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Hearing his words, Smoothie suddenly laughed—sharp, mocking, and filled with scorn.
"So that's what you believe?" she sneered. "I've long heard that the Whitebeard Pirates were naïve… but I didn't expect it to be this bad."
Fossa frowned, tightening his grip on his sword.
"What are you talking about?"
Smoothie's eyes turned glacial as she answered coldly,
"Legacy? Territory? Before Whitebeard ever planted his flag, those islands were fought over countless times by pirates from every corner of the seas."
She took a step forward, her presence pressing down like a tide.
"This is the New World. Strength is everything. Without power, you don't protect anything—you simply lose it."
Her voice hardened.
"Whitebeard is dead. And the Whitebeard Pirates are finished. That's reality."
She raised her massive blade, its weight distorting the air.
"As for inheritance? We're pirates. There are no laws here. No sons inheriting fathers, no legacies passed down cleanly."
"In this sea, everything is seized by force."
Her killing intent erupted.
"Talking about protecting a legacy without the strength to back it up is nothing but empty sentiment."
She roared, swinging her greatsword with overwhelming force:
"Elbaf Spear—Hakoku!"
A massive wave of compressed sword energy tore through the air, crashing down on Fossa like a falling mountain.
"What—?!"
Fossa's eyes widened as he instantly raised his flaming blade in defense. Dodging was no longer an option. Smoothie's technique—modeled after Big Mom herself—was far too fast and far too powerful.
The moment his sword met the incoming attack, it felt as if countless invisible blades slammed into his body all at once.
His arms, chest, thighs, and abdomen were pierced by innumerable fine slashes, like needles of sword energy boring through flesh. Blood sprayed violently as his body was riddled with wounds.
"AAAAAAHHHH—!"
With a thunderous roar, Fossa forced his blade upward, deflecting the cylindrical slash at the last possible instant.
The sword energy shot past him, drilling clean through a massive coral reef before crashing into the cliff beyond, carving a perfect circular scar deep into the stone.
"Hoo… hoo… hoo…"
Blood dripped from the corner of Fossa's mouth as he steadied himself, his breathing ragged. Though he had blocked the attack, the damage was undeniable.
He wiped the blood away and looked up at Smoothie with a grave expression.
"That… was an incredible technique."
Smoothie stared at him, genuine surprise flickering across her face.
She hadn't expected this.
Fossa's bounty was only a little over seven hundred million—far lower than hers. Among the Whitebeard division commanders, he was hardly the most famous.
Yet now it was clear.
That bounty wasn't inflated.
Smoothie's expression sharpened as she spoke seriously, "So this is the strength of a Whitebeard Pirates Division Commander…"
"It seems taking you down won't be as easy as I thought."
Meanwhile, the Fishmen watching from the outskirts of the battlefield finally understood—this was the true might of a Yonko crew.
They were powerless to interfere.
All they could do was rush to the fallen, dragging the wounded away and desperately treating them before death claimed them.
And among the Fishmen who harbored resentment toward humans, this war stirred darker thoughts. To them, this was nothing more than humans tearing each other apart—an ending they wouldn't mind witnessing.
"Rankyaku! Finger Pistol!"
Surrounded on all sides, Marco cut through the charging Big Mom Pirates like a storm. Pirates fell one after another, most defeated with a single blow. Only a handful of cadres forced him to slow down.
But soon, Marco sensed something was wrong.
No matter how many he struck down, more enemies flooded in. The Big Mom Pirates were relentless, swarming endlessly.
After crushing another group, Marco scanned the battlefield, his expression sharpening.
"This won't work… Their numbers are endless. I need to take out their commanders."
Izo appeared beside him, blades already stained red.
"Marco, leave this to me," Izo said firmly. "Go support Fossa and Namur. As long as the Sweet Commanders fall, the rest are just noise."
Marco nodded.
"Exactly. These small fry are nothing but a nuisance."
His gaze locked onto Charlotte Cracker, who was locked in combat with Namur.
Unlike the others, Namur was fighting with surprising ease.
Cracker kept summoning biscuit soldiers—only for Namur to pulverize them again and again with water-infused strikes. It was a brutal war of attrition, one Cracker clearly hated.
Because Cracker feared pain, he refused to engage Namur directly.
"Damn Fishman…" Cracker snarled.
Namur raised water droplets in both palms, confidence blazing in his eyes.
"Still hiding behind your puppets? You've seen it yourself. No matter how many biscuit soldiers you create, it's pointless."
"Water is their weakness—and I'm a Fishman."
He spread his arms slightly.
"On Fish-Man Island, I can fight at full power."
Cracker's expression darkened.
He finally understood—his biscuit army alone wouldn't be enough.
"Tch… so that's how it is," Cracker sneered. "I planned to crush you with soldiers, but you just had to uncover their weakness."
His killing intent surged.
"Fine. Then I'll kill you with my own hands."
"You won't get the chance."
Marco shot toward Cracker like a blue comet.
The Big Mom Pirates immediately reacted.
"Where do you think you're going, Marco?!"
Curiel opened fire without hesitation, suppressing the interceptors.
"Don't even think about stopping him! Your fight is with us!"
Marco soared overhead, calling out, "I'll leave the rest to you!"
But just as he pushed forward, a figure leapt into his path.
"Don't think you're getting through, Marco—!"
Marco didn't even look.
"Get out of my way."
"Rankyaku: Ran!"
Razor-sharp vacuum blades tore through the air, blasting aside the pirates who dared block him.
Realizing they couldn't stop him, the Big Mom Pirates shouted in panic:
"Cracker, watch out!"
"Marco's coming for you!"
Cracker heard the warning—and saw Marco descending from above.
His face tightened.
Namur alone is already troublesome… If Marco joins in, I'm finished.
And just as Marco closed in—
A massive blue demon materialized before him, greatsword raised high.
"Genie Slash!"
The blade came crashing down.
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