Marco narrowed his eyes slightly.
A figure was slowly approaching from the distance.
The man carried a gigantic wine barrel on one shoulder as he casually walked through the air.
It wasn't Geppo from the Six Powers.
He was literally walking through the sky as though stepping across solid ground.
Before he even arrived—
An overwhelming wave of Conqueror's Haki had already surged toward the Moby Dick.
Young.
And strangely familiar.
Those were Marco's first impressions.
It felt like he had seen this man somewhere before.
Yet for a moment, he couldn't quite remember where.
Marco desperately searched through his memories, trying to match the face before him with someone from the past.
Then suddenly—
Teach's shocked cry rang out beside him.
"Dragon King?!"
"How is that possible?!"
The instant he heard those words, Marco immediately remembered.
Dragon King Rosinante!
Marco had met Rosinante twice before and had seen his face countless times in newspapers.
But because there had been no news about Rosinante for ten entire years, those memories had gradually faded.
Now, Teach's shocked outburst instantly brought everything back.
No wonder Katakuri's voice had carried such excitement earlier.
"Quick!"
"All newcomers, get inside the cabin immediately!" Marco suddenly shouted as his expression changed.
"Huh? Into the cabin? Why?" someone asked in confusion.
"Don't ask questions!"
"Get inside now!"
"Otherwise you won't be able to withstand it!"
The Whitebeard Pirates looked puzzled.
But before they could even fully process Marco's warning—
It was already too late.
Someone suddenly noticed a pirate beside him collapse silently to the ground.
Then another.
And another.
One after another, pirates throughout the ship fainted without warning.
Everyone was instantly horrified.
There had been no attack.
No visible assault.
So why were people suddenly collapsing?
"…Too late," Marco muttered helplessly.
Over the past few years, the Whitebeard Pirates had expanded rapidly.
Many newcomers were mixed in among the veterans, and their strength and experience varied greatly.
Even many older crew members struggled against this level of pressure—
So naturally the newcomers had no chance at all.
"Conqueror's Haki?!" some pirates shouted in shock.
After all, these were New World pirates.
Naturally, they had seen Conqueror's Haki before.
Every year, countless ambitious pirates entered the New World chasing dreams of becoming kings.
Among them were naturally individuals possessing the qualities of a conqueror.
So Conqueror's Haki itself wasn't especially rare in the New World.
But—
None of them had ever witnessed Conqueror's Haki this terrifying.
Even Whitebeard's Conqueror's Haki had never felt this overwhelmingly oppressive from such a distance.
Just the pressure alone had already knocked people unconscious before the man even arrived.
"This isn't ordinary Conqueror's Haki," Marco said with visible amazement.
"He's still as overwhelmingly domineering as ever."
"Such powerful Haki… could Red-Haired Shanks have arrived?" someone exclaimed.
At the rear of the ship, several pirate captains carrying powerful auras slowly stepped forward.
They were captains of pirate crews subordinate to Whitebeard.
Shanks was universally acknowledged throughout the New World as one of the greatest Haki users alive.
So the moment they sensed such overwhelming Conqueror's Haki, their first thought was naturally another Emperor — Red-Haired Shanks.
"That's not Red Hair," Marco shook his head.
"It's a man even more domineering than him."
"A man who stood equal to the Four Emperors ten years ago."
"If he hadn't suddenly disappeared back then…"
"There would probably be five Emperors ruling the seas today."
"Five Emperors?!" everyone cried out in shock.
"What do you mean?!"
"After Red Hair, another Emperor appeared?!"
"The fifth Emperor of the seas?!"
"No," Marco corrected calmly.
"More accurately…"
"He was the Fourth Emperor before Red Hair ever rose to power."
"The Four Emperor from ten years ago…"
"Dragon King Rosinante."
As Marco spoke—
The figure descending from the sky finally arrived before the Moby Dick.
"Yo, long time no see, Katakuri," Rosinante said casually as he stepped onto the bow of the ship.
"You're still making that cold face, huh?"
"If you keep acting like that, you'll never find a girlfriend."
Katakuri had originally been excited to see Rosinante again.
But hearing those words immediately darkened his expression.
"You don't need to worry about that!" Katakuri snapped irritably, his face even turning slightly red.
"Your Majesty!" The Oathblood Guards were all so excited they could barely speak.
"Looks like everyone's doing pretty well," Rosinante smiled.
"Your strength improved quite a bit too."
"Hm?"
"Where are Enel and Denise?"
"Why don't I see them?"
"Enel and Denise are currently aboard the Oathblood ship," Katakuri replied.
"They didn't come over."
"Dragon King," Marco suddenly said helplessly while looking around at the unconscious pirates covering the deck.
"You just casually released your Haki and now half my crew is lying on the floor."
"How exactly am I supposed to deal with this mess?"
"Oh?" Rosinante laughed.
"First Division Commander Marco."
"Is old man Whitebeard around?"
"I brought good alcohol."
"I'm here to share a drink with him."
As he spoke, Rosinante lifted the gigantic wine barrel onto his shoulder with a grin.
"Zehahaha…"
Blackbeard Teach suddenly laughed loudly.
"You're still as overbearing as ever, Dragon King."
Then his expression darkened slightly.
"Releasing your Haki the moment you arrive…"
"Are you provoking the Whitebeard Pirates?"
The moment Teach said that, the captains under Whitebeard's banner all turned toward Rosinante sharply.
If Rosinante couldn't provide an explanation they found acceptable—
This matter would absolutely not end peacefully.
Because the Whitebeard Pirates would never tolerate provocation from anyone.