Pirate of Darkness (si)

In the navy fleet, Sengokus' complexion was gloomy and terrible, and the officers around him kept silent, bowing their heads, their complexions ugly.

At this time, they had received the news that two warships were missing, and the life cards of the two lieutenants were constantly burning. They knew that they had completely disappeared—the two lieutenants were dead. What about the remaining six thousand navy personnel?

"Both ** and Rona were sacrificed, and only fifteen minutes have passed." Sengoku gritted his teeth and slapped a palm on the table hard, leaving a deep palm print on the surface.

"Sengoku, calm down." Lieutenant General Tsuru reminded him. Although she was also shocked by such a loss, the more dire the situation, the more important it was to stay calm.

Sengoku' face flushed red, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "These are three lieutenants, and there are 10,000 navy personnel. They persisted for 20 minutes and sacrificed all of them. Could it be Whitebeard? Was it his doing? Or did the Whitebeard Pirates attack with full force?"

"This is the first time in more than ten years that the Navy has suffered such a large casualty all at once. Time has not dragged on, which is equivalent to putting meat in front of them for them to eat." It was a slap in the face. The three warships led by the lieutenant generals faced the Whitebeard Pirates, who had taken full action. It was conceivable that they could not resist at all, and their deaths were not worth it.

"Anyway, our plan should be exposed. The Whitebeard Pirates knew about it, so something like this was bound to happen." He sighed. "Although I don't know what went wrong, we now have to face an important question: Do we still want to attack the Whitebeard Pirates? Facing a fully prepared Whitebeard Pirates, it is very difficult for us, especially considering his ability."

At this time, the only way forward was clear to the Sengoku. "Fighting, we must fight!" He was very decisive. "We were dispatched with great fanfare, and returning without any results would be humiliating. With such a large loss, the Navy would become a laughingstock."

As the Sengoku spoke, he reaffirmed his stance: "But let the other warships withdraw to the G1 branch. Otherwise, they will become targets for Whitebeard and will be sacrificed in vain." At this moment, the Sengoku did not completely ignore revenge but analyzed the current situation calmly to minimize unnecessary casualties. Hearing this, Tsuru nodded with satisfaction. "I will notify headquarters of your decision."

Tsuru's wisdom should not be underestimated. The commander of this war was the Sengoku, and Tsuru served as his staff officer and assistant. At the same time, she acted as a form of supervision to prevent irrational behavior from the commander.

"Tell the Sengoku that headquarters has agreed to his decision. We must showcase the strength of the navy." At Navy Headquarters, Fleet Admiral Kong issued the order. This plan had been orchestrated by him, and in the end, the loss of the three warships was his responsibility. He forcibly suppressed his anger—who had leaked the plan?

"Conduct a thorough investigation. Anyone who knew the details of this operation must be scrutinized." The exposure of this operation had brought huge losses to the Navy. To Kong, it was evident that there was a problem within the Navy. However, he did not expect that the issue lay with Teach, who had overheard their conversation using his meticulous Observation Haki.

"Hiss, lightly." Teach took a deep breath as alcohol was poured onto his wound. The intense, burning pain was both sour and refreshing.

The war was about to begin. It was impossible for Teach to hide away to heal his wounds, so he applied a specially formulated ointment. The world's medical industry was very advanced, probably because of world customs. People were often injured at sea, leading to the development of various effective medicines. Combined with Teach's amazing vitality, his wounds quickly began to scar. These medicines helped accelerate recovery. However, for such a serious wound, at least a few days of rest were needed.

The ship's doctor was very accustomed to such injuries and skillfully stitched up the wound, applied ointment, and wrapped it in a bandage. Within a few minutes, Teach appeared outside, looking intact. Although it was a bit painful, it did not affect his movement at all.

He came out at the right time. From a distance, a giant warship was approaching, and the companions on the ship were staring at it, waiting in full battle readiness.

"It's not the expected fleet; there is only one warship." One of the pirates laughed. "It seems the navy knows the old man's abilities, and the remaining warships have retreated."

The warship got closer and closer until it finally stopped 100 meters from the Moby Dick.

"Gurarara! Warring States, long time no see. I've been waiting here for a long time." Whitebeard stood at the bow, holding his naginata, Murakumogiri, and laughing.

"Hmph!" Warring States did not speak. The two looked at each other, and suddenly, Whitebeard's eyes sharpened. At the same time, both sides unleashed immense Haki. Arcs of energy crackled in the air. "Boom!" The collision of Conqueror's Haki caused the sea to churn, waves to surge, and the air to tremble. The sea and sky seemed to split into two distinct worlds.

Teach held onto the wall, steadying himself, watching with wide eyes. Compared to these two men, who stood at the pinnacle of the world, his own Haki was far too weak. However, he had a goal—to one day reach this level and surpass them. Teach firmly believed in his own potential.

But he understood that he was still in the accumulation stage, not yet fully grown.

The Warring States' Conqueror's Haki was terrifying. The continuous clash was nearly equal. This was his "Justice of the Kingdom."

The clash of Conqueror's Haki continued, but over time, Whitebeard's dominance overwhelmed Warring States, gradually suppressing him. Within the navy, limitations imposed by the World Government stifled a true conqueror's spirit. How could his Haki compare to Whitebeard's?

However, battles between the strong are not decided solely by Haki. The clash lasted only half a minute, but for the navy and pirates witnessing it, it felt like an eternity. The sheer pressure of the spiritual battle was tormenting. Only the true elites remained unaffected.

As if by agreement, both men stopped. The Warring States began to transform—his body expanded, turning golden. Finally, he took the form of a towering Buddha.

This was his Mythical Zoan ability, the Human-Human Fruit, Model: Daibutsu. It granted immense defensive power and the ability to unleash devastating shockwaves.

The Warring States extended his palm forward, gathering immense power, while Whitebeard raised his right fist, a silver-white transparent aura forming around it—the ultimate compressed shockwave of his Tremor-Tremor Fruit.

"Daibutsu Shock!" "Quake Punch!" Both roared.

The heavens and earth trembled. The shockwave from the golden Buddha met the quake force of Whitebeard's punch in a cataclysmic collision.