One Piece: With Sign-in System-Chapter 214: Aramaki and Gion Make Their Move

Marine Headquarters – Marineford.

The sky over Marineford was dark and oppressive, thick black clouds looming overhead.

Above the battlefield, massive chunks of debris floated ominously, serving as makeshift platforms for battles of life and death.

On the execution platform's plaza, Garp and Ron clashed like two rampaging titans. Their fists, clad in Armament Haki, carried devastating force, each strike shaking the very air around them.

"Kid."

Garp grinned widely, his face filled with the exhilaration of battle. "If you're relying on fists and Haki alone, you still have a long way to go before you can beat me!"

As he spoke, the strength surging through his jet-black iron fists exploded, effortlessly shattering the force behind Ron's punch. In the next instant, his fist came crashing toward Ron's chest like an unstoppable meteor.

But—

A brilliant azure light flickered in Ron's eyes.

And in the blink of an eye, he vanished.

Garp's punch struck nothing but air.

BOOM!

The sheer force behind it erupted, shattering the atmosphere like fragile glass. Cracks spread violently through the ground as the earth caved in, crumbling outward in all directions.

Garp's grin widened. "You dodged it, huh?"

His keen gaze shifted sideways, locking onto a particular spot.

"That wasn't 'Shave', was it? What technique was that?"

Amidst the swirling dust and rubble, Ron emerged.

With a calm yet amused expression, he replied, "Spatial movement."

"Spatial... movement?"

A flicker of shock crossed Garp's eyes before he quickly grinned again. "No wonder Kizaru couldn't keep up with your speed."

His grin then turned sharp. "Let me tell you this now—against you, I won't be holding back."

Ron's gaze briefly swept toward the execution platform where Ace was restrained, then toward Sabo, who was locked in battle with Aramaki and Gion. Finally, his eyes returned to Garp, and a smile tugged at his lips.

"You really are strong, old man. Your Observation Haki is already at the advanced third stage... and your Armament Haki... I'd say it's almost at the fourth stage, right?"

Garp's eyes narrowed slightly. "That kind of classification... Rayleigh told you that, huh?"

Ron neither confirmed nor denied it. Instead, his gaze sharpened.

"Garp... what does the fourth stage of Armament Haki feel like?"

A heavy silence followed.

Then, Garp smirked. "The pinnacle of Armament Haki, huh...?"

His voice turned deep and commanding. "That's a power beyond strong... beyond anything you can imagine."

Ron nodded slightly. His palm slowly lifted toward Garp.

"I wonder..."

His azure eyes flashed brilliantly.

"...how it compares to this power?"

"Shinra Tensei."

A crushing, invisible force erupted from Ron's outstretched hand.

Garp's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

In the next instant—he was sent hurtling backward!

The sheer impact blasted him through the air, carving a deep trench through the battlefield.

"Vice Admiral Garp!"

Dalmatian's voice rang out in alarm.

At that moment, a brilliant light flashed across the sky.

Kizaru.

Despite missing a leg, the Admiral of Light reappeared above, his hands gripping a colossal photon sword, stretching over a hundred meters long.

From above, he swung it down—aiming straight for Ron!

Ron glanced up.

"Still alive, huh? Logia users really are hard to kill."

Without hesitation, he drew his sword.

A crimson-black slash, crackling with Haki-infused black flames, shot toward Kizaru's descending blade.

The two attacks collided violently.

BOOM!

A shockwave erupted from their clash, sending a howling storm of wind surging through the plaza.

Blinding light flooded the battlefield, forcing those nearby to shield their eyes.

...

"Old man..."

From the ground, Sentomaru gritted his teeth as he looked up at Kizaru, his missing leg a clear testament to the brutal battle.

His hands clenched into fists.

"That bastard..."

His gaze burned with fury as he turned toward Ron.

He raised his hand and shouted in a commanding voice:

"Pacifistas! Attack Traveler Ron!"

Six Pacifistas, each identical to Kuma, raised their arms in unison.

Their mouths opened.

Their internal lasers began charging.

At that moment, a captivating voice cut through the chaos.

"I won't allow it."

A figure stood gracefully amid the destruction, her stunning presence drawing all eyes to her.

Empress Hancock.

She gently pressed a finger to her lips, then drew back her arm, forming an enormous pink, heart-shaped energy arrow.

With a swift motion, she fired.

"Slave Arrow!"

A rain of pink arrows shot toward the Pacifistas and Sentomaru's forces.

The moment the projectiles struck the Pacifistas—despite being machines—they turned to stone.

A Marine officer roared in fury. "What do you think you're doing, Pirate Empress?!"

Hancock shot him a chilling glare.

"It does not matter whether they are Marines or pirates..."

Her voice was calm yet laced with authority.

"Anyone who dares lay a hand on that man... is my enemy!"

"Ridiculous!"

The Marine officer charged at her in anger.

Hancock, unfazed, simply raised her long leg, her Armament Haki hardening around her foot.

CRACK!

With a single kick, she shattered the officer's sword and slammed her foot into his chest, sending him flying.

...

"What an unbelievable war this is."

In a corner of the battlefield, Trafalgar Law stood with his Ope Ope no Mi sword, Kikoku, resting against his shoulder. He adjusted his hat, his gaze locked onto the chaotic battle unfolding across the plaza.

His sharp eyes fixated on a particular figure locked in battle with Kizaru—a man wielding a blood-red sword, his aura overwhelming.

Law's expression flickered with complexity.

To him—

The man who killed Doflamingo...

Was his benefactor.

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"If you could travel anywhere... where would you go?"

A deep, mechanical voice broke through the battlefield noise.

Emporio Ivankov stood frozen in place, his pupils constricting. His breathing hitched as he stared at the towering figure before him—

Bartholomew Kuma.

Once a trusted comrade, now an enemy on the battlefield.

Tears welled up in Ivankov's eyes, streaming down his face.

"I swear... I will save you! No matter what!"

...

SLASH!

A deep green slash surged skyward from the frozen sea, sending both elite Marines and Whitebeard Pirates flying as the sheer force of the sword pressure engulfed them.

At the center of it all, a single man strode forward, his massive black sword gleaming under the chaotic sky.

Dracule Mihawk.

The World's Strongest Swordsman was heading toward the battle between Whitebeard and Akainu.

...

The entire world was watching.

The war over Fire Fist Ace had reached its most intense, chaotic stage.

The Marines held a tactical advantage, but that advantage was being shattered by Ron's unimaginable strength, combined with the unexpected arrival of Sabo and Luffy.

Victory was still undecided.

Despite the relentless combat, not a single high-ranking Marine or pirate had perished yet. The true turning point of this war had not yet arrived.

...

Below the execution platform.

"They're so strong!"

Luffy gasped for air, his eyes locked onto the two figures standing in his way—

Aramaki and Gion.

His fists clenched tightly. His body was battered, yet his fighting spirit refused to waver.

"One is near-Admiral level... and the other has the power of a full-fledged Admiral..."

Beside him, Sabo gritted his teeth. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he evaluated the situation.

"With just the two of us... breaking through here is impossible."

He stole a glance behind him.

Ivankov and Jinbe were locked in battle.

Zoro, Sanji, and the others were struggling in their own fights.

A wave of frustration surged in his chest.

"Are we really going to be stopped here?!"

His gaze snapped to Ace, still restrained on the execution platform, his teeth clenched in defiance.

A low, mocking chuckle interrupted his thoughts.

"Getting distracted in a fight? That's a rookie mistake."

Before Sabo could react—

BOOM!

A fist crashed into his arms as he instinctively blocked, but even with Armament Haki hardening his limbs, he was blown back dozens of meters.

His arms trembled violently from the sheer impact.

Sabo's breath hitched. "That strength...!"

He glared at the man who had struck him.

Tall and imposing, draped in the Marine's Justice cloak, his long green hair curled over his shoulders—

Aramaki.

A smirk stretched across Aramaki's lips as he lazily scratched his chin.

"The Revolutionary Army's Chief of Staff... Sabo, right?"

His eyes gleamed with intrigue.

"I've always been curious about your leader, Dragon."

"Tell me—he didn't come to this war, did he?"

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