air pressure and sword light from the naginata.

The ice crystal spear controlled by Aokiji completely lost its effect and turned into countless tiny snow powders. The pale flames in his eyes flickered. He saw everything as if he were a God's perspective, his brows were furrowed, and his ability was completely restrained by Whitebeard, who had transformed into a phantom beast.

With the help of his predictive Observation Haki, Kizaru had predicted a corner of the future in advance. Countless golden lights had already turned into several golden spears and shot out before Whitebeard set off, but their directions were disrupted by the distorted and vibrating space, and they either flew into the sky or fell into the deep sea, exploding and blooming in the distance.

The Buddha-like figure's huge palm suppressed down with the swastika seal, and instantly collided with the edge of the naginata. Countless cracks spread from the center of the collision between the two to the entire swastika seal. After a moment of stalemate, the huge swastika seal shattered. The terrifying blade light slashed fiercely on the golden palm of the Warring States period, leaving a huge scar deep enough to see the bone. The bright red blood flowed down like a waterfall flowing down the mountains, dyeing a twisted sea red.

The long sword and the naginata collided, and a horrible shock came from the blade, along Akainu's arm to his whole body. His body exploded with fiery red magma, like an erupting volcano, and turned into a sea of ​​red in the blink of an eye. The body that stubbornly maintained its human shape flew backwards and out in the gushing lava uncontrollably, like a firework exploding in the sky, leaving a black tail flame, and smashed into the collapsed ice peak in the distance.

Yu Bingfeng stood up from the broken edge, blood oozing from the corner of Akainu's mouth. He was like a meteor streaking across the sky from afar, leaving bursts of explosions in the air. Whitebeard stepped into the air with his right hand trembling.

The power was completely disrupted. In this state, Whitebeard would be suppressed by 90% in close combat. This was too terrifying.

If it weren't for the suppressive power of Sengoku's Eye of God and the characteristics of the mythical beast species that were in a state of mutual restraint with Whitebeard, that knife might have cut off his palm.

"This battle is more difficult than expected, but can you really keep up with this intensity of fighting, Edward?"

Looking down at Whitebeard who was coming to chop him with a sword again, golden light shone in Zhan Guo's eyes. A string of Buddhist beads fell off his hand and expanded, dispersing into huge balls, like eighteen stars hanging in the air. The golden light intertwined with each other, and the spherical golden ripples fluctuated in an orderly manner, raising Zhan Guo's power of suppression to a higher level.

The Eighteen Realms of God's creation have the power to suppress space and are one of the God's creations collected by the Navy Headquarters.

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Holy Land Marie Gioia, Wulaoxing Conference Room.

"As expected, he is one of the top geniuses of the last era. He is a monster who has developed the fruit to the extreme without a systematic practice system. Without the burden of his body, he has completely integrated with the fruit in such a short time. It seems that our choice is correct." Watching the live battle scene, Sanyan, who had a huge mustache, looked calm with an undercurrent.

"In every era, there are always some gifted monsters, such as Rocks, Edward, Garp, and Roger...

Unfortunately, this era does not need them. No matter how many times the light of history is lit, the flood of destruction and the grave of eternal night will extinguish it. Only the eternal king can break the curse of the world. "Stroking his long white beard, Er's voice was pious, "One king is enough. The tragedy caused by Nika should not be repeated again."

He subconsciously ignored the existence of the revival of this era, and was unwilling to mention it. The word "God" was too suffocating.

Yi, who was leaning on the crutch, didn't say a word. He just watched the tragic war in the picture quietly. His eyes were as deep as the abyss. On his chest, a fiery red eye of God flickered with faint sparks, like stars that bloomed and extinguished.

The skinny Si lowered his head to wipe the First Generation Kitetsu in his hand. His Armament Haki kept nurturing this sword that had been with him for more than 800 years. "It's almost there. In a few years, it will be able to see blood."

The blond Wu sat on the soft sofa, with an inexplicable smile on his face, as if he had an irresistible expectation. The people around him did not notice his strange expression, and it was difficult to know what he was thinking at the moment, and even more difficult to know what he was expecting.

He watched the battles being broadcasted from multiple perspectives, watched the figure kneeling on the platform, watched the young man desperately moving forward on the battlefield, and silently thought to himself, "When will you enter? God!"