- Dimensional Gods’ Selection: Only I Know Saitama is the Strongest
- OKSTS Chapter 141
Akainu’s smirk froze, his composure shattered.
Whitebeard. Edward Newgate.
A name that struck fear into the hearts of countless pirates and Marines alike.
Now, this legendary figure stood before him, exuding a pressure so overwhelming it made even an Admiral falter.
Akainu’s magma-infused arm swelled, spewing torrents of molten rock as the temperature on the battlefield skyrocketed.
“Such a nuisance,” Whitebeard said with a confident smile. His massive blade, cloaked in seismic energy, collided with Akainu’s surging magma.
**Boom!**
The clash of their powers erupted in a deafening explosion.
Fang Ye, watching from a safe distance, narrowed his eyes.
This was a battle he had no place in. Interfering would only risk his own life.
But Fang Ye wasn’t worried about Whitebeard.
In the original timeline, even a severely wounded Whitebeard had pummeled Akainu into retreat, forcing the Admiral to hide in Marineford’s fissures.
And now, with Whitebeard at full strength? Akainu had no chance of causing him harm.
—
The battlefield turned into a storm of red and white as their clashing powers whipped up fierce winds, making it difficult for anyone nearby—pirate or Marine—to stay on their feet.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Whitebeard asked, his tone almost mocking.
Despite the intensity of the collision, Whitebeard appeared completely at ease. His blade struck with even greater force, fracturing the air itself into web-like cracks.
The **Tremor-Tremor Fruit** unleashed its destructive might, shaking Marineford to its core. The ground beneath their feet fractured, sending shockwaves outward.
“Get Ace out of here!”
Marco, in his phoenix form, swooped in to destroy the Navy’s last two remaining giant cannons.
“Hoaaah!”
With no cannons to slow him down, Little Oars Jr. charged forward, his every step crushing Marines into the ground.
The Navy began to falter, their defenses breaking as Ace’s rescue seemed imminent.
—
Fang Ye stood atop a vantage point, observing the battlefield with a grim expression.
Despite their momentum, he knew the Navy’s strongest forces had yet to fully engage.
On the execution platform, Ace sat bound, his grandfather Garp crouching nearby.
Garp’s expression was solemn, conflicted. For him, Ace’s death had once seemed inevitable, and he had wrestled endlessly between familial love and his duty to justice.
But now, witnessing the chaos unfolding before him, Garp’s resolve was beginning to shift.
“I’m a symbol of the Navy,” Garp muttered to himself, glancing at the word **Justice** emblazoned on his back. “I can’t let that down.”
He sighed deeply, turning his back on Ace to avoid meeting his eyes.
“Why can’t you brats just follow the path I laid out for you?”
—
“Old man,” Ace called out softly, his voice barely audible.
“Promise me one thing,” he continued before Garp could respond.
“Don’t hurt Luffy.”
Tears streamed down Garp’s face as he nodded firmly.
“Alright.”
This was the least he could do for Ace.
—
On the battlefield, Whitebeard’s blade shattered Akainu’s molten onslaught, forcing the Admiral to retreat in shock.
“Hellhound!”
Using the smoke and debris as cover, Akainu stretched his magma-coated arms to incredible lengths, aiming for Whitebeard’s chest.
—
“Haaa!”
Whitebeard, still in excellent condition, had been expecting such a move.
Despite the pirates’ favorable position, he remained vigilant. His prepared right fist slammed into Akainu’s Hellhound, neutralizing the attack with a thunderous impact.
**Boom!**
Another explosion rocked the battlefield, sending up a dense cloud of dust.
Marineford’s already fractured ground continued to splinter, threatening to collapse entirely.
—
“We can’t let this destruction continue,” Akainu growled, standing amidst the smoke.
“If this keeps up, the island itself won’t hold.”
“Oh, is that so?” Whitebeard replied, his grin sharp and mocking before his face darkened.
“Then you’d better hold on tight.”
—
Their clash reignited, Akainu’s body transforming into molten magma once more. His right arm morphed into the shape of a snarling hound.
“Red Dog!”
The magma hound lunged at Whitebeard with terrifying speed, its molten jaws snapping ferociously.
—
Whitebeard responded without hesitation, slashing through the magma beast with his massive blade. The severed hound detonated violently, creating an explosion of fire and heat that engulfed Whitebeard.
Akainu smirked, releasing a long breath of relief.
—
But just as he thought his attack had succeeded, the flames parted.
Whitebeard emerged unscathed, his towering frame cutting through the inferno like a specter of death.
Akainu, who stood at three meters tall, seemed childlike in comparison.
“Enough of this!”
With a single blow, Whitebeard sent Akainu flying, his massive fist connecting with devastating force.
Akainu barely managed to recover, firing off a barrage of magma projectiles in retaliation.
But the attacks only served to irritate Whitebeard, who swatted them aside like gnats.
—
“Hellhound!”
Akainu surged forward, his arm stretching out in a desperate strike.
Whitebeard, momentarily distracted by the smaller projectiles, narrowly avoided a fatal hit. The Hellhound grazed his face, leaving a severe burn.
“Argh!”
Roaring in pain and rage, Whitebeard grabbed the crouched Akainu and hurled him into the air.
—
“Haa!”
As Akainu descended, Whitebeard’s left fist, wrapped in a glowing sphere of seismic energy, struck with bone-crushing force.
The air itself shattered, and the Admiral’s body contorted grotesquely under the sheer power of the blow.
“Annoying dog—die already!”
Whitebeard roared, pouring even more strength into his attack.
Akainu spat out a mouthful of blood, his body hurtling like a cannonball before crashing into the ground with a deafening impact.
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“Akainu!”
From the Navy’s rear lines, Sengoku watched in horror as Akainu was sent flying.
Aokiji was still tied up with several Whitebeard commanders, unable to break free.
Kizaru, his energy spent, remained stationed at the rear, his face impassive.
Sengoku’s gaze shifted to Garp, whose back was turned to the scene.
“Garp… You better get it together this time,” Sengoku muttered, his voice tinged with desperation.
He steeled himself, ready to take action if Garp faltered again.
—
Meanwhile, Sengoku’s thoughts turned to Whitebeard.
“If this drags on any longer, the Red-Haired Pirates will arrive… We need to end this quickly!”
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Sengoku picked up a transponder snail.
“Commence the assault. Deploy Sentomaru and his forces!”