Battlefield Chaos
"Bang... Bang..."
"Vice Admiral Fujitora!"
"Damn, how could this be?"
"Isn't even a Vice Admiral a match for that woman?"
The sounds of gunfire and battle cries filled the air as chaos engulfed the battlefield.
The astonishing scene captured the attention of countless pirates and Marines alike.
Several Marines positioned not far from where Katakuri and Fujitora were fighting noticed that the normally composed and highly respected Navy Vice Admiral was being completely overwhelmed and easily outmatched.
Their expressions shifted to shock as they shouted in disbelief.
"You don't have time to worry about others. You should worry about yourself..."
A towering monk—standing six meters tall in a crisp suit and leather shoes—rushed forward.
A Navy Colonel, caught off guard, was sent flying by an iron-like fist: "Tekkai: Steel!"
The devastating power crushed the opponent's skull, blood spattering as his body crashed into the ice, causing it to fracture beneath the impact.
The sight made onlookers' scalps tingle with fear.
"Rankyaku: Chaos!"
The monk leaped skyward, his legs becoming mere afterimages.
Light green vacuum slashes erupted one after another, cutting through the air with violent precision.
They shot toward the surrounding Marine soldiers.
"Ahhh!"
"Boom... Boom..."
On another part of the battlefield not far away, a man continuously rubbed his belt, manipulating an extremely sturdy black and blue genie to fight. It easily blocked the attacks of several Navy Generals and officers.
Daifuku, the third son of the Charlotte Family and user of the Paramecia-type Hoya Hoya no Mi, noticed the tremendous impact caused by Katakuri. He couldn't believe his eyes.
"Such extraordinary power... Has Katakuri been hiding his true strength all this time?"
An elite Vice Admiral of the Navy, defeated so effortlessly.
He felt such combat prowess was possibly on par with Cracker, who held the rank of Sweet Commander.
"Impressive! The Paramecia-type Nami Nami no Mi—you've truly acquired an amazing ability!" Opera, the fourth son and user of the Paramecia-type Kuri Kuri no Mi, laughed loudly.
He charged into battle.
A scalding crimson naginata, carrying a frighteningly high temperature, danced like the wind, viciously cutting down several Marine Captains who rushed toward him.
The terrible heat seared their flesh, causing them to scream incessantly in agony.
"Whoosh..."
Through the fog, Smoothie, the ninth daughter of the Charlotte Family, transformed half of her body into smoke.
Relying on the abilities of her Logia-type Moku Moku no Mi, she accelerated through the air with incredible speed, continuously spinning and dodging attacks.
Vice Admiral Dalmatian, capable of transforming with his Zoan-type Inu Inu no Mi, Model: Dalmatian, maintained his human-beast form as usual. With both paws covered in Haki, he struck out frantically.
"Shigan: Madara!"
But all his attacks were effortlessly blocked by Smoothie wielding her dual swords.
"Fufufu..." Astonishing smoke, wrapped in terrible poison gas, swept toward the Marines like a fierce gale.
Their eyes rolled back as they lost consciousness, collapsing where they stood.
Smoothie didn't hesitate to finish them with her blades, leaving them in pools of blood.
"Damn it..." Though wary of the poison gas, Dalmatian, with his heightened canine senses, had to hold his breath as he furiously pursued her.
However, even though Smoothie was fully capable of matching him in combat, she had no intention of confronting him directly.
While keeping the Vice Admiral at bay, she used her Logia abilities to manipulate the deadly poisonous gas, harvesting the lives of Marines while carefully avoiding harm to her own allies.
"It seems Katakuri's strength has completely surpassed Compote's. He might be the greatest warrior in the Charlotte Family!" Brulee exclaimed, watching Katakuri easily defeat Vice Admiral Fujitora.
"Wow—"
"What a beautiful woman!"
"My goodness, she's gorgeous..."
"So beautiful!"
Hundreds of meters away, the stunning Boa Hancock observed the Marines who were bewildered by her breathtaking charm. They stared at her, nearly losing their minds to her allure.
Shaking her waist-length jet-black hair, she formed a heart shape with her hands, aiming at these infatuated Marines: "Mero Mero Mellow!"
"Whoosh—"
In a flash of light, a heart-shaped beam flashed and disappeared.
A Marine froze in place, instantly turned to stone, completely immobilized.
The display left Trebol, who lacked Devil Fruit abilities and was weaker, hiding on the battlefield in cold sweat.
A Marine Colonel grew furious at the sight.
Using Soru from the Rokushiki techniques, he rushed at Hancock like a blur.
Blade in hand, he prepared to strike: "Damn woman, go to hell!"
"Oh? Are you really willing to hurt me?" Hancock placed her hands before her face, adopting a bewildered and frightened expression, looking pitifully at her attacker.
"Thump, thump..."
The Colonel's heart raced inexplicably.
The Marine, who had been about to strike the killing blow, froze instantly. His heartbeat accelerated, and his face flushed crimson.
Heart-shaped patterns appeared in his eyes as he blurted out involuntarily: "Of course I wouldn't want to..."
No sooner had he realized his error than embarrassment turned to rage. With fury distorting his features, he prepared to attack again.
Suddenly—"BANG!"
A massive club struck with tremendous force.
His body flew through the air, crashing into the ice several meters away. Blood poured from his head as his eyes bulged, consciousness completely lost.
"Hancock, you're too careless..."
Holding a mace that gleamed with silvery luster, Yamato—face concealed behind a hannya mask—cut an imposing figure.
One hand on her hip, proud chest thrust forward, she casually addressed Hancock: "You should thank me this time!"
Though not a Devil Fruit user, Yamato had grown suddenly from age nine to nineteen, lacking the corresponding training and experience.
But as the offspring of Kaido of the Beasts, her innate talent allowed her to quickly become familiar with the tremendous strength that accompanied her physical growth after just a short period of training.
Even without mastering Haki or Rokushiki techniques, Yamato's strength surpassed many elite Marine Captains.
"Hmph! I was more than capable of handling that Marine Colonel. I didn't need your assistance..."
Hancock, who had been about to use her Mero Mero no Mi ability, touched the corner of her lips and raised her head proudly. She snorted coldly, clearly dissatisfied.
The self-proclaimed "Most Beautiful Woman in the World" didn't require anyone's help.
In recent days, under Master Rayleigh's guidance, she had already mastered her Paramecia-type Mero Mero no Mi abilities.
"Heat Storm!"
Elsewhere on the battlefield, Charlotte Galette—the eighteenth daughter of the family—with fair skin, tall figure, and wearing a pink skirt and cloak with two pointed ornaments adorning her head, narrowly dodged incoming bullets.
Clutching a large round fan, she swung fiercely toward the dozen Marines rushing at her.
"Whoosh!" An intense heat wave carrying a terrifying temperature swept outward.
A large section of ice exploded as the heat triggered a violent blast.
The Marines caught in its path let out shrill screams as the terrible heat wave flung them away.
They lay unconscious, their bodies severely burned, barely recognizable as human.
The display made onlookers' scalps tingle with dread.
Countless Marines and pirates watched in cold sweat.
No one had expected that Galette, who appeared beautiful and delicate, possessed such devastating power.