One Piece:Revenge Against Celestial Dragons.

Blood splattered, and Akainu's eyes froze—rage and disbelief mixing in his gaze.

The flawless teamwork between Iggy, Ace, and Luffy had landed a devastating blow against the Navy's top combatant, Admiral Sakazuki.

From the days of their youth, when they took down the mountain king Tiger atop Mount Corvo, the bond between the brothers had always shown its strength when facing impossible odds.

Though Sabo was now long gone, the three remaining brothers once again stood shoulder to shoulder, defying a power far beyond their own.

It was as if Sabo's spirit fought alongside them, gambling his life just as they did, pushing back the scythe of death.

"Woohoo!"

Blood poured freely from Sakazuki. His ribs were shattered, his organs crushed—but an admiral's endurance was nothing short of monstrous.

Dark tendrils continued coiling around his body, binding the injured admiral tightly.

True to his creed that no battle ends until the enemy falls, Iggy—known as the Avenger—redirected his fists and summoned power anew.

"Six Kings Gun!"

With both fists aimed directly at Sakazuki's chest, Iggy launched his strongest physical attack. The strike detonated with a roar, blasting air outward in a violent shockwave.

Much like how Ace's heart was once destroyed by fire, this blow pierced straight through Akainu's torso.

Only this time, magma, not blood, oozed from the seared edges of the gaping wound.

"Damn it!"

Iggy, a hardened warrior born from the battlefield's chaos, instantly sensed something was wrong. Even with such damage, Sakazuki began to reconstitute his elemental form.

Harming an elemental body was never truly fatal—not without Haki. And he hadn't expected the admiral's body to endure so much.

He quickly activated his dark powers, but Sakazuki had already reinforced himself with Armament Haki, shielding his core from the darkness.

"Justice may be delayed, but it always delivers punishment!"

With those words, the black tendrils snapped apart as Akainu's body erupted into a torrent of magma. He shot into the air, away from the grasp of darkness.

Mid-flight, he twisted his form, scattering molten debris across the shattered battlefield below.

Staring at the glowing cracks in the earth, Iggy sighed heavily and turned toward his comrades—Ace and Luffy.

"That bastard's still alive…"

His vengeance unfinished, Iggy looked at Ace, unwilling to accept that fate might once again slip through their fingers.

Luffy, completely spent after pushing his body past its limit, collapsed in Ace's arms.

Silence fell as reinforcements arrived—pirates flooding in from every direction, familiar faces among them.

"Brother Ace!"

Jinbe the "Knight of the Sea," Crocodile the "Desert King," and Trafalgar Law the "Surgeon of Death" all appeared one after another.

Ace handed Luffy's unconscious body to Law, who brought him aboard the Heart Pirates' submarine.

Even as cannon fire echoed in the distance, Ace turned to return to the battlefield—his goal unchanged: rescue the man he called father.

"You…"

Iggy understood Ace's stubbornness well. This was more than loyalty—this was purpose.

Without wasting words, Iggy slammed a darkness-charged palm to the back of Ace's head, knocking him out cold.

With Jinbe and Crocodile there, he knew they could handle the wounded Sakazuki. He entrusted Ace to them and headed off—toward Whitebeard.

Iggy couldn't wait. His mission wasn't done yet.

Elsewhere on the island, the man they called "the Strongest in the World" was still standing.

Whitebeard—at seventy years old—faced tens of thousands of Marines alone, still holding the line to protect the future of his sons.

With one hand, he wielded his mighty naginata, "Murakumogiri," tearing through five or six Pacifistas in one swing. He slammed Warcury to the ground in the next.

Having cleared the Navy's scientific forces, Whitebeard dropped to one knee, exhausted and bleeding.

"You've gone too far."

From atop a Navy battleship mast, Admiral Kizaru looked down at the battlefield. The golden light at his fingertips shimmered—ready to strike.

As he prepared to fire a light beam, the sound of a gun being cocked echoed behind him.

Ben Beckman, first mate of the Red-Haired Pirates, had arrived.

"Don't move, Borsalino."

The muzzle of his rifle pressed firmly against Kizaru's temple. Instantly, the admiral's light faded.

Knowing Beckman wasn't one to bluff, Kizaru slowly raised his hands in surrender.

With the arrival of the Red-Haired Pirates, the war officially entered its second half.

"Who the hell is that!?"

From the observation platform, Fleet Admiral Sengoku stared in shock as a monstrous figure loomed over the ruins.

It was Sanjuan Wolf—the Giant Battleship—an infamous prisoner from Impel Down's Level 6, clad in a massive prison jumpsuit and grinning eerily.

One by one, other monstrous criminals began to appear, along with newly instated Warlords of the Sea.

"I'm here to send you off, Pops!"

Marshall D. Teach—Blackbeard—emerged with four terrifying new allies. The Blackbeard Pirates had entered the fray.

Whitebeard, already battered from countless battles and forced to unleash his power again and again, had little strength left.

This was the moment Blackbeard had been waiting for.

"Why now? Didn't you want the title of Warlord!?"

Sengoku, seeing through the deception, shouted in fury. The title had simply been a means to infiltrate Impel Down.

"Zehahahaha! That name? It served its purpose."

Blackbeard had used his Warlord status to gain access to the prison. In doing so, he recruited the most dangerous criminals in the world.

Now, with both sides of the war in ruins, Blackbeard stood poised to claim it all.

"I'm sorry, Pops. I handed Ace over to the government."

His ambition now laid bare, Blackbeard faced the man he once called father.

Once, he had idolized Whitebeard. But over time, that reverence had faded. Whitebeard had grown soft—obsessed with family and no longer chasing power.

"I'll inherit your legacy!"

Blackbeard, hungrier and more ruthless than ever, saw this war as the perfect stepping stone.

He was ready to replace the emperors of the old era—and challenge both the World Government and the Yonko.

Those shameless words struck Whitebeard like thunder. This betrayal, by a son he had once trusted, was unforgivable.

"TEACCCHHHHH!!!"

Whitebeard roared in fury. Never before had his rage burned so hot.

His so-called son had murdered his crewmate, betrayed the family, and ignited a war that plunged the world into chaos.

Fueled by fury, Whitebeard surged forward.

In a flash, he appeared before Blackbeard, raising his naginata high, his arms trembling with rage and power.

With a thunderous roar, he brought the weapon down on Blackbeard with all the force of a mountain crumbling.

Blood sprayed like a geyser, soaking Whitebeard's face, yet his eyes blazed with fury undiminished.

"Today, I'll end your wretched life myself!"

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