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Chapter 692: Ice Jail Warrior
Chapter 692: Ice Jail Warrior
"This is going to be tricky."
As the crew boarded, Moer gazed upward at the floating stone fragments suspended midair. "Should I place the roadmark there first? Or will these fragments eventually fall into the Grand Line? I could handle it fine on the ship, but if I slip up..."
His ability worked well, but there was one problem - it could still function within the Grand Line.
Moer had personally verified this fact, though he'd never dared to teleport into the ocean itself. That would be suicidal.
Once his 'roadmark' touched the sea surface, it would sink. Activating teleportation under those conditions would drag the entire ship into Aokiji's Ice Age.
While he was confident he could prevent this, such things were inherently risky. A single mistake would mean total disaster.
Boom Boom.
As he pondered, the ship's deck suddenly trembled.
The golden warship soared skyward in an instant!
Mass seemed meaningless for this vessel. The Golden Lion floated alongside the stationary stone fragments suspended in midair like a massive diving board.
"If this is possible..." Moer stared at the gloomy-faced Kuro beside him. Licking his lips, he thrust his arm forward as white light spread across the deck.
"This just got much easier."
The white glow flared, and the massive warship and its crew vanished in unison.
Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Cannon fire continued unabated.
Five warships relentlessly bombarded the battered vessel at the center. Normally, a few critical hits would disable any standard warship.
A direct hit on the mast would cripple its sailing speed.
A strike to the hull would cause leaks, similarly slowing it.
Landing a lucky shot on the powder magazine would trigger an explosion capable of destroying even a warship in an instant.
In the Grand Line, a ship losing half its structure was as good as destroyed - it meant certain doom.
Yet despite prolonged bombardment, the target vessel remained surprisingly intact, its damage superficial despite the relentless assault.
Another cannonball screamed toward them when a cross spear lashed out, swatting the projectile away.
Donald stood at the bow, gripping his long spear. His grim expression never wavered as he stared down the five enemy ships.
Their battered warship remained afloat thanks to the faint white energy surrounding it. Without this mysterious force, they would have already sunk.
But it only slowed the inevitable.
Below, fishmen worked furiously to breach the hull. This couldn't last.
Had they not received that urgent call earlier, they'd already be preparing for a last stand.
Those enemies...
Donald's gaze swept across the five figures standing on the enemy ships.
These weren't ordinary foes.
Their auras alone spoke of incredible power!
Even fighting one would be difficult - five was impossible.
"The one with the long spear isn't bad", remarked the elderly man with white curls on one of the ships. "Seems like he's from the Flower Country. Joined the Navy? Strange - they've only ever had a Marine force."
"That's irrelevant", laughed a bearded man in a headscarf, his neck adorned with golden chains and fingers weighed down by rings. "What interests me is how this ship hasn't sunk yet. Is it some Devil Fruit ability? If he surrendered, I could dominate the New World with him!"
"You? Dream on."
A cold voice cut through the air. A knight in full armor, wearing an inverted cross pendant, scoffed. "That man won't surrender to the likes of you. If he surrenders at all, it'll be to me."
"Want to test that, Bessie?"
The headscarved man drew two curved cutlasses from his belt, grinning wickedly. "I wouldn't mind killing you first before attacking G-3 fortress!"
Clang!
Hardly had he spoken than the knight unsheathed his hand-and-a-half sword, his face like stone. "Perfect. I've been wanting to kill you too, Arms of the Fatima Family. You're nothing but garbage."
"Kapei Family's bastard!"
Arms tightened his grip on the blades, chuckling darkly. "Then let's settle this right here!"
"Enough!"
The white-haired elder's voice thundered. "Save your quarrels until after we destroy G-3 fortress. We've sworn to avenge ourselves against the World Government and Navy together."
"Hmph!"
Bessie glared at Arms before sheathing his sword. The knight turned away without another word.
"Hohohoho."
Arms kept his blades drawn, turning to the elder. "Master, shall I board them first? No need to waste time."
"If you wish."
Brode, arms crossed, spoke indifferently. "But I'd like to see how long they can last. Their ship has more than one strong warrior."
He studied the spear-wielding Donald and the two auras within the white energy with visible approval.
"Two Devil Fruit users, and a barehanded combat expert. Pity they won't join me - they'd make fine subordinates."
"Hohohoho."
Arms tested his blades, licking his lips. "Let's test their mettle before they escape."
Though taking heavy fire, the ship was slowly inching sideways. The white energy not only shielded them but seemed to accelerate movement. Surrounded on all sides, bombarded by endless cannonballs and bullets, it shouldn't have moved an inch - yet it did.
And its speed was abnormal.
"Freeze!"
Arms' eyes turned cruel. He crossed his blades forward in a sweeping motion.
"Ice Jail Intercept!"
Crackling!
A torrent of cold erupted from his twin blades, weaving through the Grand Line. Frost spread rapidly, forming a thick ice layer across the sea surface. The ice surged forward, encasing the escaping warship in a prison of ice.
"Can't run now, Hohohoho!" Arms licked one blade hungrily.
On the warship.
"Kas!"
Wilbur shouted. "One side of the ship is frozen! We can't move!"
Their ship had become like a vessel trapped in the Calm Belt - regardless of power, they couldn't budge.
This wasn't an ordinary sailship. It had a power room, yet even with full engine power, they couldn't move an inch.
With Kas' Tenfold Speed, they could normally attack or retreat at will.
But now, even rowing with oars - the standard Navy tactic - proved impossible.
The sea itself had frozen solid.
"That man..."
Kas glared at the dual-blade wielder across the water, eyes burning with recognition.
"'Ice Jail Warrior' Fatima Arms!"
(End of Chapter)
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