Naruto: Copy System

[639] : The Summit War Begins

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Aokiji's Ice Age flash-froze the tsunami and the surrounding sea, but in the next instant, the ice shattered.

The Moby Dick crashed through the frozen debris, charging toward Marineford.

"Gurararara! Ace, Pops is here to save you!"

Whitebeard gripped Murakumogiri, his naginata, and swung it toward Marineford. The single slash tore the ocean apart, the waters parting so completely that the seabed itself was visible for long, harrowing moments.

"POPS!!!!" Ace's face lit up with joy. He thought he'd never see his father again.

Garp looked up at the Whitebeard Pirates, a flicker of hope in his eyes. He found himself actually wishing they would succeed in rescuing Ace. Everyone has a selfish side, even in the name of justice, personal feelings are hard to ignore.

"Ace, we'll get you out of there in a second!"

"Hahaha, the Marines can't stop us!"

Hearing the pirates' taunts, Sengoku's face turned livid. To be so arrogant even here—they clearly had no respect for Marine Headquarters.

"Fire—" Akainu ordered the Marines, his voice devoid of emotion.

For this war, the Marines had prepared an arsenal of countless cannonballs. A full-scale bombardment began.

Shin's ship had just arrived, just in time to see the Marines open fire on the Whitebeard Pirates.

"The fighting's already started. Good thing we're not late," Shin said, sitting at the bow and watching the chaos unfold.

"Shin, who do you think will win?" Hancock asked, her curiosity piqued.

Shin shrugged. "That's a tough one. I can't say for sure who'll come out on top."

Neither side was weak.

Both the Whitebeard Pirates and the Marines were formidable forces.

Of course, in terms of pure combat strength, the Marines had the upper hand, but their side also had its share of slackers—like Garp, and that lazy bastard Kizaru.

Garp certainly wouldn't fight seriously. Even if he did, he'd hold back. Just like in the original story—if Garp hadn't pulled his punches, there was no way Luffy could have rescued Ace.hat Whitebeard was a force of nature.

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Seeing no one move against Whitebeard, Akainu attacked first, a fist of magma flying toward him. The molten rock could melt a steel warship. Even Whitebeard would be vaporized if he took a direct hit without defending himself.

Faced with the incoming magma, Whitebeard's response was simple and direct—a single slash from his naginata.

He coated Murakumogiri in Armament Haki, but his was unique. While others' Haki manifested in black, red, or even purple, Whitebeard's was completely colorless. Most people couldn't even see it when he used it.

The blade sliced through the magma fist, forcing Akainu back. The sheer force of the blow sent a shockwave through the Admiral's body.

"Monstrous strength..." Akainu commented. He was usually the one called a monster, but after feeling Whitebeard's terrifying power, he knew he was still a step below.

If this were like the original story, their strength would have been comparable, with an aging Whitebeard's power severely diminished.

But now, Whitebeard could practically crush him. Akainu alone stood no chance.

"I knew it. My gut was right. Whitebeard feels like he's back in his prime!!" Sengoku said grimly.

From the moment Whitebeard had effortlessly swatted Akainu aside, it was clear that his power was even greater than imagined.

Could the intel have been wrong?

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"Mama, should we help Papa now??" Weevil asked Miss Bakkin.

Hearing her son's question, Miss Bakkin's expression froze.

Help Whitebeard? Not a chance. By the looks of things, the old man was finished.

Miss Bakkin did know Whitebeard—they'd even served on the same crew once. Weevil really was his son.

But given the circumstances, there was no way she would stand with him.

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Whitebeard had no time to spare for them. He was currently facing the combined assault of all three Admirals.

Together, they had managed to temporarily hold him back. But now, the Whitebeard Pirates' ships had reached the shore, and their strongest fighters were disembarking.

"We have to help Pops!" Marco, wreathed in blue flames, charged towards the three Admirals surrounding Whitebeard.

Having eaten the Phoenix-Phoenix Fruit, Marco was fearless, charging straight through a barrage of attacks. He was hit several times, but it didn't seem to matter.

Any wounds he sustained healed in an instant. As long as he had stamina, Marco was as hard to kill as a cockroach—no, even more resilient.

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