One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 401: An Obsession Spanning Eight Years!

With the advent of ancient robots!

The murderous aura in Egherd intensified.

The center of the battlefield.

The steel giant, which has been dormant for hundreds of years, has made its move.

"Snap—"

Its eyes were fixed on the figure in the air.

The Stand that exudes the aura of Im, "Junko".

"Joey...Boy..."

Intermittent mechanical sounds squeezed out from the loudspeaker, carrying an obsession spanning eight hundred years.

Without the slightest hesitation.

A massive iron fist slammed out.

The air in front was compressed into a white shock wave, a transparent wall of air, which pushed forward wildly.

Ruins, walls, weapons—all instantly reduced to dust.

At the end of the trajectory of destruction, "Junzi" floats in the air.

His eyes remained cold.

She stared at the iron fist that shattered the mountain range, her expression unchanged.

She didn't even intend to raise her hand.

Because the attack before him was child's play.

And there will definitely be someone who will shield him.

"hiss--!!!"

Just as the iron fist was about to touch the hem of "Junzi's" clothes, a huge, twisted black shadow suddenly darted out from the side.

It is Saint Satan.

At this moment, it's like a mad dog protecting its master.

It's not loyalty.

It is fear.

A fear etched into one's very bones.

If this filth touches even a single hair of Lord Im's head...

What are the consequences...?

Satan Saint's ugly, monstrous face was twisted to the extreme, with his eyeballs bulging out.

"Absolutely not allowed—!!!"

He let out a hiss, and his enormous spider body plunged into Im's path.

He unleashed all his power, and his jet-black armor glowed with an eerie red light.

He spread his arms, his eight spider legs gripping the ground tightly, using his absolute defense to meet the iron fist that spanned eight hundred years.

The two forces collided violently.

"Thump—!!!"

A muffled thud.

It wasn't the clang of metal against metal.

It was like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.

A moment of deathly silence.

Then, destruction came.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

The sound of shattering continued.

The armor of the Satan Saint, which was said to be able to withstand all physical attacks, was covered in cracks the moment it came into contact with the Iron Fist.

"puff--!"

Dark green blood gushed out from the crack, creating a foul-smelling rain of blood.

Satan let out a muffled groan, his features contorted in agony.

But he dared not back down.

They would rather die than retreat.

He gritted his teeth so hard they were almost shattered, and his eight spider legs were like steel blades ploughing the ground, digging deep into the alloy floor of Egherd.

"Hold on tight!!!"

The immense kinetic energy propelled him forward, carving eight bottomless furrows into the ground, sparks flying everywhere.

He glided for nearly a hundred meters, his back less than half a meter from Im's, before he finally came to a stop.

At this moment, the real shockwave erupted.

A circular wave of destructive energy, carrying debris and dust, swept across the entire Egherd in an instant.

"Boom!"

The earth groaned, and the sky trembled.

The shockwave indiscriminately swept over everyone on the battlefield.

"Damn it! Everyone back off!"

In the revolutionary army camp, Long's expression suddenly changed.

A look of horror flashed in his eyes.

The dragon pressed down hard with both hands, and a violent hurricane gathered in front of him.

"Wind Dragon - Wall!"

A blue wind wall tens of meters high rose from the ground, protecting Saboivankov behind him.

The kinetic energy impacted the wind wall, causing the dragon's arms to tremble violently, and its entire body was pushed back half a step.

The sturdy wind wall trembled violently, emitting a strained howl, as if it could collapse at any moment.

"Pure physical force?"

Long gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

On the other side of the battlefield.

"This commotion is truly terrifying."

Red-haired Shanks wields his sword in one hand, the famous blade "Griffin" deeply embedded in the ground.

Instead of retreating, he stepped forward.

"Buzz—"

A dark red aura of domineering color erupted, enveloping his entire body and forming a visible defensive shield.

The airflow crashed against his domineering aura, producing a hissing friction sound, and the cloak behind him fluttered wildly, as if it were about to be torn to shreds.

Shanks squinted, his red hair dancing wildly, his gaze piercing through the smoke and dust as he stared intently at the steel figure.

"Beckman".

"Can you block this punch?"

Ben Beckman has stopped firing.

The muzzle of his spear drooped, and the cigarette between his fingers was blown away somewhere.

He squinted, his brain rapidly calculating the level of damage.

Upon hearing the captain's words, Beckman twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a wry smile.

"Don't joke around, Shanks."

"If I take it head-on, my bones will turn to dust."

"That's not human power at all."

In an even more chaotic battle.

Zephyr and Aokiji, the master and disciple, had no choice but to temporarily stop fighting.

"Ice Age: Ice Walls!"

Aokiji Kuzan pressed his hands to the ground, and a wall of ice several meters thick rose up.

One second.

"Click!"

The ice wall, riddled with cracks, shattered with a deafening crash.

Kuzan transformed into elemental form, his body turning into shattered ice that reformed in the raging wind, his eyes filled with horror.

"Oh my god...that's so exaggerated."

Kuzan reformed and exhaled a breath of cold air.

"That scrap metal has that kind of destructive power?"

Zephyr relied on Armament Haki and his mechanical arm to withstand the attack, staggering as he did so, but his eyes behind his sunglasses shone with an alarming brightness.

"Ancient weapons. This is the power of ancient weapons."

The Whitebeard Pirates' side.

"Dad! Watch out!"

Marco transformed into a phoenix, spreading his wings and unleashing golden flames of regeneration, standing in front of Whitebeard.

The shockwave struck the flames, causing the blue flames to teeter on the brink of extinction.

Malka shouted.

"Is this power forged from scrap metal? It's even more unreasonable than that madman Kaido!"

Edward Newgate, the white-bearded man who was being protected behind him, shoved Marco aside.

Holding the Kumogiri sword, he stood tall amidst the raging wind, letting the gusts of air ruffle his crescent-shaped beard.

"Gurarararara!"

The white-bearded man laughed heartily, his eyes showing no fear, only admiration.

"Marco! Get out of my way! This is a big event!"

Whitebeard stared at the enormous robot, slamming his greatsword heavily on the ground, shattering the rocks beneath his feet.

"This power... even the giants of yesteryear weren't this strong! And this robot? Interesting! Very interesting!"

Directly in front of the battlefield.

Roger and Rocks reacted very differently.

Roger held down his hat to prevent it from being blown off.

He stood firmly on the ground, leaning forward against the howling wind, a wide, excited smile spreading across his face.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

See that white beard?

That punch was really powerful!

Roger's eyes burned with passion.

No domineering presence, no fancy techniques, just pure power! That's the romance of a man!

Rocks let the wind tousle his long hair.

His red-glowing eyes were fixed on the ancient robot, then he glanced at the crippled Satan Saint, his gaze sinister.

"snort."

"The legacy of a great kingdom."

Lox licked his lips, the red light in his eyes mirroring the red light of the robot.

This destructive power.

If it can be used by me.

at last.

The shockwave dissipated.

The smoke and dust settled.

The scene at the heart of the battlefield unfolded before everyone's eyes.

a mess.

The ground within a radius of several hundred meters has completely disappeared, turning into a huge semi-circular crater.

At the edge of the deep pit.

Satan Saint's body was half-buried in the mud, his sturdy spider carapace was covered in cracks, and dark green blood kept seeping out, dripping onto the scorched earth and making a sizzling, corrosive sound.

His eight spider legs, three of which were twisted in a bizarre way.

He gasped for breath, each breath spraying out blood foam.

But he is still alive.

And he succeeded.

Im, who was behind him, was suspended in mid-air, his clothes perfectly straight.

Satan Saint raised his blood-stained face, glanced at Im behind him, and after the relief came an even deeper fear.

"It's...it's blocked..."

He was opposite.

The enormous ancient robot was jolted back two steps by the reaction force.

"Boom! Boom!"

Each step crushed the ruins of a research institute.