Kuzan stood in the center of the battlefield, the surrounding air drastically cooled by his freezing ability, the ground beneath his feet already frozen solid.
A flicker of anger flashed in his eyes, his deep voice mixed with a chilling killing intent echoing across the battlefield:
"Get out of my way!"
With this roar, he abruptly raised his hand, a burst of cold air erupting from his palm, frost spreading forward like a tidal wave, freezing all enemies in its path.
But the ice only held for a moment, the World Government soldiers unbelievably breaking free from their icy shackles.
They lunged forward again like mad dogs, desperately trying to drag Kuzan into an encirclement.
Kuzan frowned, with a wave of his hand, ice blades swept across, instantly slicing several of the fastest-charging enemies into ice sculptures, which then shattered into countless ice shards in the cold wind.
"What's with these guys... what's going on?"
Kuzan muttered to himself, a hint of gravity surfacing in his eyes.
The enemies before him were not ordinary soldiers; they showed no sign of retreating, rushing towards him without hesitation even knowing certain death, like some kind of manipulated puppets.
In the distance, the same situation was unfolding across the battlefield.
Vista of the Whitebeard Pirates was wielding his dual swords, locked in combat with several powerful enemies, each clash of blades sparking dazzling fireworks.
Despite killing countless foes, the opponents before him surged forth endlessly like a tide.
"These guys don't care about life or death at all!"
Vista roared, a horizontal slash of his sword severing the weapons of several enemies, but in the next second, more enemies filled the gap.
On the New Navy side, Zephyr fought with his massive arm, unleashing wide, sweeping attacks in the crowd.
His attacks were incredibly fierce, each punch sending several people flying, but the enemies swarmed him like an inexhaustible flood.
"There are more of these bastards than the cadets I trained when I was an instructor."
Zephyr gritted his teeth, his shoulder already stained with patches of blood, but he did not flinch, his fist wrapped in a huge current of air, once again blasting dozens of enemies away.
On the other side, Loki was entangled by several Seraphim.
These powerful warriors imitating the Seven Warlords of the Sea made the Giant King feel more challenged than ever before.
He roared, smashing a fist at one of the Seraphim, only for the opponent to easily evade it.
The Seraphim countered with a laser beam across Loki's shoulder, the searing pain causing him to grit his teeth and step back, his anger rising even higher.
Kuzan coldly watched the surrounding battle situation, secretly weighing his options:
"This tactic isn't about winning at all, it's about holding us back.
They have a plan, and may even have something set up outside the battlefield..."
Just then, a beam of energy suddenly attacked Kuzan's flank.
He quickly rolled away to dodge, an ice blade drawing a graceful arc in the air, bisecting the attacker.
"Quiet down!"
Kuzan roared, stomping his foot, cold air spreading out from him in all directions, instantly freezing the surrounding enemies into a field of ice sculptures.
He panted, his eyes full of cold light, looking up at the Five Elders high above in the distance.
"What tricks are you trying to pull?"
But all that answered him was the cold smile on the face of Jaygarcia Saturn.
His gaze swept across the entire battlefield, as if he had everything under control.
The interference of the Seraphim on the other side made the battlefield situation even worse.
Kuzan glanced at the rampaging monsters over there, alarm bells ringing in his head:
"We're currently being held back by them, and their purpose is..."
His thoughts were interrupted by a huge explosion, and amidst the smoke, he threw himself back into battle, secretly vowing that no matter what conspiracy the enemy had, he would do everything in his power to tear apart the truth of this battle!
Jaygarcia Saturn wore a smug smile, his voice particularly grating amidst the battlefield's clamor:
"Feeling the World Government's strength yet? Our forces outnumber yours."
He looked around, his eyes full of disdain and contempt.
He paused, as if deliberately giving his words more weight, and then continued:
"This is what happens when you oppose the World Government—"
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the air, followed by a tremendous force from the side.
Jaygarcia Saturn didn't even have time to react before his face was struck heavily.
The force was unstoppable, like a meteor strike, and his massive body lost its balance, flying horizontally like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a boulder and shattering it to pieces.
"Bang!"
The deafening sound accompanied by scattered dust caused the entire battlefield to momentarily pause in its clamor.
"So strong!"
"But even so, it can't change the situation."
"There are just too many enemies."
"......"
Whether they were members of the New Navy, the Giant race, or the Whitebeard Pirates, they all stopped their movements at that moment, their eyes fixed on the direction of the billowing smoke.
Jin An slowly lowered his fist, his face as cold as frost.
His movements seemed ordinary, but they seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth.
That punch was both a response to Jaygarcia Saturn and a deterrent to the entire battlefield.
He said coldly:
"You talk too much nonsense."
In the smoke, Jaygarcia Saturn's figure finally reappeared.
He staggered to his feet, a hideous bloodstain on his cheek, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the ground.
He raised his hand and wiped his mouth, his eyes full of shock and anger:
"Jin An... how dare you!"
Jin An snorted coldly, stomping his foot, the ground cracking, his figure approaching like lightning, raising his fist again to strike Jaygarcia Saturn.
The latter hastily raised his hand to block, but the terrifying power was unstoppable, like a flood, directly pushing him back more than ten meters again.
"No matter how many troops you have, it doesn't change the fact that you are invaders!"
Jin An shouted angrily, holding his long knife horizontally in front of his chest, its cold light radiating everywhere.
His voice shook the entire battlefield like thunder, every word carrying an undeniable determination.
The other Five Elders frowned and quickly approached Jaygarcia Saturn's position.
Their eyes contained some resentment, seemingly not expecting that this situation would begin to waver because of Jin An's punch.
"He's still the same Jin An,"
Kuzan watched from afar, a hint of undisguised smile appearing on the corner of his mouth,
"No matter how many enemies he faces, he can always hold up hope."
At the same time, the Seraphim's actions also paused slightly due to this change, and the battlefield situation tilted again in an unpredictable direction.
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