Rosinante charged headfirst into the tsunami, and his overwhelming power instantly blasted a massive hole straight through the towering wave.
No matter how terrifying the tsunami's force was, it could not stop Rosinante after opening the Eight Gates. His full-powered strikes shattered the monstrous walls of water apart.
But just as Whitebeard feared, there were simply too many tsunamis.
Wave after wave surged endlessly like an unbroken tide.
After Rosinante tore through one tsunami, another immediately crashed toward him.
Left with no other choice, Rosinante changed tactics.
Instead of completely annihilating the waves, he focused on suppressing their momentum.
Inside the raging sea, Rosinante threw a punch.
The blood-red dragon roared outward, instantly piercing through layer after layer of tsunami from the center.
Then he kicked.
The crimson dragon swept across the ocean, tearing entire sections of the giant waves apart.
One tsunami after another was smashed into fragments by Night Guy.
But Rosinante did not rely purely on brute force to erase them entirely.
Instead, he continuously shattered the waves apart, dispersing their power and breaking their momentum, greatly weakening the destructive force of the tsunamis.
"Is this really something a human can do?" one Whitebeard Pirate crew member muttered in complete shock.
"This is unbelievable… it's practically a miracle," the allied pirate captains whispered blankly.
"The tsunamis are being suppressed!" Jozu shouted excitedly.
"The Dragon King is far stronger than we imagined," another division commander said with disbelief.
The crimson dragon danced through the ocean like a sea god ruling over the waters themselves.
Wherever it passed, the overwhelming tsunamis were subdued.
Everyone watching the scene stood there utterly dumbfounded.
"Eight Gates…" Whitebeard said solemnly. "What a terrifying power."
If Rosinante had used this technique against him earlier, even Whitebeard himself was not certain he could have withstood it.
"Zehahaha…" Blackbeard's eyes flashed strangely, as though he were thinking about something.
"His Majesty…" The Oathblood Guards were different from everyone else.
Others only felt shock.
But alongside their astonishment, the Oathblood Guards also felt excitement and pride swelling in their hearts.
Because that overwhelming figure was the man they had sworn loyalty to.
Their king.
"Looks like I can't keep slacking off either," Whitebeard said as he stepped forward.
Although Rosinante had shattered and suppressed the tsunamis, the remaining waves were still powerful enough to sink the Moby Dick beneath the sea.
Now it was Whitebeard's turn.
As Whitebeard raised his arm—
The members of the Whitebeard Pirates instantly became excited.
"That stance…!"
"Zehahaha! Looks like Pops is finally getting serious!" Teach laughed.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance!" one pirate captain exclaimed excitedly. "It's rare enough seeing the Dragon King perform miracles, but now we also get to witness Pops unleashing his full strength up close. Even if I died after this, it would still be worth it!"
"Gurararara!" Whitebeard laughed thunderously. "What nonsense are you talking about? You still need to carry my name proudly across the seas!"
As he spoke, Whitebeard punched outward.
Boom!
The air shattered like glass.
Instantly, the ocean erupted once more as an enormous tsunami surged forth to collide with the weakened waves Rosinante had suppressed.
But Whitebeard did not stop there.
He continued raising his fists again and again, unleashing one terrifying punch after another.
The atmosphere continuously cracked apart as massive tremors created wave after wave of tsunamis.
The newly created tsunamis collided against the original waves, canceling each other out.
Finally, through the combined efforts of Whitebeard and Rosinante, the endless tsunamis raging across the sea gradually settled down.
"OHHHHH!"
The Whitebeard Pirates and the Oathblood Guards erupted into cheers.
The joy of surviving catastrophe filled everyone's faces with genuine smiles.
This truly had not been a joke.
If Whitebeard and Rosinante had not both been aboard the ship, their chances of surviving such monstrous tsunamis would not even have exceeded thirty percent.
"Looks like we finally dealt with the tsunamis," Rosinante said casually as he suddenly appeared beside everyone again.
"Gurararara! This calls for a celebration!" Whitebeard laughed loudly. "Boys! Prepare a banquet! Tonight we properly welcome the Dragon King!"
"OOOOH!"
The Whitebeard Pirates erupted into cheers once more.
"Today definitely deserves a drink," Rosinante agreed with a grin.
Thus, another enormous banquet began aboard the Moby Dick.
Everyone raised their cups high while laughing and drinking together.
After experiencing life and death side by side, the Whitebeard Pirates and the Oathblood Guards had completely cast aside their previous hostility.
They drank together happily, clinking cups and celebrating loudly.
But just as the banquet reached its peak—
A small speedboat suddenly raced toward them across the sea.
On the boat stood a man covered in wounds, his face filled with urgency and panic.
The moment he spotted the distant Moby Dick, relief flashed across his eyes—followed immediately by worry.
Soon, he arrived beside the ship.
Clearly familiar with the Moby Dick, he climbed aboard and staggered toward the crowd with difficulty.
Before he even reached them, Katakuri's expression suddenly changed drastically.
It was as if he had already realized something terrible.
Then the wounded man finally appeared before everyone.
The Whitebeard Pirates recognized him instantly.
Seeing his battered condition and barely stable footing, they all became shocked.
But the Oathblood Guards' faces turned pale immediately.
"Vice Captain… hurry… save Enel and the others!" the man cried anxiously. "BIG MOM… BIG MOM is attacking them!"
The moment those words fell—
Every member of the Oathblood Guards changed expression.
Then suddenly—
An overwhelming aura burst forth.
The world itself seemed to darken beneath that terrifying pressure.
It felt as though an invisible force was crushing down from the heavens.
Everyone looked toward the source of the aura in shock.
There stood Rosinante—
His face colder and darker than ever before.
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