One Piece: Marine's Justice

"Kill them!"

"Rip 'em apart!"

"Die, you damn Marines!"

"Drop dead, filthy pirates!"

The scorched ruins of the forest, now reduced to cratered wasteland, crackled under the weight of falling trees consumed by raging fire. Amidst the smoke and carnage, nearly a thousand Marines had clashed head-on with the Impaler Pirates.

Following a relentless barrage of artillery fire, the Impaler Pirates had suffered heavy losses. The survivors, many of them wounded, had no way out, they could only fight to the bitter end.

The battle was fierce and unrelenting. Gunfire erupted in every direction, while swords clashed in brutal close quarters. Blood drenched the soil, littered with broken corpses and the anguished wails of the injured.

"Anesu! Anesu! Anesu!"

Bel von Gero moved like a shadow through the ranks of the Marines, his movements agile and precise. With each slap of his hand on a Marine's body, the effect was immediate: their limbs went numb, control vanished, and they crumpled to the ground like puppets with their strings cut.

"Bel von Gero! In the name of justice, I, Mozambia, will bring you to justice!"

A stocky Marine officer stormed forward, rage etched across his scarred face. Dressed in a gray suit and the Justice-emblazoned Navy coat, he was none other than Rear Admiral Mozambia of Marine Headquarters.

"Tch, another pain in the ass…" Gero's brows furrowed slightly as a large surgical scalpel silently appeared in his hand. With a swift flick, he slashed it toward Mozambia's throat like lightning.

Mozambia, a seasoned Rear Admiral, halted just in time to dodge the scalpel. In a flash, he raised his katana and delivered a powerful downward slash, forcing Gero to retreat.

Without giving him a moment to recover, Mozambia pressed forward, blade flashing in a barrage of swings. Gero, not one for head-on confrontations, was driven back repeatedly.

"Muscle Cannon!!!"

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the battlefield, Oli Baka charged like a rampaging beast. His punch thundered through the air like a cannon shell, erupting in a visible shockwave that sent every Marine within a dozen meters flying through the air.

In moments, Marine corpses lay scattered across the ground.

"That's far enough. Allow me, Bastille the Shark Cutter, to take you on, Oli Baka! Bounty: 588 million Berries! Alias: Gladiator Fiend!"

A towering Marine charged forth; red-brown hair, a horned mask riddled with holes, and wielding a massive serrated halberd. He swung it in a wide arc, cutting through the air toward the carnage-wreaking Baka.

"Shark Cutter? Never heard of you."

Baka's face twisted into a sneer as he raised his massive left arm, using it like a shield.

CLANG!

The Shark Cutter's blade struck Baka's arm with the ring of clashing steel, a shockwave bursting outward from the impact. But Baka didn't budge. Only the ground beneath his feet cracked into a spiderweb of fractures under the force.

"Nani?!"

Bastille gasped in disbelief.

"That's all you've got?"

With a snort, Baka swatted Bastille's blade aside and lunged. One massive punch slammed straight into Bastille's chest.

BOOM!

THUD!

A shockwave rippled through the battlefield, visible to the naked eye. Bastille spat blood as he was blasted backward, crashing into a charred tree trunk which snapped in two from the impact.

"Commodore Bastille!"

"He took down a Commodore in one hit?! You've gotta be kidding!"

"So this is the strength of a pirate with a 588 million Berry bounty?! He's a monster!"

The surrounding Marines recoiled in horror. Some, paralyzed by Baka's overwhelming aura, collapsed to their knees. His monstrous strength was on full display. Not even an elite Marine unit, or a Headquarters Commodore, could withstand a single blow.

"Ara ara~ You've hurt my men. Can't let you walk away from that so easily."

"Ice Time Capsule."

Just then, Kuzan strolled casually onto the battlefield, raising one hand. A burst of chilling air swept outward, instantly cooling the sweltering heat and leaving a trail of frost-covered ground in his wake.

Seconds later, Oli Baka was frozen solid, a lifelike statue of pure ice, pale mist curling from its surface.

Now it was the Impaler Pirates' turn to freeze in fear.

This was their Combat Commander. A man infamous even in the monster-ridden New World… and just like that, he was encased in ice?

Too outrageous to believe.

But the Marines' morale, which had been steadily dropping, now surged back with a vengeance.

"Ice Saber."

Kuzan lazily stretched, then bent down, plucked a few dead blades of grass from the ground, and tossed them into the air. With a frosty exhale, he froze them midair into a long, gleaming ice blade.

"Sorry, but it's better if you die here."

Kuzan's tone was apologetic, but the cold steel in his hand, and his heart, said otherwise. He stepped forward to strike the frozen Baka down.

"Marine! What did you do to my crewmate?!"

A furious roar echoed across the battlefield.

Kuzan turned.

Charging toward him was Vlad Uren, cloak of crimson snapping in the wind. He moved like a bolt of lightning, closing the distance in an instant.

"Thorn Spikes!"

With a shout, Vlad's arms transformed into elongated, dark brown spikes, lancing forward like vicious spears.

CLANG!

Kuzan raised his ice blade in time to block the thrust. The clash generated a blast of force so strong it howled outward like a gale.

But Vlad wasn't finished.

He swept his leg sideways, his foot also sprouting spikes, aiming a deadly kick at Kuzan's waist.

The angle and reach were difficult to block. One misstep, and Kuzan would be impaled.

Rather than risk it, Kuzan leapt back, dodging cleanly.

"Thorn Stomp!"

Vlad's expression turned grim. He leapt high into the air, somersaulted mid-flight, and came crashing down feet-first. The soles of his boots bristled with dense spikes.

"Man… this guy's a real pain," Kuzan muttered, once again sidestepping the attack.

BOOM!!!

Vlad struck the ground like a meteor, shattering it beneath him. A crater formed instantly, the center riddled with dozens of deep punctures like a hornet's nest.

The shockwave exploded outward, flinging dirt and debris in all directions like a storm of shrapnel.

"Ice Ball."

This time, Kuzan launched his counter.

Spreading his arms, he unleashed a surge of freezing air. The blistering battlefield plunged into a sudden deep freeze. Five massive pillars of ice erupted forward, encasing Vlad in a gigantic sphere of solid ice.

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