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Cough!

Kugh—!

Kizaru spat out two more mouthfuls of blood.

The barrage of attacks from moments ago had nearly inflicted serious injuries on him.

His body continuously shifted between its Logia state and physical form, trying to minimize the damage.

But that very process became a problem.

Each transition exposed him to another attack.

Each impact brought a wave of pain.

The accumulated damage finally overwhelmed him, forcing blood from his mouth.

"Yata Mirror!"

Kizaru slowly raised his right hand.

Countless golden particles gathered within his palm.

The light condensed into a brilliant mirror-like surface.

As more energy accumulated, it grew brighter and brighter.

Like a miniature sun about to erupt.

Suddenly—

A dazzling beam of light shot outward.

The beam reflected and refracted through surrounding objects, creating a complex path of light across the battlefield.

A winding road of light.

A highway built for a man who moved at the speed of light.

Using that path—

Kizaru vanished.

His body bounced rapidly between points of reflected light.

He intended to break through the encirclement and escape.

Then—

A bone-chilling cold suddenly swept over him.

The temperature plummeted.

Even Kizaru felt a shiver run through his body.

Three figures instantly moved into position.

Forming a perfect triangular formation.

Completely sealing every remaining escape route.

"Ice Age!"

"Ice Age!"

"Ice Age!"

Three voices roared simultaneously.

Three users of the Ice-Ice Fruit unleashed their strongest technique at the same moment.

Endless waves of freezing air erupted outward.

Everything within dozens of meters was frozen solid.

The battlefield transformed into a world of ice.

The air itself seemed frozen.

Even time felt slower.

"This is..."

Kizaru’s eyes widened.

"Aokiji’s power?!"

Before he could react further—

The surrounding environment changed completely.

A gigantic block of crystal-clear ice formed around him.

A massive frozen prison.

A perfect cube of absolute cold.

Kizaru was sealed inside.

Frozen solid.

Like an insect trapped in amber.

Only his eyes continued to move.

The lazy gaze that normally defined him now carried unmistakable frustration.

For the moment, even he couldn’t break free.

The Whitebeard Pirates finally relaxed slightly.

Only slightly.

No one lowered their guard.

Everyone knew they were dealing with an Admiral.

"Hahaha!"

Jozu burst out laughing.

"We actually captured a Marine Admiral alive!"

Even across the entire sea, that achievement would be enough to boast about forever.

His laughter echoed across the battlefield.

Marco, however, remained cautious.

"That’s enough celebrating."

His eyes never left the frozen prison.

"Kizaru can break out at any time."

His tone was serious.

Even frozen, an Admiral remained an Admiral.

One mistake could turn the entire situation around.

"Yeah, yeah."

Jozu grinned.

"I know."

"I’m just enjoying the moment."

But despite his words, his expression had become much more focused.

He understood the danger better than anyone.

Walking up to the massive ice block, Jozu stared at the trapped Admiral.

Then he suddenly smiled.

"If he’s going to break out eventually anyway..."

His grin widened.

"Why don’t we help him come out?"

"Hehehe."

A translucent white vibration field gathered between Jozu’s hands.

The surrounding space visibly distorted.

Then—

He grabbed forward.

CRACK!

A fracture appeared in the air itself.

As though reality had been torn apart.

"Hit him while he’s down!"

Jozu shouted excitedly.

"s, let’s finish this!"

The other users of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit powers instantly understood his intentions.

Now was the perfect opportunity.

Kizaru was trapped.

Unable to evade.

Unable to fully utilize his speed.

"Captain Jozu, I’m in!"

One pirate rushed forward eagerly.

"Count me in too!"

Another joined immediately.

"Hahaha! Beating up an Admiral is amazing!"

"I’ve wanted to do this for years!"

One of them cracked his knuckles.

"This punch is using every bit of strength I’ve got!"

Soon—

All the Tremor-Tremor Fruit users gathered around the frozen prison.

Every face was filled with excitement.

Power rapidly accumulated in their fists.

Then Jozu gave the order.

"Attack!"

Seven people unleashed their strongest attacks simultaneously.

"Quake Impact!"

"Mountain-Shattering Strike!"

"Take This!"

"Super Quake Punch!"

"Quake Crusher!"

"Earthbreaker!"

"Maximum Quake Blast!"

Every single person had invented their own technique name.

And every single one shouted it at the top of their lungs.

The scene was absurd.

And terrifying.

Inside the ice prison—

For the first time in years—

Kizaru felt genuine panic.

His heart leaped into his throat.

His body remained completely frozen.

His powers couldn’t fully activate.

One Tremor-Tremor Fruit attack was already painful enough.

But now—

Seven of them were coming at him simultaneously.

The overwhelming pressure nearly suffocated him.

Looking at the barrage rushing toward him—

Only one thought remained in his mind.

I’m finished.

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