One Piece: King of the World-Chapter 339: Almost Knocked Marineford Over!

The shockwave unleashed by Newgate swept across the battlefield, forcing Doflamingo, Crocodile, and Bartholomew Kuma to act in unison.

"White Thread Shield!" Doflamingo murmured.

Raising both hands, countless white threads burst from his body and quickly intertwined, forming a massive shield to block the incoming shockwave.

However, Doflamingo's defense was no match for Newgate's overwhelming power. The white threads trembled violently before being shattered. Next, Crocodile bit down on his cigar as golden sand surged around him. In an instant, a towering desert wall formed in front of the group.

But Newgate's attack obliterated that defense as well. The sand wall exploded like scattered petals in a storm.

Still, the combined efforts of Doflamingo and Crocodile had diminished much of the shockwave's force. Then, Bartholomew Kuma stepped forward and activated his ability.

"Ursus Shock," Kuma intoned, expressionless.

A massive, transparent bear paw materialized in front of them and collided with the remnants of the shockwave. A deafening, air-shattering blast followed. Although there were no flames or debris, the concussive force sent the three Warlords stumbling backward. Still, they'd successfully deflected the brunt of the attack.

"So strong… It took three Warlords of the Sea working together just to block that attack?" Smoker muttered, wide-eyed as he rushed across the battlefield.

At that moment, Sakazuki made his move.

Kuzan and Borsalino had already left their posts, but Sakazuki remained seated until now. Slowly, he stood and took a few steps forward. His right arm transformed into molten magma, which dripped and sizzled as it touched the ground.

"If we keep letting that guy show off his power, it'll crush morale," Sakazuki muttered.

His gaze turned cold as he locked onto Newgate's imposing figure. A stiff, humorless smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Newgate noticed Sakazuki's movements immediately, his brows knitting together. He gripped his naginata, Murakumogiri, more firmly.

Then Sakazuki roared:

"Great Eruption!"

With that shout, Sakazuki hurled a magma-fueled punch. Lava surged along his arm and shot skyward, forming a colossal, meteor-like fist that rained down toward Newgate.

"Dance of Roses!"

From seemingly nowhere, Vista sprang into action. His twin sabers flashed, sending two crescent-shaped slashes through the air. Rose-petal-like energy trailed behind the strikes as they met the descending magma fist.

Vista had long been recognized as a master swordsman, and severing something like this wasn't beyond him. His slashes sliced Sakazuki's Great Eruption into four pieces.

However, as Vista landed, Sakazuki's smirk widened.

As one of the Marine Headquarters' three Admirals, Sakazuki wouldn't let his signature technique be neutralized so easily.

The moment the magma fist split, each fragment exploded midair. The pieces transformed into smaller magma fists and continued their trajectory toward the Whitebeard Pirates' fleet.

The sudden turn caught everyone off guard. Within moments, several pirate ships were smashed and set ablaze. One of the massive frigates near Newgate, resembling a colossal white whale, was struck directly. It burst into flames, the searing magma consuming the sails in seconds.

One magma fist hurtled straight toward Newgate.

But the Yonko showed no sign of panic. With a slight smirk, he raised Murakumogiri and impaled the molten mass.

The force pressed down hard on the naginata's handle, but Newgate's grip remained rock steady. Without even a tremble in his arm, he lifted the weapon and casually blew on the magma clinging to the blade. The superheated mass cooled and crumbled to ash with a single puff of his breath.

"You really think a few candles can threaten me on my birthday, Magma Brat?" Newgate sneered, voice dripping with dominance.

Claudius, watching from nearby, burst out laughing. "Ahahahaha! What a bold claim!"

Sakazuki showed no outward reaction. He'd already succeeded in burning several enemy ships. "What's the matter, Newgate? Don't you like this grand funeral I've prepared for you?" he asked coolly.

Newgate tapped Murakumogiri against the ground and chuckled. "Guess it's time to show you punks what real power looks like."

He shook the blade, dislodging the last bits of cooled magma, and then hurled it into the air. The massive weapon spun upward, glinting in the sunlight.

Then Newgate bent his knees slightly, lowering his center of gravity. He raised both arms above his head, his hands outstretched like claws grasping at the sky itself.

Sengoku, watching from the execution platform, immediately barked into the Den Den Mushi:

"All units, prepare for an earthquake!"

Newgate's mouth stretched into a grin as his aura surged. His presence alone felt suffocating. Then he brought his arms down in one swift, powerful motion, dragging invisible shockwaves through the air.

The moment his hands slammed downward, Marineford trembled violently.

"Is he… trying to flip the island?!" Claudius shouted in disbelief, staring at the tilting ground beneath him.

He remained seated, gripping the armrests of his chair as the ground shifted dramatically. Lucci, standing nearby, clutched the back of the chair to keep it steady.

The island tilted roughly 30 degrees. Massive underwater reefs were ripped from the sea, jutting skyward like jagged teeth. Cracks spread across the fortress of justice, fracturing the enormous kanji for "Justice" emblazoned on its walls.

Sengoku widened his stance as the execution platform groaned under the strain. The thick chains binding Weevil, Thatch, and Buckin rattled and strained against the sudden tilt.

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On the battlefield, Marines and pirates alike scrambled to the ground, desperate for stability.

After a few agonizing moments, Marineford stopped tilting and began to shift back into position.

"Don't relax! The real shockwave is coming!" Sakazuki bellowed.

As if on cue, the island snapped back into place. The impact unleashed an even more devastating tremor.

The force blasted across the battlefield. Marines and pirates alike were flung into the air like leaves caught in a hurricane. Some were hurled dozens of meters, while others coughed up blood from the sheer pressure.

Then, for a brief moment, silence blanketed Marineford.

Three seconds passed… five…

Then the wails of the injured rose, a cacophony of agony that filled the war-torn plaza.

Claudius stared at the cracks spreading beneath his feet. "If Thatch and his boys weren't here, they'd probably flip the whole damn island," he muttered.

"Fuffuffuffu… You're not wrong, Claudius!" came Garp's distinctive laugh. He stood a few meters away, having shifted his position during the quake.

Garp casually steadied Borsalino's toppled chair and sat down. "That man isn't called the 'Strongest in the World' for nothing," he said. "He pulled this same stunt to sink an entire country once."

His expression turned somber. "Don't underestimate him just because we have the upper hand. If that old man really loses it… he can destroy the world."