One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 458: The Helpless Navy!

After giving his instructions, Chen Ye disappeared.

The chaotic barrier vanished instantly, and the three returned to the battlefield.

The entire navy stared intently at the three formidable enemies before them.

They were prepared to die.

The navy is an elite force. The dignity of the navy must not be trampled upon.

Whitebeard stood rooted to the spot. Shanks' single arm hung at his side, a smile playing on his lips. Dragon's face was half-hidden in shadow, his eyes deep and unfathomable. The three remained silent, exchanging only glances. A tacit understanding had been reached among these top-tier warriors.

They turned around at the same time and started walking.

The three walked side by side, heading towards the front of the encirclement.

It's almost time!

Dragon was the first to stop. His gaze was cold and sharp as he swept over the navy, who were on high alert.

Then the dragon spoke: Everyone, make way!

The words were deep and domineering. The sound waves shattered the floating rubble, echoing above the ruins. The authoritative voice struck straight to the soul. Every word was a heavy hammer blow, resounding in the ears of everyone present!

The Revolutionary Army officers were stunned. Sabo looked at Dragon's retreating figure with disbelief. He had just been desperately trying to save Luffy, wanting nothing more than to tear these Marines to shreds. The other officers were filled with confusion. They had clearly cornered the enemy; why were they giving way?

Discipline triumphed over doubt. Bodily instincts carried out the leader's orders. Cadres swiftly sheathed their weapons, took steps, and retreated rapidly to the sides. Their movements were perfectly synchronized. The formation was cleaved in two by a sharp blade. No one questioned; only obedience prevailed.

The white-bearded man stared at the revolutionary army, letting out a cold snort. He raised his massive Murakumogiri sword high, its sharp blade gleaming coldly. He slammed the hilt heavily onto the rocky ground beneath his feet.

A deafening explosion erupted. The ground trembled violently. Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions. Debris flew into the air. The white-bearded man's eyes widened in fury as he roared at his sons.

"Sons! Do as Long says and make way!"

His booming voice carried an air of authority. This was the aura of the world's strongest man. The Whitebeard Pirates captain didn't hesitate. His father's orders were law. Marco retracted his azure-flame wings, his eyes clear with understanding. Jozu deactivated his diamond-like arms. Vista deftly sheathed his twin swords.

They immediately turned and led their pirates to scatter to both sides. The dense formation quickly expanded, leaving huge gaps in the ruins. Their movements were swift and decisive. Although the pirates were compliant, their eyes remained fierce, fixed on the encircling marines, ready to pounce and tear them apart at any moment.

Shanks watched all this, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He turned his head to look at the Red-Haired Pirates crew behind him. Without a word, he calmly raised his remaining right arm and casually waved it forward.

Their movements were extremely casual. However, the Red-Haired Pirates crew immediately understood their captain's meaning.

Beckman leaned against the broken wall, took a drag of his cigar, and exhaled a greyish-white smoke ring. The smoke dissipated. He straightened up first, lazily turning to the side, his rifle casually slung over his shoulder. His eyes were sharp, but his murderous intent had subsided.

Lucky took a bite of meat with bone in it, mumbling indistinctly. He then moved his obese body away. Yasopp chuckled, lowering his sniper rifle. The Red-Haired Pirates crew retreated to either side in perfect unison, their movements casual yet exuding an extremely dangerous composure. The deadly encirclement slowly dissipated!

In just a few seconds, the battlefield situation changed drastically. The impenetrable encirclement of death was forcibly torn apart to both sides. The three top forces surged back to the left and right.

In the center of the ruins, a straight passageway emerges. It's a wide road leading to the coast. There are no obstacles. No traps. On both sides of the road, pirates and revolutionaries stand like wolves, coldly watching the clearing in the middle.

Sunlight streamed down the avenue. Unbelievable. An eerie stillness hung in the air. The path to survival had appeared too suddenly. It shocked all the naval personnel present.

The naval camp was deathly silent. Sento's hand, holding his sword, froze in mid-air. His mind went blank. He couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

They were just on the brink of death. The entire navy was prepared to perish together.

But now the other side has made way for us.

A sense of astonishment spread. Eyes met.

Dragon ignored the Navy's astonishment. He stood at the end of the avenue, his posture upright, his gaze piercing through the crowd and fixing directly on Kizaru in the distance.

Kizaru stood amidst the ruins. The light particles around him had completely extinguished. He looked dejected. His yellow striped suit was covered in dust. His yellow sunglasses were half-shattered. He looked at Dragon, his usual nonchalance gone.

These words were like a sharp blade, piercing the pride of the navy.

Kizaru froze. His usually smiling face was now taut. Through the shattered lens, he looked at Dragon's cold, stern face, knowing his old friend wasn't joking.

The air froze. Breathing was audible. The crashing waves against the shore were deafening. Kizaru didn't answer immediately. His mind raced. He glanced at his wounded subordinates. He glanced at the unconscious soldiers. He glanced at the menacing enemies on either side.

The Whitebeard Pirates captain gripped his weapon tightly. The Red-Haired Pirates' officers exchanged knowing glances. The Revolutionary Army soldiers stood ready. This was a war they couldn't win. If the fighting continued, all the Marines here would die. Eigold would become their graveyard.

Sento's body trembled violently. An unprecedented humiliation overwhelmed him. He bit his lip hard, blood dripping from his chin. He screamed inwardly, but couldn't utter a sound. Because he saw Kizaru's back. It was the silence of a commander in dire straits.

The vice admiral's face was ashen. His Armament Haki became unstable, the black energy flickering on the blade. They were the embodiment of justice, swearing to annihilate all pirates and criminals. Now, they were being let go by the enemy like stray dogs. The mental torment was more deadly than the physical wounds.

Whitebeard crossed his arms, looking at Kizaru. His golden eyes held no pity, only indifference towards the weak. Having experienced countless life-or-death battles, he knew all too well what to do in situations like this. He didn't need the Navy's gratitude; he simply needed to abide by the previous agreement.

Shanks maintained his gentle smile. His Conqueror's Haki was ever-present. Dark red arcs of electricity flickered in the air. He warned the Marines: Do not make any foolish moves. This path could be a path to life, or it could instantly become a path to death. If the Marines dared to make any move, the Red-Haired Pirates' blades would be drawn instantly.

Dragon's gaze was fixed intently on Kizaru. He didn't urge him. He had plenty of patience.

Dragon knew Kizaru was intelligent. Intelligent people know how to choose. The Revolutionary Army's ultimate target is the Celestial Dragons, the high and mighty Im. These Marine soldiers are merely tools, blinded by deception. Killing them is pointless.

Time passed. Every second felt like an eternity. The smoke and ruins dissipated. Sunlight illuminated the avenue. At the end of the avenue lay the vast blue sea. And there lay the hope of survival.

In the Navy's eyes, this road was a shameful path to hell. To walk it meant admitting defeat, for justice to bow down. Sento's eyes reddened. He stared intently at the rubble beneath his feet, tears welling in his eyes. He would rather die here than endure such humiliation.

The wind swept across the battlefield once more, whipping up dust that stung the eyes of the naval soldiers. They dared not blink, afraid to miss a single detail. Enemies stood like statues on either side; their very presence was a tremendous deterrent.

The Whitebeard Pirates' flag fluttered in the wind. A giant white-bearded skull. It seemed to mock the Navy's incompetence. The Red-Haired Pirates' flag crackled. Two crossed swords. Symbolizing absolute power. The Revolutionary Army's dragon flag rolled at the highest point. It was a symbol of world-shaking.

Three forces. Three wills. Converging at this moment. Forming an insurmountable mountain. This mountain presses heavily on the navy's backbone, suffocating them. They can only bow their heads.

Sento understood something. Looking at Kizaru's face, he saw the helplessness in his commander's eyes. His strength was instantly drained. His Armament Haki faded.

The other generals sensed the shift in atmosphere. The fire in their hearts, the fire they were prepared to extinguish in a self-destructive struggle, was mercilessly extinguished by the cold water of reality. They knew it was over. It was all over.

The dragon remained standing there. Its voice was deep and imposing.

"Kizaru, take your men and leave."