Kuzan, Shanks, and the naval forces under their command moved with ease on the outer battlefield of Mary Geoise.
Their figures flashed like lightning across the Blackbeard pirates' positions.
With each swing of a sword, or surge of freezing ice, the pirates brought by Blackbeard fell like paper.
Kuzan's eyes were calm, even a bit cold, as he had no interest in these weaklings and wasn't using his full strength.
"These small fries are such a waste of time," he sneered inwardly, his steps never faltering.
Frost spread across the battlefield, and with each light tap of his finger, ice erupted from the ground, freezing the pirates who tried to escape.
Shanks and Kuzan's subordinates also effortlessly reaped the enemy's lives, as Blackbeard's men wailed in agony, completely unable to resist.
But this wasn't their main focus.
Kuzan and the others knew that the real battle hadn't even begun.
When the last of Blackbeard's followers knelt on the ground in fear, the battlefield fell silent for a moment.
Kuzan looked up, his gaze sweeping around like a hawk, confirming that no enemies were missed.
His expression changed from cold to serious as he quickly headed towards Jin'an's location.
Shanks and the rest of the navy followed closely behind, as they all understood that the situation there was the main event.
However, when they arrived in Jin'an's area, Kuzan's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.
His once calm eyes instantly filled with anger, and he stopped, his gaze fixed on the few figures standing high above—the Five Elders.
Shanks followed closely behind, and his fists clenched involuntarily at the sight, veins popping out on his forehead.
Like Kuzan, he couldn't accept the scene before him.
The Five Elders stood coldly at the edge of the battlefield, their eyes indifferent, as if all the bloodshed and chaos had nothing to do with them.
They were high above, like natural rulers, looking down on everyone present.
And what was infuriating was that these beings who held the world's greatest power were indifferent to the chaos before them and the deaths of the navy.
Kuzan's breathing gradually quickened, and the calmness in his heart was completely torn apart by anger.
His cold gaze pierced through the figures of the Five Elders, full of questioning and anger.
As a high-ranking officer in the current navy, he knew what these people represented—the World Government, the true rulers of the Holy Land.
But now, everything that was happening before their eyes made Kuzan feel incomparably absurd and unfair.
"Is this what you call 'justice'?" Kuzan rebuked in a low voice, his icy voice seeming to tear the air, faintly carrying a hint of killing intent.
His anger could no longer be concealed, "Watching your own soldiers die, watching the navy fight to the death, and you do nothing?!"
The navy behind him also glared angrily, their hearts filled with unspeakable resentment.
Those warriors who devoted themselves to justice were clearly fighting to maintain world order, but at the most critical moment, they found themselves to be abandoned pawns.
The Five Elders remained unmoved, as if Kuzan's anger was just insignificant wind.
Marcus Mars coldly glanced at Kuzan, his eyes full of contempt and indifference, his superior posture unwavering.
He said indifferently, "Kuzan, your duty is to execute orders, not to question the World Government."
Kuzan's fist clenched tightly, and cold air spread from around his body, as if the surrounding air had frozen in an instant.
Shanks' eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent, but he pressed down on the sword at his waist, trying to restrain himself.
They knew that now was not the time to be impulsive, but such shameless behavior had already made it impossible for them to remain calm.
"Is this the so-called 'order'?" Shanks said in a low voice, looking sharply at the Five Elders.
The surrounding navy soldiers also fell silent, and anger surged in their hearts, as their belief in justice suffered an unprecedented impact.
Jin'an charged to the forefront, silently watching all of this, his smile tinged with irony.
He didn't rush to speak, but slowly took a step forward, standing between Kuzan and the Five Elders, suppressing the anger of others.
He knew very well what he was about to face.
......
When Kuzan and Shanks' gazes locked onto Jin'an, who was charging through the guards, everything became clear.
Jin'an's figure was like a ferocious lion, and wherever he passed, blood splattered, and the guards fell like straw under his impact, unable to resist at all.
Those Holy Land guards were once awe-inspiring existences, but under Jin'an's powerful aura and ruthless offensive, they were just insignificant dust to be crushed.
Kuzan's fist clenched involuntarily, and his breathing quickened a bit.
Seeing Jin'an's unreserved offensive, he suddenly realized that the Five Elders were no longer concealing their true intentions.
Their targeting of Jin'an had reached an undisguised level, even tearing off the basic fig leaf.
"They're really using any means necessary," Kuzan muttered to himself, and frost spread from his side, the coldness spreading like the anger in his heart.
He had fought alongside Jin'an for many years, so he naturally understood how shameless these behind-the-scenes manipulators were, but at this moment, witnessing the Five Elders disregard the so-called order and morality, the anger in the depths of his heart completely erupted.
Shanks also stared at Jin'an in the center of the battlefield, a sneer flashing across his face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
His eyes were filled with endless coldness, "They don't care about face anymore, it seems Jin'an is a thorn in their side."
He looked down at the sword in his hand, the sword's body shimmering with a faint light, as if responding to its master's anger.
Shanks' gaze instantly sharpened, a chilling killing intent revealed in his eyes.
As Jin'an's closest comrade, he didn't hesitate at all and immediately stepped forward, charging straight into the ranks of guards.
He knew that at this point, there was no turning back.
"Come on!"
Shanks roared, his body flashing across the battlefield like lightning, the sword in his hand slashing at the Holy Land guards in front of him like a gale.
Wherever the sword's edge reached, the guards didn't even have a chance to wail, and were directly cut down to the ground.
Those powerful Holy Land guards were now torn apart like mud under the combined offensive of Shanks and Jin'an, without any ability to fight back.
Kuzan coldly looked at these once high-ranking guards, and icy coldness quickly condensed in his palm.
His hands suddenly opened, the surrounding air freezing instantly, and frost quickly cut into the guards' ranks like a blade.
The guards didn't even have time to react before they were frozen into ice sculptures, their faces still wearing expressions of horror, as if their last moments were frozen in fear.
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