"It's a pity, truly a pity…"
Katakuri shook his head again and again, hating his own weakness more and more. Why was he so powerless?
"Brother Katakuri… we might as well make a move."
Oven, who had finally regained consciousness, lowered his head as he spoke. The words weren't complete, but Katakuri immediately understood his meaning: escape from prison.
"Forget it."
"We can't get out of here."
Katakuri's mind was still clear, and he decisively rejected Oven's proposal.
Meanwhile, as time dragged on, Marine's situation grew worse—worse than ever before.
Although the Kamui Pirates were few in number, every one of them was an elite fighter. They were worthy of being called an elite force.
When they got serious, the combat power they unleashed was no joke.
Even though Marine had tens of thousands of soldiers, sheer numbers couldn't make up the difference. They were still overwhelmed.
And Marine Fleet Admiral Sengoku, faced with this desperate situation, could do nothing.
"Damn it!"
"If this goes on, the entire army really will be wiped out!"
Sengoku paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, his frustration boiling over.
If Marine were to be defeated here, it would be equivalent to declaring to the whole world that Marine was nothing but trash.
If such a thing happened, the consequences would be profound.
In this world where strength is everything…
The moment you show weakness, other forces will pounce.
Why had Marine managed to sit firmly on the throne as the world's top power all these years, keeping every other faction in check?
It wasn't because of virtue.
It was because Marine was strong—backed by a core of powerful Admirals and elites.
Marine never convinced the world with kindness, but with fists.
To put it bluntly, Marine fought pirates day and night, creating an atmosphere of fear: defy Marine, and you will be crushed.
But now the situation was dire. If they suffered defeat here, Sengoku wasn't sure Marine would be able to maintain its grip on the seas.
After all, Marine had made countless enemies over the years.
Many pirate crews secretly despised them, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
And let's not forget—the Four Emperors still ruled the seas. Shanks might be reasonable, but the other three overlords were terrifying monsters in their own right.
This was why Sengoku was so anxious.
He wanted nothing more than to join forces with Garp and Zephyr to deal with Kronos directly.
But he quickly dismissed the thought. Unrealistic. Reckless. A luxury they could not afford.
Suddenly—!
As Sengoku struggled to find a way forward, a terrifying figure plummeted from the sky like a hunting eagle!
The man who landed had messy hair, light armor, and eyes that glowed with a terrifying light. Just one glance from him sent shivers through Sengoku's heart.
The soldiers on the warship recognized him instantly—their worst memories, which they had tried so hard to forget, came flooding back all at once.
"It's… it's him! Why is he here?!"
"Damn it, why are we so unlucky? Why do we always run into this guy?!"
Two Marine Rear Admirals cried out, trembling violently.
The moment they saw this man, terror gripped them. Their legs shook uncontrollably, refusing to hold them steady.
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