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Bang, bang, bang!"
Speeding forward, the distance to the pirate ship grew shorter: ten thousand meters... eight thousand meters... six thousand meters...
Running through the air, he couldn't hide. The many pirates on the ship were focused on the great battle, but their vigilance of the surroundings hadn't decreased. Two Four Emperors clashing inevitably meant some might try to take advantage, such as other Emperors or the Marines.
"Alarm! Enemy detected in the southeast! An enemy is approaching rapidly!"
"Three days have passed; have some forces finally run out of patience?" The usually indolent Marco was somewhat disdainful, or perhaps all the commanders were sneering. How could the Whitebeard Pirates be spied upon by others?
"A flying ability? There are only five such Devil Fruits in the Grand Line. Who could it be? No, it's Geppo from the Marine's Six Styles?" The numerous commanders watched the rapidly approaching figure, who was already three thousand meters away.
"A Marine powerhouse? Approaching using Geppo, but even Garp can't use Geppo to cross vast oceans. Geppo's stamina consumption is astonishing. So, a Marine warship must be nearby?" They quickly analyzed and deduced the correct answer.
Geppo was very useful. However, its consumption was too great. Every step in the air was a tremendous burden for a Vice Admiral. Crossing over ten kilometers was also a huge burden for Law, thanks only to years of extreme training and body conditioning that allowed him to endure such a cost.
"Looks like I'll have to take action." Marco's dead-fish eyes narrowed to a slit.
He casually stepped out, leaping off the pirate ship. As he descended towards the sea, his hands transformed into wings wreathed in blue flames, taking on the form of a Phoenix. The magnificent Phoenix spread its wings and soared, flying rapidly towards Law.
The speed of Geppo couldn't compare to the flight speed of a Phoenix. The former involved sprinting through the air with immense strength and technique, while the Phoenix was true flight. Their methods were simply incomparable.
"Who is it?"
The two rapidly approached each other, instantly closing to within a hundred meters. Marco looked at Law; at this distance, he could see clearly. Someone capable of using Geppo to cross tens of thousands of meters shouldn't be one of the current three Admirals. Was it Garp?
"Who are you?" Marco found the opponent completely hidden by a dark robe, making it impossible to ascertain his identity.
"Playing games, eh? So it's not Garp then." It definitely wasn't one of the famous figures in the Marines. A Vice Admiral? Or a hidden Marine powerhouse? It didn't matter. Since he was a Marine and had come here, there was only one outcome.
"Whoosh!"
The magnificent Phoenix charged rapidly at Law. Its speed was so great that the blue flames seemed to cover the air currents.
"Twelve hundred meters." Law's attention was no longer on the Phoenix, but on the pirate ship. He was constantly calculating the distance in his mind: "Enough."
"Room!"
The moment the terrifying Phoenix struck Law's body, Law instantly vanished.
"Pfft!" The Phoenix still struck something solid, hitting a person, but it wasn't Law; it was a pirate, one of the Whitebeard Pirates.
"Mocha, why is it you?" Phoenix Marco looked in shock at the heavily wounded pirate falling into the sea, spitting blood. "Isn't he our comrade? Why is it him? Could the person who crossed tens of thousands of meters through the air be Mocha?"
"No, wait! Wasn't Mocha on the ship?"
"Whoosh!"
The Phoenix's sharp talons caught the falling, heavily wounded pirate.
"Captain Marco? I was just on the ship! How did I suddenly end up here?" Mocha was also terrified, utterly confused about what was happening.
"What's going on?" Marco was a little baffled. How did the enemy suddenly turn into a comrade?
"Damn it, on the ship!" Although he still didn't understand this strange ability, the experienced Marco instantly realized that it must be some kind of spatial displacement ability. He immediately flew back to the pirate ship with Mocha.
On the pirate ship.
Blackbeard wasn't a very famous person in the Whitebeard Pirates; he was just an old timer on the ship. Amidst the crowd of pirates, Blackbeard seemed somewhat unremarkable. His gaze was always fixed on the Emperor's battle, with ambition oozing from the depths of his eyes. Such strength and status were what he yearned for. As for the enemy approaching from the air, it didn't catch his attention at all; Marco would surely deal with it.
"Whoosh!"
The pirate standing next to Blackbeard was the one named Mocha. But at this moment, he suddenly turned into Law. The item transfer within a Room space didn't just include inorganic objects; living beings could also swap places. It simply consumed more energy, and if the target was prepared or had strong enough Haki, they could even resist the spatial transfer ability.
"Swish!"
The moment the positions swapped, none of the pirates on the ship noticed. Law's blade instantly unsheathed! The Haki-hardened blade swept towards Blackbeard.
"What?" The bewildered Blackbeard stared blankly at the sweeping blade. "Why is a comrade attacking me? No, that's not a comrade, it's an enemy! How could an enemy appear on the ship without anyone noticing?"
He was completely stunned.
The attack meant Law had actively exposed himself. The other powerhouses also looked at Law in bewilderment, wondering how the enemy got here.
"Blackbeard, quickly dodge!"
There were no weaklings among the Whitebeard Pirates, especially the commanders, whose strength was monstrous. Although caught off guard, in an instant, many commanders acted quickly. Third Division Commander Jozu and Fifth Division Commander Vista of the Flower Sword moved simultaneously.
"Swish!"
A cold light flashed. Blackbeard rapidly retreated backward. It wasn't his voluntary retreat, but Diamond Jozu pulling his shoulder backward.
"Ouch... ouch... it hurts so much!" Blackbeard cried out in a most unmanly fashion. He wanted to cry. Who did I offend? Why are they only attacking me?
"How embarrassing, to let an enemy infiltrate the ship! We can't lose any more face." Mystical flower petals floated in the air, and a sword wreathed in petals slashed towards Law.
Besides the dazzling flower petals, there was also crimson blood in the air, and a chunk of flesh, weighing about a hundred grams. This piece of flesh had been cut from Blackbeard's body.
Law's eyes were solely fixed on this piece of flesh in the air. He instantly caught it and placed it into a special bag. The sword with flower petals was already before his eyes.
"Whoosh!"
Law instantly vanished, reappearing at the ship's bow.
"Everyone, be careful! The enemy is a Devil Fruit user, a strange one!" At this moment, Marco returned to the ship with the heavily wounded Mocha.