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"I see," Kong nodded, his tone heavy.
Even he could feel it—the center of the battlefield was an abyss of overwhelming power.
Despite the Four Five Elders combining their strength, even that wasn't enough to subdue Ayr. The pressure radiating from the heart of the clash was simply unnatural.
Understanding the gravity of the situation, Kong did not hesitate to cooperate with Zephyr and the others. Even for someone of his status, going against Ayr alone would be suicide.
Against monsters like Ayr—who wielded abilities that transcended logic—the idea of fairness in numbers was meaningless.
Once the decision was made, Kong's gaze turned sharply toward Akainu, Kizaru, and Aokiji. His voice was laced with authority.
"Don't forget your purpose here today: to observe. Do not approach the battlefield."
In time, the three would rise to become the Admirals of the Navy—pillars of Marineford's might.
But now, in this moment, they were still far too green—barely Colonels, not yet tempered by true war.
If they allowed their curiosity to carry them into the fray at the Holy Land Mariejois…
There was no doubt about the outcome.
Ayr, the man who had taken on the Five Elders and struck them down with one blow each, would annihilate the three of them in an instant.
"Understood, Marshal Kong," Akainu replied, fists clenched but respectful.
"The battlefield is yours. We're only here to bear witness," Kizaru added lazily, though his eyes shimmered with intensity.
"Ah la la… a monster like that? Count me out of getting close," Aokiji exhaled with a chill in his voice.
The three of them might've brimmed with ambition and latent potential.
But they weren't idiots.
Anyone with eyes could see it.
Ayr, right now, was no longer human—he was a calamity given flesh.
Approaching him would be suicide, pure and simple.
Hearing their compliance, Kong turned his focus onto Garp.
"Let's move!"
With that one word, the five top Navy officials burst forward, skybreaking as they dashed toward the center of the battlefield to support the beleaguered Five Elders.
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Center of the Battlefield — Holy Land Mariejois
Ayr stood suspended in the sky, his form now that of the Ten Tails' Jinchūriki.
Despite facing four of the Five Elders at once, he hadn't lost ground at all.
"So persistent… you're still standing?" Ayr muttered, his gaze sweeping down like a god judging mortals.
He had to admit it—the Five Elders weren't weaklings.
They were individuals who stood at the very peak of the World Government's power structure for good reason.
At the outset of the battle, Ayr had struck two of them down with overwhelming force. The entire land had quaked.
However, the physical resilience of the Elders was monstrous. Those two had stood up, shaken off the dust, and rejoined the battle with their comrades.
Together, the four pressed him without pause.
"Did you think one blow would be enough to end us?" growled the bald old man with the long katana, wiping blood from his chin. "You underestimate the ones who rule this world, Ayr!"
"We cannot allow you to live," shouted the blond old man. "A being like you has no place in this sea! You'll die here today—in Mariejois!"
"Is that so?" Ayr replied calmly. "If you think you can do it, come and try."
"Now!!"
The katana-wielding Elder's shout echoed like a war drum. In an instant, the other three moved.
The four Elders blurred through the air, surrounding Ayr from four cardinal directions. Their coordination was impeccable.
Ayr narrowed his eyes. We have to end this soon, he thought.
The Ten Tails' power was extraordinary.
But Ayr was no perfect vessel.
His Fairy Eyes—though awakened—were only in their mid-phase, unable to fully suppress the will of the Ten Tails.
Even now, waves of pressure battered his consciousness. Pain exploded inside his skull. The Ten Tails' chaotic instincts lashed at his mind like a beast in a cage.
He wasn't controlling it—it was more like he was wrestling it into submission, even while using its chakra in battle.
If not for Ayr's unyielding will and deep mastery over spiritual control, he'd already be howling on the ground, convulsing in agony.
To make things worse, the power-enhancing experience card he'd activated—multiplying his abilities several-fold—was running out.
Once that expired…
Even with the Ten Tails' chakra, he'd struggle against the full might of the Four Five Elders.
After all, he could only tap into a fraction of the Ten Tails' true power.
He had to move fast—finish this battle and escape Mariejois before it was too late.
"Tailed Beast Bomb…"
The words left his mouth like a prayer of destruction.
Before him, tendrils of divine bark unfurled, and from the center of the battlefield, a towering segment of the God Tree burst forth.
On its massive, bark-like exterior, four swirling crimson spheres began to form—each one oozing devastating chakra.
This was the Tailed Beast Bomb—but not from a single-tailed beast.
It was a Ten Tails Tailed Beast Bomb.
The mightiest variant, unquantifiable in destructive scale.
Compared to a normal Tailed Beast Bomb, this was not even in the same league—it was planet-level power focused into condensed spheres of annihilation.
The divine energy warped the air. The sky darkened. Space itself around Mariejois began to ripple and distort.
If launched, it wouldn't just injure the Elders—it could erase a third of Mariejois.
"Destroy that thing first!" the old katana Elder roared, his instincts screaming doom.
The divine tree's chakra felt like the Reaper's breath, coiling around their spines.
"Forget Ayr—go for that tree!" the blond Elder barked, breaking formation.
The Four Elders switched targets instantly, their combined power rushing toward the God Tree and the converging spheres of death.
"You think I'll let you?"
Ayr's smile curved, wicked and sharp.
"Amanuma Spear."
With a low chant, a radiant spear forged from chakra and divine essence appeared in his hand.
It was the legendary weapon once said to be wielded by the Sage of Six Paths himself—used to forge the very first landmasses in the Shinobi world.
Its energy pulsed with creation and destruction in perfect balance.
Ayr thrust it into the ground, then surged forward.
He intercepted the Elders mid-air, the Amanuma Spear drawing comet-like arcs with every swing.
Try as they might, their combined attacks couldn't push past him.
"Damn it! We can't get through!" snarled the katana Elder.
The Tailed Beast Bombs were nearly ready.
Each second they failed to halt Ayr was a second closer to total destruction.
"Retreat!!" the katana Elder bellowed.
They had no choice now. Stopping Ayr or the tree was impossible. They had to survive.
The others didn't hesitate.
They disengaged at once, pushing their bodies to the limit in retreat.
"You're not going anywhere."
Ayr's voice echoed, calm and ruthless.
His grin widened.
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