"Kizaru, you brat, don't think you can run! Take a punch from your teacher!"
Zephyr, having gained the advantage, showed no mercy. His body erupted with astonishing speed that belied his size, and he roared as he chased into the smoke and dust, his offensive becoming even fiercer, adopting a posture that swore he would not stop until Kizaru was completely suppressed.
For a moment, only the continuous roar of explosions and Zephyr's bellowing could be heard from that direction, clearly indicating they were "too preoccupied to care about anything else."
"..." Satan Saint's expression instantly darkened like water, and a vein even faintly throbbed on his forehead.
How could he not see it? That bastard Kizaru was clearly making excuses to shirk his duty, even going so far as to stage this self-inflicted injury ploy!
And Zephyr, who seemed to be chasing recklessly, was actually coordinating flawlessly with Kizaru!
The Marine... truly could no longer be relied upon!
A surge of fury at being openly defied and manipulated, mixed with a chilling premonition of the situation spiraling out of control, churned within his heart.
The ominous dark aura surrounding him began to spread uncontrollably, like an abyss about to erupt.
Just on the edge of the battlefield where the top powerhouses were locked in confrontation,
some pirates, either incredibly audacious or hidden by special abilities, were trembling with excitement, the screens of the phones clutched tightly in their hands clearly capturing scenes that could overturn the world's perception.
"Buddies! Did you see that?! Did all of you see that?!!!"
A pirate wearing a skull bandana spoke into the selfie camera, his voice hoarse and distorted from extreme excitement,
"The Gorosei! The supreme rulers of the World Government! He... he's not human at all! What kind of monster form is that?! And that damned immortality!!"
The live stream footage shook violently, struggling to focus on Satan Saint's massive spider form, and the leg that Shanks had just severed but had failed to regenerate.
"Kaido! That's Kaido, the 'worlds strongest creature'! He was actually heavily injured! Did you see the wound on his chest?! If we hadn't seen it with our own eyes, who would believe it?!"
He spoke extremely fast, spitting saliva everywhere,
"This old monster's strength is definitely Admiral level! No, combined with that disgusting immortality ability, he's probably much harder to deal with than an average Admiral!"
However, when the camera turned to Red-Haired Shanks, who stood holding his sword, the streamer's voice suddenly rose, filled with indescribable shock and reverence:
"But—!!! Red Hair! It's Red-Haired Shanks!! Oh my God! Did you see that sword strike just now?! 'Divine Departure'! I heard that's a move of Pirate King Roger!!"
"Rules? Immortality? That's a joke in front of Red Hair! One strike! Just one strike! He directly scrapped that old spider's leg! It hasn't recovered! It can't recover!!"
The comments section of the live stream had already completely exploded, rolling across the screen like a tsunami:
"Holy crap! A real God-Slaying War?!"
"Red Hair is awesome!!! So when Haki is mastered to the extreme, it can even cut rules!"
"Screen record! Hurry up and screen record! This live stream could be shut down at any moment!"
"The World Government hid too much! The Gorosei are actually these kinds of monsters!"
"Who was it that said the Four Emperors were inferior to the Admirals? Step forward and show yourself!"
The streamer took a deep breath and offered a final summary to the camera, his voice carrying the tremor of someone witnessing history:
"Brothers, the era is truly changing! The underwear of the highest authority has been pulled down! They are not unbeatable! Red-Haired Shanks, he has found the way to slay a god!!"
This live broadcast was spreading like a virus, instantly transmitted through the TikTok network to every corner of the world.
Countless civilians, pirates, underground forces, and even some Marine soldiers witnessed the "god" bleeding through that small screen.
A barrier of understanding was quietly collapsing... On the Moby Dick in the New World.
A huge projection screen was broadcasting the earth-shattering battle from afar in real-time—it was being streamed from the channel of some audacious Rookie.
When Satan Saint's bizarre spider form and immortal characteristic were fully revealed, the deck erupted in an uproar.
"Im... Immortality?! Are you kidding me!"
"Even that bastard Kaido was severely wounded... What kind of monster is this?!"
A repressive fear, facing the unknown and absolute power, spread among some crew members.
How could they defeat an enemy that transcended common sense?
However, when Red-Haired Shanks unleashed his Divine Departure, and Satan Saint's spider legs snapped off and failed to regenerate, the entire Moby Dick first fell into a dead silence, then erupted in even louder shouts!
"It's... broken! It didn't recover!"
"He did it! That guy Red Hair... He actually did it!"
"How did he do it?! That kind of ability can actually be countered?!"
All the Commanders, including seasoned fighters like Marco, Jozu, and Vista, had faces etched with extreme shock.
They knew better than anyone what a top-tier powerhouse with the characteristic of immortality meant—it was an almost hopelessly unsolvable situation.
Amidst this boiling astonishment, Whitebeard, Edward Newgate, seated on his massive chair, let out a hearty laugh.
"Gurarararara...!!!"
His booming laugh instantly drowned out all the noise.
The crew members quickly quieted down, looking at their Old Man with confusion in their eyes.
Whitebeard stopped laughing, his profound gaze fixed on the enraged figure of Satan Saint on the screen. His huge hand rubbed the hilt of Murakumogiri, as if recalling a glorious era long sealed away.
"Did you see that?" His voice carried the weight of someone who had seen through history. "The so-called immortality of a god is not flawless."
He paused, his tone sinking, carrying the gravity of a firsthand witness from back then:
"Decades ago, at God Valley... Rocks led us, and what we faced were exactly these kinds of troublesome, unkillable monster abilities!"
"Gulp..." The sound of people swallowing echoed across the deck.
God Valley! Rocks!
These two words alone represented a forbidden history shrouded in mist.
To hear it again from the Old Man, a firsthand participant, and to connect it with this terrifying enemy before them, the shock was unparalleled.
Marco's eyes sharpened, and he immediately grasped the key point: "Old Man, are you saying... Red Hair knows the way to crack it? Is it because of Roger and them...?"
Whitebeard did not answer directly, but his gaze said it all.
He looked back at Shanks on the screen, his expression complex, mixing admiration with reminiscence.
"Gurarara... It looks like that old guy Roger really did find something incredible, and... he handed it down to a fine successor!"
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