Chapter 304: Seamlessly Coordinated Combat

"WHAT?!"

The sudden declaration sent shockwaves reverberating across the entire battlefield.

The officer stepping forward was none other than one of the Navy's elite Admirals—Borsalino, Admiral Kizaru!

"KIZARU! Do you have any idea what you're doing?!" Akainu bellowed at his colleague, his heart seized by utter, unadulterated shock.

Impossible. This was completely impossible!

He had calculated that lower-tier Marines might follow Weitian, but he had never imagined Kizaru would align with her!

It defied all logical parameters—Kizaru belonged to his generation, a veteran comrade who had bled alongside him for decades. Even if Kizaru harbored grievances over high-level decisions, taking a step like this was...

"Ooh~ Sakazuki, my apologies, but I've decided that standing alongside human trash like them just doesn't suit my taste," Kizaru mused, gesturing casually toward the trapped Celestial Dragons.

With those words, he stepped smoothly behind Weitian to anchor her line.

Thick, furious veins bulged across Akainu's forehead. That yellow-clad bastard was spouting utter nonsense—when it came to the Celestial Dragons, every veteran Marine held identical revulsion.

To claim Kizaru joined Weitian's rebellion purely out of hatred for the World Nobles was a lie Akainu would never swallow.

What kind of hypnotic promise had Weitian offered Kizaru to convince an unbothered, chronically detached man to plunge headfirst into a dangerous revolutionary tide?

Anyone with tactical foresight could see that aligning with Weitian offered zero guaranteed future.

It meant standing in direct, open opposition to the World Government.

Yet under the current circumstances, zero strategists on the field could predict the ultimate outcome; the World Government itself was visibly struggling to preserve its existence.

In the largest, most cataclysmic war in recorded history, the Navy—the global peacekeeping apparatus of the seas—had officially fractured into two distinct factions.

Before the eyes of the entire world, the newly forged Neo-Marines led by Weitian had grown into a formidable force capable of matching the Original Navy step for step.

Yet one fundamental question remained!

Under the gaze of all humanity, Weitian turned her focus toward Supreme Commander Dragon. "In your vision of the future, what role do you expect us to play?"

"Upholding true justice across the world!" Dragon answered without a second's hesitation, his voice ringing loud and clear across the plaza.

He recognized that the majority of officers who had broken away from the Navy retained a genuine, burning desire to represent authentic justice.

A true, uncorrupted justice!

"In that case..." Weitian offered a serene smile, embers of crimson fire dancing across her fingertips. "Let us fight!"

"All forces, hear my command! Advance into the Holy Land and eradicate every last Celestial Dragon!"

"Understood~" The absolute first officer to charge into battle was none other than Kizaru!

The sight left the Straw Hat Pirates completely flabbergasted and the Dragon Flag Pirates utterly dumbfounded.

This... was far too surreal!

The abrupt shift in the strategic landscape had left them completely unable to process the reality—a major faction of the Navy had... just turned traitor on the spot?

What the outside world failed to grasp was that these Marines had long lost their way in a maze of moral confusion.

Weitian's emergence provided the beacon of hope they desperately craved, and with Kizaru taking the lead, every lingering doubt vanished instantly.

The strategic tide inverted completely! The Neo-Marines and the Revolutionary Army forged an absolute joint offensive, sweeping into the Original Navy's lines with overwhelming force. The initial clash degraded into a total, one-sided push.

Dragon refrained from executing the captured Celestial Dragons on the spot. The World Nobles had to be brought before the eyes of the world for a public, symbolic execution—a global declaration that the corrupt, decaying reign of the Celestial Dragons had officially come to an end.

On the upper plateau, the four brothers formed a tight square formation, encircling Im at the absolute center.

"You're not escaping!" Drake initiated the assault, his spatial powers functioning as both elite tactical support for his brothers and an unstoppable frontline weapon.

A continuous sequence of spatial fractures detonated through the atmosphere as Drake concentrated immense spatial pressure into his fists, every heavy strike cratering the bedrock around Im's coordinates.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

"Over here!" Drake materialized directly on Im's left flank, driving a spatial-infused fist squarely toward her temple.

CRACK! The atmospheric fabric severed!

ROAR... KABOOM!

Spatial forces tore through the surroundings, trapping Im at the absolute epicenter of the gravitational distortion.

The ground collapsed, pulverized stone shooting in all directions.

Drake shifted his physical coordinates continuously—Im's combat mass was terrifyingly absolute, requiring extreme, uncompromising vigilance.

BANG! Im suddenly broke through the spatial pressure, lunging straight toward Drake's position.

"Drake, WATCH OUT!" Ace's eyes narrowed sharply as he thrust his fiery spear forward, though Drake had already vanished into thin air.

At his current movement velocity, zero combatants on the field could intercept his short-range spatial warps.

Even Advanced Observation Haki capable of reading the future failed to capture his movement vector.

"So fast!" Luffy gasped in genuine awe, unable to pinpoint where Drake would rematerialize next.

What kind of absurd movement speed was this?!

Im clamped a hand around Ace's spear, her frame dissolving into a cloud of pitch-black fog as she snapped a high-kick toward Ace's flank.

BANG! Before the kick could make contact with Ace, an invisible spatial barrier materialized in open airspace to absorb the kinetic strike.

That barrier again!

Im's brows knit in annoyance. Exerting maximum physical pressure through her leg, the spatial barrier shattered like fragile glass.

To think she could shatter a spatial wall with pure physical output!

With zero time to marvel, Drake materialized directly behind Im's back, unleashing a sweeping slash from his blade, Canhong, that carved a dimensional tear through open airspace.

"Hm?" Im offered a subtle hum of surprise, raising her hand to parry the strike as an overwhelming kinetic weight slammed into her palm.

"SEVER!" Drake condensed his aura to a razor-sharp point, an endless reservoir of kinetic energy pouring from his sword.

"Dark Iron!"

A shroud of pitch-black fog enveloped Im's forearm, revealing a lustrous, pitch-black limb that absorbed Drake's blade directly before his eyes.

"So dense!"

Drake gritted his teeth as the edge of Canhong scraped against the blackened arm, showering the air with blinding sparks without leaving behind a single scratch.

Drake's slashing density was capable of bypassing standard Armament Haki defenses—so what in the world was this black coating?

"Now then... can you still slip away?" Im clamped her fingers around the blade of Canhong, driving a fist straight toward Drake's chest.

In the microsecond of extreme peril, Drake instinctively deployed his peak defensive posture, stacking multiple layers of spatial barriers before his body.

KABOOM!

Im's fist punched straight through layer after layer of spatial walls, coming to a halt mere millimeters from Drake's chest—a display of raw power that left his heart hammering in terror.

Her physical strength was horrifying beyond measure; the spatial barriers crumbled upon touch.

"GUM-GUM..."

A compressed rocket-fist plunged down from the heavens, targeting Im's face.

Im shifted her focus, driving her fist upward to meet Luffy's strike head-on.

KABOOM!

Raw energy saturated the open airspace, shattering surrounding structures into dust as Luffy let out a sharp cry, blasted backward through the clouds.

Im's baseline physical output was simply too overwhelming.

Suddenly, a dense array of fiery dragon claws erupted from the upper cloud layer, blotting out the sky as they plunged down toward Im.

"Fire Dragon: SEAL!" Sabo crossed his forearms before his chest, channeling his full aura into the technique.

Each flaming claw radiated destructive kinetic pressure, pinning Im's movements to the stone floor.

"Good! I'll add the locking mechanism!" Drake clapped his hands together, forcing the surrounding spatial fabric to vibrate wildly as localized gravity condensed from all directions, locking Im's frame in a spatial vice.

Even the subterranean bedrock beneath her boots was locked down tight.

An absolute, zero-dead-angle spatial seal!

"Ace! USE THAT MOVE!"

"GOT IT!" Ace transformed into a fiery titan, soaring into the highest atmosphere before leveling his heavy spear, channeling endless infernal flames into the tip.

"Single-Point Piercing... NAMELESS FLAME SPEAR!" With a fierce roar, Ace cut through the atmospheric layers, diving straight toward Im's pinned coordinate, driving his spear forward with absolute, unreserved force!

"Let me lend you one final boost!" Drake layered dense, compressed spatial energy over the tip of Ace's spear—if there were a solitary flaw in Ace's maximum-output strike, it lay strictly in the physical durability of the weapon itself.

Reinforced by spatial power, the destructive density of the Nameless Flame Spear multiplied exponentially!

GO!

END THIS WAR ONCE AND FOR ALL!