"Dad!!!"
Marco watched in horror as Whitebeard was sent flying by a punch.
He didn't have time to think and swiftly turned, transforming into a blue firebird and plunging toward the sea.
Meanwhile, Shano noticed the fire in the village and frowned, throwing another punch!
This time, however, the punch was aimed at the sea.
Swish!
Where the punch passed, the air vibrated intensely, lifting the entire sea surface with a monstrous wave!
Dozens of meters of seawater surged upward, forming a massive curtain that followed the direction of the punch, pouring down like torrential rain, instantly covering the entire burning town.
The original drizzle was unable to combat the fire.
But at this moment, the flames sizzled under the flood of seawater, the thick smoke was dispersed, and the scorching air rapidly cooled.
The streets that once blazed with fire were extinguished in the blink of an eye.
Only soggy ruins and rising steam remained.
"Can the punch gust really use the seawater as its own?"
Kizaru watched the scene, looking up at Shano who was slowly landing, a face full of seriousness. "Terrifying, indeed, Shano... But you shouldn't be here, should you?"
"That question should be directed at you. A Grand Admiral, engaging in pirate activities here."
Shano's gaze was cold, "Garling and Sengoku have already been dealt with. What, do you want to be next, Borsalino?"
What?
Kizaru's pupils immediately contracted.
Saint Garling, and Marshal Sengoku... have been defeated?
Just now, during his phone conversation with Kong, he already knew the presence of Endgame on the front lines.
But who could have predicted that the situation would become this dire within just a couple of hours?
Clearly, from the paper strength perspective, after moving Whitebeard away, their Navy should have had the upper hand, right?
Endgame...
How exactly did they manage this!
...
At the same time.
"Just in time, Marco!"
Whitebeard landed on a rock, wiping his face somewhat embarrassed.
To block him, Shano's earlier strike was delivered with full power, a sudden and fierce force.
Leaving him no time to react, had Marco not rushed over quickly to lend a hand, he would have truly fallen into the sea.
Speaking of which...
Whitebeard unfolded the rain-soaked paper ball, squinting at the two lines of somewhat scrawled words on it:
"Do you remember how that monster named Imu controls Rocks?"
"Divine Valley, hometown! This is the premise for forced black turn, understand? For safety, immediately stay away from Sphinx! Do not linger near the coast!"
This paper ball was forcibly handed over by Shano while punching him away earlier.
It was obvious.
The opponent neither wanted him to misunderstand nor to see him lingering on the island even for a second.
Divine Valley?
Rocks?
Whitebeard stared at the note, understanding clearly what Shano meant with these few words.
So this young man also knows that behind the World Government, there's a monster!
And that monster's name is "Imu"!
Hometown, hometown...
No wonder even his old captain, Rocks, ended up like the World Government's minions, corrupted and dominated, turning against them as a demon.
No wonder the World Government never encourages people to sail, only wishing everyone stayed in their hometown forever!
"Dad! What should we do!"
Marco couldn't help but ask beside him.
He didn't quite understand the content of the paper, but mature and composed as ever, he knew the priorities.
For now, it suffices to know Shano came to help them and had hidden reasons for punching his dad away; that's enough!
The rest can wait to be questioned later!
Whitebeard didn't immediately respond.
He put away the paper ball, his eyes heavy as he gazed at his unreachable hometown within the drizzle.
"Disgusting power, Imu!"
This sensation of having the hometown so near yet unreachable...
Whitebeard gritted his teeth.
But Shano is right.
He, Edward Newgate, is no fool.
Staying forcibly now, should he truly be black turned, would only mean trouble for Shano and suffering for his sons.
"I must leave here immediately and return to the front lines."
Suppressing his unwillingness, Whitebeard said solemnly, "Though Shano extinguished the fire, many villagers are surely injured, continue your rescue mission, Marco! I'll leave my fellow villagers to you!"
"Yes, Dad!"
Marco nodded heavily, without hesitation, he transformed into a Phoenix and soared into the sky, heading swiftly toward the town.
Also counting on you, Shano!
Rescuing this old man twice in a row, this gratitude will never be forgotten, and surely rewarded handsomely one day!
Whitebeard took a deep look at his hometown, where the smoke was dissipating, and turned to leap toward the sea.
Previously, Kizaru's blast had sent many planks into the sea, and he directly picked a larger one as a makeshift boat, using Fromcloud as a paddle, heading back along the way.
If the intense anger can't be vented here on Kizaru...
Then...
On the front lines, are those Navy brats prepared to bear his wrath?