The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

The towering walls of the Marine Headquarters froze into ice sculptures the instant the azure shockwave swept across them, and were then shredded into a sky full of ice mist by the high-frequency vibrating ice crystal dust.

On the right, scorched earth from the molten core!

The execution platform on the right side of the square vaporized and evaporated the instant the orange-red shockwaves swept past, and the foundation rocks melted into a crimson lava lake.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of ionization, and even the steel emplacements were twisted into scrap metal by the high temperature.

Figarando Greeneguin fell between the two strange sights!

As the dust settled, an eerie silence descended upon the central square of Marineford.

One hundred thousand naval soldiers held their breath, their eyes fixed on the ruins, as if their heartbeats had stopped.

"Gulp..." Someone swallowed hard, the sound unusually clear in the silence.

On the high platform, the teacup in Steel Bone's empty hand had long since shattered, and the scalding tea had soaked his trouser leg, but he was completely unaware.

Only his pupils trembled slightly, and his lips were pressed into a straight line.

"This power... it's already at the level of 'Fruit Awakening'!" Kong's voice was hoarse, his bronze muscles bulging with veins from tension.

"It's practically a manifestation of 'natural disaster'." As he was saying this, Kong's personal Den Den Mushi suddenly started blaring.

On the other side, Sengoku adjusted his slipped glasses, his gaze behind the lenses complex and profound: "It's not just about touching..."

He took a deep breath. "Even I wouldn't dare to take this blow head-on!"

If Figarando Grimaldar hadn't possessed near-immortal regenerative abilities...

The instant they made contact... he was already dead.

“Gern…” Zephyr’s brows furrowed behind his sunglasses, “Decades of time…”

You've gone from a lowly rank-and-file soldier fresh out of Navy Headquarters to a full-fledged Admiral!

"That brat actually developed this kind of technique behind the scenes." Garp, unusually, didn't laugh out loud, but instead crossed his arms, his gaze serious.

"If you had this much strength to beat Roger back then, you wouldn't have gotten thrown into the sea! Bastard. Haha!"

In the center of the square, Gern slowly sheathed his sword. The purplish-black lightning on the Black Blade Eight Desolations gradually dissipated, and the blade returned to calm.

He was slightly out of breath, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but the fighting spirit in his eyes remained burning.

"Even so, there's no way to kill him in one hit? It seems that the 'immortality' ability given by Im has a fatal mechanism to protect it!"

Gern's gaze was fixed on the ruins. According to his Observation Haki, although the aura of the Ancient Saint Grin had weakened, it had not disappeared.

At the same time, a rustling sound came from deep within the ruins.

"Cough cough..." The ancient saint Grimm struggled to crawl out of the rubble, his long golden hair almost completely burned away, leaving only a mangled bald head covered in dust and blood.

The wound on his chest was even more shocking, with flesh torn up and purplish-black energy embers remaining at the edges.

He staggered to his feet, the rapier already flying off and stuck somewhere!

“Gern…” Grin’s voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You lowly navy bastards."

"How could it be... how could it be..."

"What?!" Gern sneered, raising his Black Blade Eight Desolations once more.

"Didn't you say at the beginning that the Knights of God were 'immortal'?"

Grimm's face was ashen. He looked down at the wound on his chest, which was healing at an extremely slow pace.

However, compared to the previous recovery speed, it is now almost non-existent under the domineering suppression of Gern.

“It seems your recovery ability isn’t limitless after all.” Gern stepped forward, each step carrying a heavy, oppressive weight.

"Or rather... does your domineering aura happen to be the perfect counter to your abilities?"

Green Saint's pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly regained his arrogant expression: "You think you can beat me like this? Ridiculous!"

"Is that so?" Gern's figure vanished abruptly, reappearing before Gringu Saint, his Black Blade Eight Desolations pointed straight at his throat. "Then let's see!"

"you……"

"What about me?" Gern was blunt, slicing off his arm with an upward slash.

"Ah!!" Grimm cried out in pain, looking at his severed arm not far away, and cursed at Gern with an even more ferocious expression.

"This won't end here. The World Government won't let you get away with this!"

"I'll be waiting anytime." Gern sheathed his black knife, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"However, don't show off next time, and remember to bring more people."

After saying that, Gern once again swung his sword upwards, severing off Gringu Saint's only remaining left arm.

"You... Ahhh!"

And so, right before everyone's eyes, they went from being the proud knights of the gods to the defeated barking dogs!

"Stop yelling!" Just as Gern's black blade was about to sever Grin's head, an indescribable sense of oppression suddenly descended.

His pupils contracted sharply, his hair stood on end, and he instinctively retreated hundreds of meters, holding the Black Blade Eight Desolations horizontally in front of his chest, his eyes filled with vigilance.

“This feeling…” Gern’s Observation Haki went into overdrive, cold sweat beading on his forehead, “It’s even more dangerous than when I faced Roger!”

On the other side, Green Saint's originally desperate eyes suddenly turned into terror.

He struggled to his feet with his remaining legs and staggered toward Gern: "No! I don't want to go back!"

"I, Figarando Grimguin, will never forgive this disgrace..."

His words abruptly stopped, and strange white smoke began to rise from his body, his skin gradually melting away like snow exposed to sunlight.

“This is…” Gern frowned as he looked at the scene, lowering his black knife slightly, but his vigilance remained undiminished.

Green Ancient Saint's body disintegrated as he ran, his expression contorted, his voice filled with resentment and fear.

"Gern! I will never forget anything that happened today!"

Before he finished speaking, his body completely vanished into thin air, leaving only a huge, strange magic circle on the plaza floor that emitted a faint glow!

The entire Marineford fell into a deathly silence; everyone was shocked by this sudden turn of events.

“Gone…” Libo’s eyes widened, her rabbit ears standing straight up. “Where did that annoying guy go?”

Tesoro's eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered, "It seems to be some kind of teleportation..."

"Has he made a move...?" At the same time, seeing this scene, Gern turned his gaze and looked up at the high platform, his brows furrowed.

On the high platform, Kong's expression was equally solemn, and their eyes met.

At the same time, the Den Den Mushi in Kong's palm suddenly spoke, its voice cold and deep, clearly the voice of one of the Five Elders.

"The World Government has determined that Gern Reginald Sigma and his adjutant, Navy Headquarters Lieutenant Ripo Hope, are innocent!"

The sound was like thunder, echoing across the silent square.

"The Celestial Dragons, Rothwald and his son, have damaged relations between the Navy and the World Government and will be executed in Mary Geoise as a public example," the Den Den Mushi continued.

"So... let's leave it at that. Steelbone Sky."

After speaking, the Den Den Mushi closed its eyes and remained silent.

Chapter 164 Justice!!

The moment the Den Den Mushi was turned off, Marineford fell into a brief silence.

Because the high platform of the steel-framed station has a broadcast effect, when the broadcast echoes in Marineford...

The world government's compromise exploded like a thunderbolt in everyone's hearts.

The naval soldiers looked at each other in disbelief, as if trying to confirm whether they had misheard.

"The World Government... compromised?" a young marine muttered to himself, his weapon trembling slightly.

"A Celestial Dragon was executed?" Another soldier's eyes widened, his voice filled with undisguised shock. "This... how is this possible?"

In the center of the square, Gern slowly withdrew his gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He strode toward the magic circle left behind by the vanished Saint Grimm, each step steady and powerful.

Looking at the magic circle that emitted a faint light, Gern crouched down and gently placed his left hand on it.

In an instant, vibrating particles spread from his palm, covering the entire magic circle like a spider web.

The ground began to tremble slightly, and tiny cracks spread outwards from the center of his palm.

"Crack—crack—" The cracking sound gradually became clearer, and the light of the magic circle flickered as it vibrated.

"What is he trying to do?" On the high platform, Sengoku frowned, his eyes fixed on Gern's movements.

“This kid…” Garp grinned, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

The next second, Gern's left hand suddenly exerted force, and the vibration particles exploded completely!

"boom!!!"

The ground centered on the magic circle instantly cracked, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere.

The magic circle was violently shattered into dust, which rose into the air with the shockwave, turning into a hazy gray mist.

Or rather, what was shattered was not the magic circle left behind, but the influence left by the World Government within the Navy!

After doing all this, Gern stood up, raising his left hand high, the lingering vibrations still present in his palm.

His gaze swept across the surroundings, from the shocked naval soldiers to the generals on the high platform.

The final image focuses on Ribo, who is being protected in the center by Sakazuki and his two companions in the distance.

Libo's bunny ears stood up high, and Gern's image was reflected in her pink eyes.

She seemed to have realized what he was about to do!

Her face flushed slightly with excitement, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

Sure enough, Gern took a deep breath, and his voice boomed like thunder:

"justice--!!!"

Those two simple words seemed to ignite everyone's passion.

After a brief silence, the entire Marineford erupted in excitement!

"Justice!!!" Ten thousand navy soldiers shouted in unison, the sound waves sweeping across every corner like a tsunami.

"Major General Gern!!!" The soldiers brandished their weapons, their eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

"This kid... he really knows how to stir people up." Sengoku shook his head, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Zephyr crossed his arms, his gaze behind his sunglasses deep and proud: "This is my disciple."

On the main seat of the high platform, Gang Gu Kong's resolute face seemed to melt away like solid ice, his taut lines gradually relaxing, and finally turning into a relieved chuckle.

A long-lost glint of passion flashed in the eyes of this iron-willed marshal.

Once upon a time, he was also a passionate soldier who shouted for justice on the battlefield.

"A new era for the Navy..." Kong murmured, turning to look at Sengoku.

Then he noticed that Sengoku was looking at Gern with the same pleased expression.

Yes! During his golden age of commanding the navy, Sengoku strategized, Garp roamed the seas, and Zephyr nurtured talents.

By the time the Warring States period arrived, a new generation of pillars had already risen.

Sakazuki's absolute justice, Kuzan's passion, Borsalino's stoicism, and Gorn who shook the world.

The tides of time never cease, and the torch of justice will eventually be passed to an even more dazzling new star.

And when times change once again...

When Kong's gaze finally settled on the figure wielding a black sword, being enthusiastically chanted by 100,000 marines...

A meaningful smile curved at the corners of his mouth.

He seemed to see a future unfolding before his eyes: when times changed once more, when power was finally handed over to that man...

"By then..." Kong murmured to himself, his voice tinged with anticipation and wistfulness.

"The Navy is really just the Navy now, Gern."