Whitebeard's deep voice rumbled across the battlefield, his words carrying the weight of the sea itself.
"That's right. Even my former Captain, Rocks, never mastered such a terrifying attack. If he had, that battle at God Valley would've ended differently!"
He paused, eyes narrowing as his sharp instincts pieced together the truth.
"Based on my years of combat, this must be a fusion of Conqueror's Haki and a Devil Fruit's power," he said gravely.
Everyone around him froze in shock.
"A fusion of Haki and a Devil Fruit?"
Whitebeard nodded, his massive frame casting a shadow over the trembling Marines. "Not a simple overlap, but a true fusion—giving Conqueror's Haki the very properties of a Devil Fruit!"
A brilliant gleam flashed in his eyes as he watched the blazing crimson aura above the battlefield.
Marco, Jozu, Vista, and the others swallowed hard. The terrifying sight before them was beyond belief.
They had already seen Ashveil's abilities in the papers. No one knew how he had gained so many powers, but it was clear—this young man commanded multiple Devil Fruits.
Now, with his overwhelming Conqueror's Haki fusing with them, his strength reached a level that defied imagination.
Whitebeard laughed thunderously, swinging Murakumogiri in a wide arc that sent dozens of Marines flying.
"Gurarara! That kid Ashveil is something else. Don't worry, my sons—even if the Admirals joined forces, they wouldn't stand a chance against him!"
Nearby, Doflamingo smirked, manipulating a Marine Rear Admiral with invisible strings. His gaze locked on Ashveil as his grin widened.
"What a terrifying monster… The future belongs to you, kid," he muttered with twisted admiration.
Hawkeye Mihawk's piercing eyes caught the blazing light above.
"So, back when you fought me, you weren't even using your full power," he said quietly. "Truly remarkable."
High above, Morgans captured every moment through his camera, his feathers trembling in excitement.
"Haha! This is history in the making! Ashveil might not lose this war after all!"
He focused the lens on the sky, where the colossal crimson fist of flames—formed from Ashveil's Conqueror's Haki—descended toward the Marine Headquarters.
The heat distorted the air, turning the very sky into a furnace.
"Damn it!" Aokiji growled. "He's aiming for Marineford itself—the symbol of peace! We can't let him succeed!"
Frigid mist erupted from his body as the temperature plummeted.
"Ice Age!"
An immense wave of cold surged upward, meeting the blazing Haki fist. Steam exploded between the two forces as frost and flame clashed.
In seconds, thick fog blanketed the battlefield, and ice began to crust over the fiery construct.
"Did it… stop it?" Aokiji muttered, breathing heavily.
Ashveil remained calm, his eyes unblinking. The next moment, the frozen layer shattered and fell in massive chunks, punching deep holes into the ground below.
Kizaru frowned, light gathering in his palms until a sword of pure radiance formed.
"What a terrifying creature… Tokikake, we'll have to handle this together."
Vice Admiral Tokikake's blade glimmered, channeling his full strength as he slashed at the sky.
A crimson arc of energy joined with Kizaru's light slash, and Aokiji added a layer of razor-sharp ice.
The combined attack screamed through the air, warping the atmosphere as it struck the flaming fist.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion ripped through Marineford. The heavens themselves seemed to split apart. The shockwave blasted through the city, carving a crater a thousand meters deep and sending winds strong enough to tear ships apart.
Lightning danced through the clouds as the sky was stripped bare.
Marines clung to the ground, eyes wide with horror.
"A natural disaster… He caused it himself!"
"Only a monster could wield such power!"
Vice Admiral Onigumo trembled, his blades rattling in his grip.
"If I were near that blast… I'd be unconscious in an instant," he whispered.
From afar, Sengoku watched through binoculars, his brow furrowed.
"I can't let this continue… If I do, I'll have to intervene myself," he muttered, frustration lacing his tone.
But then his expression darkened. The shattered fragments of Ashveil's flaming Haki were raining down, each ember powerful enough to obliterate entire buildings.
Veins bulged on his forehead.
If those fragments reached the Headquarters Building—if they touched what lay beneath—it would expose one of the world's deepest secrets.
"No," Sengoku growled, slamming his hands down. "I can't let this boy destroy it."
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