Capítulo 95: Shocked
On the Festival Island
The clash has escalated to a crescendo, each move echoing with the weight of destiny.
Despite Momousagi and Chaton finding themselves outmatched, the Marines refused to yield, rallying with a ferocity that stunned even their adversaries.
"Perish!" Akainu's voice thundered across the battlefield.
A torrent of molten lava erupted, twisting the very air, hurtling towards Whitebeard with relentless force.
Whitebeard stood firm, a titan facing an onslaught.
Against two Admirals and their ambitious proteges, he stood alone, a beacon of indomitable will.
Even as his Observation Haki sharpened, he found himself pressed from all sides, the odds seemingly insurmountable.
With a swift motion, he raised his Naginata, a flash of steel meeting the searing lava.
In that moment, time seemed to slow as his blade cut through Akainu's attack, a streak of brilliance amidst the chaos.
"How?!" Akainu's disbelief echoed through the battlefield.
With no avenue for escape, he braced himself, meeting Whitebeard's relentless assault head-on.
In a furious clash of wills, the island trembled beneath their might.
As the dust settled and the winds calmed, all eyes turned to the aftermath.
Amidst the wreckage, a figure lay battered and broken, the once-mighty Admiral reduced to a mere mortal.
Akainu's form was marred, his uniform torn, a scar etched across his chest, a grim testament to the clash of titans.
Struggling to rise, he cursed his own weakness, his indomitable spirit refusing to yield even in defeat.
Agonizing waves of pain surged through his body, causing every sinew to quiver in response.
Before him loomed Whitebeard, unleashing his most formidable strike yet.
Even the mighty Admiral Akainu was left gravely wounded by the encounter!
"It's not even a fair fight!" the onlookers murmured in awe.
"Whitebeard's strategy is genius," someone remarked. "He dances around the other Admirals, focusing his full strength on just one opponent!"
"Why is he so cunning?" another questioned incredulously.
"Unless one of the Admirals can land a decisive blow and cripple Whitebeard, victory seems impossible!" one of the Marine Vice Admirals exclaimed in frustration.
"Whitebeard!" Akainu's glare burned with indignation and fury.
Since ascending to the rank of Admiral, this was the first time he'd faced such adversity.
Each defeat inflicted not just physical wounds but also chipped away at his pride.
Yet, despite the pain and setbacks, his resolve remained unyielding.
Grimacing against the agony, he forced himself to his feet, determined to press on despite the odds.
"Admiral Akainu!" Vice Admiral Chaton's eyes betrayed a flicker of concern as they scanned Akainu's battered form.
It was evident to any observer that Akainu was teetering on the brink of collapse.
Continuing the battle in such a state could prove fatal.
"The Marines must prevail!" Akainu's voice rang out with steely resolve.
The entire world was watching this clash unfold, and the outcome would determine the fate of justice itself.
Failure was not an option. The consequences for his reputation and the Marine's authority were unthinkable.
With a resolute nod, Momousagi gave the command.
Her blade sliced through the air, unleashing a devastating arc aimed at Whitebeard.
In unison, Chaton and Kizaru joined the assault, unleashing their most potent techniques.
"Dark Hound!" Akainu bellowed, as molten lava erupted from the ground, forming a towering inferno.
Together, the four Admirals unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks.
But Whitebeard met their onslaught with defiant laughter.
With a mighty swing of his arms, he unleashed a seismic shockwave that collided with their combined assault, triggering a cataclysmic explosion.
And then, in the midst of the chaos, an unexpected turn of events began to unfold.
A deafening explosion shattered the air, unleashing a tempest of raw power that tore through the surroundings.
"Now's our chance!" Whitebeard's steely gaze narrowed as he deftly maneuvered through the raging hurricane, undeterred by the crimson stains marking his battle-hardened frame.
In the heart of the chaos, amidst the reckless abandon, he charged headlong toward his adversary, Akainu.
Meanwhile, across the island, the enigmatic leader of the Revolutionary Army, the notorious "Worst Criminal," Monkey D. Dragon, raced with purpose in his eyes.
Beyond his declaration of war against the World Government, he harbored another mission on Festival Island—a strategic alliance with Whitebeard, a formidable force revealed in the aftermath of the Summit War.
Understanding the pivotal role Whitebeard could play in his grand designs, Dragon had long ago resolved to intertwine their fates in this war.
With the Revolutionary Army poised to offer crucial support, Dragon whispered a silent prayer for Whitebeard's safety, knowing all too well the daunting might of the Marines and their World Government overlords.
As Dragon hastened toward the battlefield, his mind raced with uncertainty, but as he arrived, what he beheld left him dumbstruck.
For there, amidst the chaos of battle, stood Whitebeard, a paragon of calm amidst the storm, effortlessly holding Admiral Akainu in his grasp, defying all expectations.
Dragon's disbelief was palpable as he stood frozen, grappling with the surreal sight before him—a stark reminder of the unfathomable power wielded by Whitebeard.
As Akainu lay powerless in Whitebeard's grip, Dragon couldn't help but question the reality of the situation. Was it a mere illusion, or had Whitebeard truly transcended all expectations?
The battle raged on, leaving Dragon to ponder the mysteries of power and destiny, knowing that the story was far from over.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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