"Kill them all!!!"
Excluding the Marine forces in the western part of the island—which York had already completely cleared out—the chaotic battle between the pirates and the Marine forces in the eastern sector was exceptionally fierce.
As the main vanguard forces of both sides violently collided, lives were snuffed out as if they were entirely worthless.
By the time York casually arrived at the scene, both sides were already fighting with savage, bloodthirsty intensity. Only a small, cowardly number of pirates considered fleeing. On the Marine side, although the soldiers were also consumed by the bloody frenzy of battle, they were at least able to maintain an orderly advance and retreat under the strict command of the high-ranking officers present, causing the disorganized pirate mobs to retreat steadily.
"In that direction."
York utilized his Advanced Observation Haki to pinpoint the massive command ship where Vice Admiral Tsuru and Admiral Zephyr were currently located. With a single, explosive step on the air using Geppo, he shot towards the flagship like an arrow released from a heavy bow.
"He's coming! It's York!"
On the deck of the Marine flagship.
As the Flame Emperor rushed toward them through the sky, Tsuru and Zephyr, who were actively giving tactical commands, immediately sensed his overwhelming, apocalyptic arrival.
Tsuru's expression instantly turned grave.
She vividly recalled the terrifying incident back in Water 7, where she, Sengoku, and Garp were ultimately outmaneuvered and defeated by York. That devastating explosion and the blinding white light truly felt like a demonic force capable of destroying the entire world.
Zephyr, standing tall beside her, also looked incredibly serious. However, unlike Tsuru, he had only heard secondary reports about York's monstrous strength and had zero actual combat contact with him. Thus, his tactical mindset was entirely different from the Vice Admiral's.
As a reigning Admiral of the Marines, Zephyr was absolutely confident that even if he couldn't single-handedly capture the Emperor, it shouldn't be difficult to halt his advance right here and now.
Therefore, as he watched York fly over the island like a blazing comet, Zephyr immediately leaped high up from the wooden deck of the warship to intercept him.
Dense, jet-black Armament Haki violently enveloped his right fist and wrist, flowing at an incredibly high frequency. The sheer density of the Haki made it look as if his massive fist was entirely coated in a layer of dark, shimmering oil.
"Flame Emperor York! Come and taste the absolute justice of Black Arm Zephyr!!"
York, speeding toward him through the sky, narrowed his glowing eyes and tightly gripped the handle of his massive sword.
Flowing Armament Haki (Ryuo) streamed violently from his gripping hand directly onto the blade hidden inside the sheath. Just as he was about to physically collide with the Admiral, York executed a flawlessly beautiful, lethal Flying Drawing Slash.
"Shomyo!" (Dawn)
A devastating burst of blazing white flame roared out the very moment the sword was drawn from its scabbard. It collided violently in mid-air with Zephyr's Haki-coated punch, the friction instantly transforming the impact into a massive fire tornado that completely engulfed Zephyr's body.
Zephyr had acutely sensed the lethal danger a split second before York drew his sword. His expression rapidly shifted from solemn, absolute confidence to profound apprehension.
He instantly hardened his entire body with Armament Haki, barely managing to physically withstand the scorching heat of York's drawing slash. However, precisely because he had to spread his defense, he was unable to concentrate all his Haki onto a single, offensive point. When York effortlessly exerted a second, physical burst of force through the blade, Zephyr was involuntarily knocked completely out of the fire tornado and slammed heavily back down onto the warship's deck.
Such an attack was certainly not enough to severely injure an Admiral of Zephyr's caliber, but in the very next, terrifying instant—
CLANG!
A sharp, deafening sword cry echoed across the entire battlefield.
The entire colossal warship was struck as if by a massive, invisible cannonball. A huge, structural indentation appeared on its armored hull, and then it exploded with an apocalyptic roar.
In the critical microsecond before detonation, Zephyr only barely managed to use Moonwalk to escape the explosion himself. Tsuru and their two subordinate officers did the exact same.
The four of them bounded frantically into the sky, managing to escape the blast radius virtually unscathed.
But it was a profound, tragic pity for the elite Marine forces stationed on that entire ship; only a tiny handful would survive the fiery explosion that followed.
"YORK!!"
Absolute, burning rage surged in Zephyr's eyes. There were dozens of young, promising recruits on that ship whom he had personally brought along to gain field experience.
"I will absolutely capture you!!"
Amidst a deafening, angry roar, Zephyr combined Moonwalk and Soru (Shave) to charge violently toward York.
York easily, casually swung his glowing sword to block the Admiral's devastating punch and sneered. "What the hell is there to be so angry about, Zephyr? Isn't it perfectly normal for both armies to suffer heavy casualties in a war? Who told you fools to blindly start this war without properly considering my existence?!"
Zephyr heard this arrogant pragmatism and spat bitterly, "I sincerely hope you can easily say the exact same words when your own subordinates are slaughtered one day!"
"I would never assign my Vanguard to face enemies they absolutely cannot defeat!"
York was completely, utterly unfazed. The long sword in his hand once again erupted in blazing white flames, attempting to entirely engulf Zephyr for a second time.
Zephyr's eyes narrowed sharply, and the veteran instructor wisely chose to retreat proactively to avoid being incinerated.
York's massive flame slash missed its physical target. Without missing a beat, York immediately wrapped Advanced Conqueror's Haki around the glowing blade.
Thick, black-and-red lightning violently intertwined within the pure white flames wrapped around the steel, making it look exactly like a demonic sword of thunder and fire forged in hell.
York gripped the handle tightly with both hands and unleashed a truly serious, world-splitting slash.
"Getsuga Tenshō!!"
The apocalyptic mixture of Haoshoku lightning and 6000°C flames transformed into a massive, blinding crescent moon wave, roaring directly toward Zephyr.
Zephyr's pupils contracted to pinpricks. He immediately used the maximum output of Armament Haki Emission, crossing his black arms and barely managing to block the edge of the descending slash.
Flames and black-and-red lightning roared past both sides of his body, melting the air itself. Tsuru and the two subordinate officers, who desperately wanted to assist their Admiral, couldn't even physically get close due to the sheer, suffocating heat and spiritual pressure.
Just as Zephyr finally managed to block the brunt of York's devastating energy attack, York utilized the blinding flash of the slash as cover to instantly Soru directly behind Zephyr.
Flipping the long blade, York ruthlessly struck out with the heavy steel pommel.
The sword handle was tightly wrapped in dense Conqueror's Haki, and although there were no flames swirling around the hilt, the blunt-force technique employed was a flawlessly stolen, replicated version of Vice Admiral Garp's legendary 'Fist Bone' impact.
A devastating, heavy blow struck the direct center of the back of Zephyr's neck.
The Admiral immediately let out a pained, muffled groan. His eyes rolled back, and he plummeted violently downward toward the churning sea like a kite with a broken string.
York turned his body in mid-air, his glowing eyes locking onto Tsuru and the two terrified subordinate officers hovering not far away.
With a casual, almost lazy flick of his wrist, Holy Light Tentacles carrying pure, blinding white light roared out like vipers.
Tsuru was incredibly agile; even with so many erratic tentacles shooting toward her, she utilized Paper Art and managed to flawlessly weave through and escape them.
However, the two younger subordinate officers were slightly slower in their reactions. They were violently struck by the ethereal tentacles, which tightly wrapped around their ankles and wrists, respectively.
Their eyes rapidly glazed over, their bodies instantly began to soften from the debilitating pleasure, and they, too, fell limply toward the sea like the defeated Admiral.
York smoothly sheathed his massive sword, used Moonwalk and Soru, and rapidly rushed directly toward Tsuru.
The Vice Admiral gritted her teeth, ultimately choosing not to flee. She knew she couldn't outrun him. Instead, she concentrated and wrapped the purifying power of the Woshu Woshu no Mi (Wash-Wash Fruit) entirely around her hands, opting for a desperate, mutual-destruction approach.
First, she deliberately allowed York to close the distance and grab her by the throat. Then, she viciously countered by grabbing York's wrist, placing her other glowing hand tightly against the center of the Emperor's chest, right over his heart.
The ultimate purification power of the Wash-Wash Fruit was injected directly into York's body. But the result was like tossing a pebble into a raging ocean—it had absolutely no effect whatsoever.
York allowed Tsuru to fruitlessly continue her purification while he casually injected his own overwhelming power of pleasure into her body with his free hand.
"Your little parlor trick was entirely ineffective against me back in Water 7. Did you honestly, foolishly think it would somehow work on me now?" York sneered, his grip tightening slightly.
"My actions are completely guided by a clear, unburdened heart! Everything I do is my own absolute Justice!" York declared, his eyes burning with terrifying, unwavering conviction. "I truly believe, deep down in my core, that I am the side of Justice!"
Tsuru gasped, realizing with horror that York felt absolutely zero guilt or inner turmoil for his atrocities. His soul couldn't be 'washed' because he was entirely at peace with his darkness.
"Now," York whispered, his tone dropping. "Obediently fall."
He suddenly leaned close to Tsuru's ear, his voice laced with the devastating aura of his Awakening. "I'm going to make you climax all the way to heaven."
Tsuru stared stubbornly, furiously at York, fighting the rising, overwhelming heat in her body.
"You... pervert!"
"Hahahaha!"
York laughed uproariously toward the dark sky. Then, Tsuru's fierce gaze gradually shifted from resolute defiance to deeply flushed embarrassment. The large areas of mature skin exposed by her swimsuit gradually took on a bright pink hue, her breathing turning ragged, making York's heart stir slightly.
However, York did not have the habit of live streaming his conquests outdoors in the middle of a warzone.
He physically supported the melting Tsuru with one arm and released a cluster of Holy Light Tentacles imbued with the power of absolute drowsiness with the other, effectively fishing the unconscious Zephyr and the officers safely out of the sea below.
Then, utilizing his Haki, he coldly shouted at the remaining, terrified survivors of the Marine fleet.
"GET LOST!!"
His voice echoed like thunder. "Admiral Zephyr and Vice Admiral Tsuru are now officially my political prisoners! I'll spare your pathetic lives for now so you can deliver a message!"
"Remember to go back to Marineford and tell Fleet Admiral Sengoku that sending a mere Admiral to capture me... who the hell does he think he is looking down on?!"
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