One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 337: The Master-Disciple Duo!

At Beehive Island Plaza, the smell of gunpowder and blood was frozen by a chill.

A huge ice sculpture stands in the center of the ruins.

Monkey D. Garp's final pose.

He held his fist in a fist-pumping motion, his face frozen in a heroic, maniacal laugh, mocking this sinful land and bidding a final farewell to the group of young marines who had escaped.

"Hahaha! Is this the legendary naval hero?"

The tyrannical king Avaropizaro's massive body emerged fully from the shattered ground, like a moving mountain. His eyes, filled with greed and tyranny, were fixed on Garp's ice sculpture, and his rocky hands rose, casting shadows over the sculpture.

"Since it's turned into ice, let it shatter into pieces! I'm going to smash this old man's head off and use it as a wine glass!"

Pizarro grinned maliciously, his fingers curling, Armament Haki coiling around his fingertips, creating a piercing sound as he grabbed at Garp's ice sculpture head.

The Blackbeard Pirates members around them let out excited screams.

They were anticipating a scene that would desecrate the hero.

However, the giant rock hand is less than three meters away from the ice sculpture.

Pizarro's neck hairs suddenly stood on end.

A shiver of fear, stemming from biological instinct, as if being targeted by a natural enemy.

The air stopped.

next second.

boom!

A blue storm descended from the sky.

No fluff, no preamble.

The extremely compressed high-pressure airflow, like a giant hammer falling from the clouds, slammed heavily onto the open ground in front of Pizarro.

"What the hell is that?!"

Before Pizarro could even let out a terrified roar, a terrifying gust of wind slammed into his chest.

This user of the Island-Island Fruit, who boasted that his massive warship was one with the earth, was blown away by a storm like a rag doll.

He did two somersaults in the air, crashing down with a deafening roar that collapsed an entire street behind him.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

The shouting pirates fell silent abruptly.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

A new figure appeared in front of Garp's ice sculpture.

The man's face was covered, but his eyes radiated murderous intent.

He didn't turn around to look at his father behind him, but simply placed one hand on his side.

hum.

A visible wall of wind rose from the ground, composed of rapidly spinning wind blades, tightly protecting the father in the center and isolating all the members of the Blackbeard Pirates from the outside.

"Anyone who dares to approach will die."

Dragon.

At that moment, he was just a son who was enraged after seeing his father being humiliated.

"Tch...where did this suicidal guy come from?"

Kuzan's pupils contracted behind his sunglasses in the distance.

Pizarro was unmoved by being knocked away, but the sudden force of the storm made him feel a little strange.

This control over the wind...

Before the pirates could recover from their shock, another strange noise came from the sky.

A meteorite rips through the atmosphere with a mournful cry.

"What...is that?!"

I think I've seen him before!

Basque Jot, drunk, looked up, his hazy eyes widening instantly.

High in the sky, a burly figure was enveloped in a ball of purplish-black lightning, rapidly falling.

Target: Kuzan.

"Get out of the way!"

Kuzan's body, now elemental, wanted to disperse.

But that purplish-black meteor fell too fast.

Boom!

The earth let out a painful groan.

The powerful figure, whose entire body was wreathed in purplish-black lightning, crashed to the ground.

The landing point was terrifyingly precise, landing just five meters in front of Kuzan.

The terrifying shockwave, centered on the point of impact, instantly shattered the surrounding ground.

Amidst the smoke and dust, two streaks of purple lightning darted about like venomous snakes.

Kuzan's pupils, hidden behind his sunglasses, suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

Even through the sunglasses, and even though the other person's face was blurred by the distorted light and shadow, he still felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.

It's clearly not Conqueror's Haki.

It is a purer aura, mixed with rage and murderous intent.

and……

That aura of anger felt strangely familiar to him.

It was so familiar that it made his heart skip a beat.

"This aura..."

Kuzan muttered to himself, his body instinctively tensing, and a chill spreading wildly beneath his feet.

But the other party didn't give him any time to think.

The figure, radiating powerful black energy, suddenly stomped its foot.

Bang!

The giant's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

So fast!

Kuzan's Observation Haki is insane!

Not left, not right... it's front!

When the giant reappeared, a sign was posted in front of Kuzan.

That enormous fist was wrapped in a high density of Armament Haki, as well as an incredibly powerful dark energy that Kuzan had never seen before.

"Two-pronged spears made of ice!"

Kuzan crossed his arms, and thick, solid ice instantly covered his entire body in an attempt to block the attack.

But this time, it couldn't be stopped!

This time, it was because he was being attacked by a raging "Black Arm Zephyr" who had been enhanced by a mysterious power.

boom!

The fist slammed heavily into Kuzan's crossed arms.

Click.

A crisp cracking sound echoed across the square.

Kuzan's solid ice defense was as fragile as thin glass before that iron fist wrapped in purple-black lightning, shattering instantly into countless ice crystals.

The terrifying kinetic energy poured out onto his arms without reservation.

"Hmm!"

Kuzan grunted and was blasted away.

boom! boom! boom!

His body crashed through three sturdy stone buildings before finally slamming into the ruins of a clock tower, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

Those Blackbeard Pirates executives who had originally wanted to watch the show were now gaping, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

That's Kuzan.

Former Admiral Aokiji.

He was actually blasted away by a single punch?

In the center of the square, the purplish-black giant was not in pursuit.

Zefa stood still, cracking his knuckles as he moved them.

The camouflage around him flickered, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Alright, alright, Aokiji."

The voice was disguised, low and hoarse, like a demon crawling out of hell, filled with gnashing hatred.

"You're not getting away with this beating, I'm telling you. Even Jesus couldn't stop you!"

In the distance, ruins lay scattered, with rubble tumbling down.

Kuzan struggled to his feet from the ruins.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and his expensive burgundy shirt was torn with a large hole, revealing obvious bruises on his exposed skin.

He reached up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes more solemn than ever before.

"This power...this style of boxing..."

Kuzan was filled with astonishment and doubt.

That punch just now, although it was mixed with unfamiliar dark energy, the technique of exerting force, the burst of power at the moment of contact... it was too similar.

He looks just like that man who used to beat them to a pulp in the training camp.

But how is that possible?

Which man has clearly already...

"Hey, who are you?"