Traveler in the Pirate World

With one punch, the ground shook. With little Oz as the center, a huge crack spread across the ice field. The surging white waves collided with the bloody energy. The entire Marinford was shaken, and a hurricane swept across the entire ice field with cold air.

The twins tried to attack together again, but were blocked by the terrifying storm. The giant crab also had one foot stuck under the ice, and the sea water suppressed its physical strength, causing its body to shrink rapidly. This coordinated siege was completely defeated because of the sudden awakening of the Eye of Oz.

The Virgin Sequence soaring high in the sky could not maintain her pride. Her figure was blown away by the strong wind. While turning over, she slashed out several swords and took advantage of the momentum to retreat dozens of meters.

The waves that rose into the sky were smashed into pieces by the rolling blood and energy, dispersing into rolling white mist. The huge palm shattered the sharp sword light and grabbed straight towards the Virgin Sequence.

Looking at those scarlet eyes, the Virgin Sequence almost thought she saw the looming sun behind the blood-red sunset clouds, like two suns in the sky.

As giants among giants, people who have never truly faced the might of the Oz clan find it difficult to understand how shocking and heart-pounding this moment is.

It was like someone who had never seen the ocean before feeling its vastness for the first time, or like someone who had never looked up at a mountain looking at the mountain rising into the sky for the first time. At this moment, little Oz erupted with a power comparable to that of his father, violent and terrifying.

"Boom boom..." The thunderous heartbeat sound echoed on the ice field. The giant, with blood boiling all over his body, suddenly rushed forward from a half-kneeling position. With one step forward, he crushed the ground under his feet, like a spreading rift valley, overturning the battlefield into the sea.

That was a speed far beyond his previous speed, a speed that the giants should not have. In just a moment, the Virgin Sequence found a huge fist that blocked all her vision, like an indestructible mountain wall, appearing so abruptly.

There was no time to make any unnecessary movements. Armament Haki wrapped around his entire body, his long sword blocked his way, his body curled up, and a halo of light bloomed on his back. With a loud bang, he turned into a meteor, smashed the solid stone wall of the Navy Headquarters, flew out from the other side, and sank into the ground.

The terrifying force caused the earth to crack, countless rocks exploded, and smoke and dust billowed for a long time.

I don't know when Aokiji, who was sitting on the high platform, had already stood in the way of little Oz. Blue and white flames ignited in his originally dark pupils, and there was an extremely cold air on his raised arm.

Giant dragons poked their heads out from the ice field like leaping out of the sea. Their sharp fangs and claws pierced little Oz's flesh and blood. Their python-like bodies bound his hands and feet. The hot blood and the cold air fought against each other, causing little Oz's forward steps to stop in an instant.

"Nine Dragon Binding... huh..." Wisps of cold air came out from the corners of Aokiji's mouth, "crack..." The sound of shattering echoed between heaven and earth. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Whitebeard fleet, cold flames dancing in his eyes, and he saw everything exceptionally clearly.

"Joz!" The giant's roar echoed between heaven and earth, and blood rushed into the sky, dyeing the nine dragons scarlet. Countless cracks spread across the dragons' bodies, forcing Aokiji to retract his gaze.

"Crack" the giant dragon wrapped around little Oz's arm was torn off by his arm, followed by his legs. He took another step forward, and in an instant, his legs, feet, waist, back, arms, and hands all exerted force at the same time. He punched out, like a landslide, a meteorite, and a bright sun, and he moved forward courageously.

"Iceberg!" Icebergs rose from the ground and shattered under this punch. A punch rushed out with unstoppable force. Even Aokiji had no chance to dodge this sudden punch. He could only choose to face it.

"Bang" Aokiji's body was smashed into pieces and scattered into ice and snow all over the sky. The next moment, there was an explosion in the harbor of the Navy Headquarters. Gravel flew everywhere and the earth trembled. Countless cracks spread on it. None of the soldiers who faced this attack survived and turned into a pile of blood mud mixed in the dust.

A large area of ​​the harbor collapsed, and a large number of artillery pieces were shaken away from their original firing direction. The shells that failed to be fired exploded on the spot, and the sound of explosions continued for a while.

The flames illuminated the dark world, and the blood dyed the cold stone bricks red. The once majestic naval port looked dilapidated in the smoke. The giant's forward steps came to a complete halt. He powerlessly half-knelt in front of the iceberg whose top he had shattered. The "boom boom..." sound of his heartbeat slowly died down in the cold wind. His blood disappeared with the wind, like a blood-red sunset glow sinking into the earth with the setting sun, and he fell into the eternal silent night. He had exhausted everything with this punch, including his own life.

Until his death, the giant never lowered his head. His eyes were always fixed on one place, a high platform, where were the people he wanted to save.

During his long life, the giant never explored the so-called good and evil, nor did he care about what was his stance, nor did he know what was worth it and what was not. He only knew that he could save his friends with his life.

The giant with all his blood rising up is no longer strong, but still stands there like a mountain. His dim eyes are looking at a certain place, looking straight, as if watching forever, unaffected by the years.

Aokiji's figure condensed in the falling snow. He glanced at the mountain-like back of little Oz, then took a step forward, his body like a sharp blade, breaking through the wind.

"Little Oz!" Joz knelt on the high execution platform, the cold handcuffs and leg shackles cutting his struggling hands and feet. He watched all this happen with bloodshot eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. He screamed at the top of his lungs but was powerless. The weakness had never hurt him so much as it did at that moment.

"I'm sorry..." I'm sorry Oz, for letting you die because of me, I'm sorry brother, for dragging you into the war, I'm sorry dad, I became your weak spot, ah...

He roared unwillingly, and hated his past self, the weak self who was satisfied with Whitebeard's reputation.

"Get out!" Marco kicked the Gemini girl away, then dodged a whip kick from the Gemini boy while turning over, and flew straight towards little Oz, but was temporarily stopped by a huge long knife sweeping from the side. At this moment, the twins came up to him again, and he was unable to cope with it for a while, which made him furious.

"I said, get out of here!" Blue flames bloomed in the sky. The furious Marco abandoned all defenses. He had one of his wings cut off by the giant blade, and one of his claws pierced the twin man's chest. He fell from the air to the side of little Oz.

He ignored the broken body and allowed it to regenerate freely. He placed one hand on little Oz's body, and the rich grass element gathered in his palm, slowly turning into the mark of a phoenix, but it could not be integrated into little Oz's dead body. This made Marco's heart surge with anger, anxious and irritable.

A cold light flashed behind his head, bringing up a fierce cold wind. Marco's eyes were as cold as the icy earth, but his chest was like an erupting volcano. In an instant, he felt murderous intent. His legs were surrounded by armed color, and he raised his leg high and chopped down suddenly, bringing the long sword to his feet. The sharp blade cut through the icy earth, leaving a huge crack and raising countless frost.

Looking at the Gemini man who was still moving forward even though his chest was pierced, looking at the Gemini woman who was one step behind and following him like a shadow, looking at the Cancer who was standing with a knife, Marco's body was surrounded by blue flames. He took a step forward, his body like a stream of fire, and punched the Gemini man's head, whose chest was slowly recovering, with a kill.