Looking at the severed steel in front of him, Allen fell into deep thought.
Did this bug I exploited actually count as breaking through to the realm of a Master Swordsman?
In the original story, after his desperate battle against Mr.
1 in Alabasta, Zoro broke through to the realm of a Master Swordsman, learning to cut steel.
Later, upon arriving at Sky Island, he was already able to launch flying slashes, specifically using the 108 Pound Phoenix when fighting the priests under Enel.
Allen tried swinging his short sword at the empty space in front of him, but looking at the completely still air, he had no clue.
Is it a problem with Sword Intent?
Then what exactly is Sword Intent?
On the other side of the sea, deep within the New World, stood the Marine G-5 Branch base.
“Report!
Vice Admiral Disque!” A Marine officer anxiously knocked and pushed open the door to the command office.
“What’s so urgent?
Don’t be so rash,” a middle-aged man with a golden buzz-cut and terrifying muscles sitting at the head of the table said, glancing up at the newcomer.
“Is it news about the Rocks Pirates?” “It is indeed news about the Rocks Pirates.
Our branch’s patrol fleet in the surrounding waters has been completely destroyed,” the officer replied, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
Bang!
Vice Admiral Disque slammed his desk hard, leaving a deep indentation in the wood.
“What?
Did Rocks launch a full offensive?
What the hell are those bastards trying to do?
Where did they go after sinking our warships?” “According to reports from the frontline scouts, after they sank the patrol warships, they didn’t alter their course.
They’re heading straight for our G-5 Branch!” The young officer reported, his face completely pale with terror.
“How could this happen?” Disque seemed to lose all his strength for a moment, slumping back into his seat.
But after a few seconds of silence, a determined expression returned to his face.
“No matter the situation, we must repel the pirates in the name of Justice.
Otherwise, the Marines’ influence in the New World will weaken further, and the entire New World will fall completely into the hands of pirates.” Disque stood up, his posture rigid.
“Go back and notify the others to prepare for battle immediately.
I will report this to Marine Headquarters right now.” “Yes, Vice Admiral Disque!” The young officer seemed to find his backbone through his commander’s resolve and quickly ran out of the office.
Disque took a deep breath, picked up the Den Den Mushi on his desk, and dialed the emergency line to Marineford.
In the first half of the Grand Line, known to many as Paradise, sat Marineford, the Marine Headquarters.
At this moment, on the top floor of the headquarters building inside the Admiral’s office, a burly middle-aged man with a sharp mohawk and a goatee was listening to a subordinate officer report on the recent movements across the seas.
This was Admiral Kong.
The Den Den Mushi on the desk rang without warning, its features morphing to mimic a golden buzz-cut.
“Disque, this is Headquarters—Kong.
Has something happened?” Kong asked, picking up the receiver with a hint of confusion.
“Admiral Kong, this is the G-5 Branch.
Just a moment ago, our surrounding patrol fleet was completely wiped out.
The Rocks Pirates are heading directly toward us, and their target is likely the entire base.” “What?
Are you absolutely sure?” Kong asked, standing up in surprise.
“I’m certain!
At most, in half a day’s voyage, the Rocks Pirates will reach our waters.
Please instruct us, Admiral.” “Understood, Disque.
I will immediately dispatch Sengoku and Garp to your location.
Before they arrive, you must keep the Rocks Pirates outside the base at all costs and wait for reinforcements,” Kong ordered after a brief calculation.
“Understood, Admiral Kong.” As the line went dead, Kong pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering angrily to himself, “That damn Rocks…
he really doesn’t stop causing trouble for even a moment.” Meanwhile, in a certain sea area of the New World, several Marine warships were sailing across the boundless ocean.
“Hey, Sengoku, Tsuru, is there still no trace of Roger and his crew?
I’ve already finished all my senbei crackers.
How about we turn back to restock?
I can take a quick vacation in the East Blue while we’re at it,” a burly man around thirty years old said, picking his nose lazily as he looked at his companions.
“You bastard Garp!
You finished five full boxes of senbei in just three days!
Do you want to replace all the cannonballs, food, and fresh water on this ship with your snacks?” Sengoku, a man with round glasses and a braided beard, roared angrily, spraying spit all over Garp’s face.
“As for a vacation, don’t even think about it!
Do you think you’re Admiral Kong?
You can’t just take time off whenever you want!
Before we catch Roger, you stay on this ship and don’t go anywhere.” The dark-blue-haired woman standing beside them looked at Garp helplessly, completely speechless.
This was Vice Admiral Tsuru.
“Sigh, the Roger Pirates change their sailing route every few days, and they don’t even steal or rob civilians.
When will we ever run into them?” Garp complained, looking at Sengoku with a face full of despair.
“We have to find them even if it seems impossible.
We represent Justice.
How can we just let pirates sail freely?” Sengoku replied irritably.
Just as Garp was about to nag some more, the Den Den Mushi in Tsuru’s arms rang, instantly drawing the attention of both men.
“Could it be that we were badmouthing Mr.
Kong and he actually sensed it?” Sengoku muttered.
Tsuru answered the call, looking at the mohawk-headed device.
“Admiral Kong, this is Tsuru.
Do you have any instructions?” “Tsuru, take Sengoku and Garp and head to the G-5 Branch immediately.
No delays.
Go right now.” Hearing the sheer urgency in Kong’s voice, Tsuru’s expression turned serious.
“Did something happen, Mr.
Kong?” “Rocks and his officers have approached the G-5 Branch.
Every warship that tried to stop them along the way has been destroyed.
Their target is the entire base.
Get there as fast as your ships can sail.” “Yes, understood, Mr.
Kong.” Tsuru hung up and turned to face the two men.
“So, not only do I not get a vacation, but now I have to work overtime, right?” Garp asked, staring blankly at Tsuru.
Tsuru looked at him with a sigh and nodded.
“You bastard Garp, stop always thinking about vacations!
As Marines, it’s our duty to strike down these pirates, especially those who dare to actively attack our bases.
We must bring them to justice!” Sengoku scolded habitually, before turning back to Tsuru.
“Tsuru, let’s move!” “Understood.
The sea is getting less peaceful by the day,” Tsuru replied, walking toward the bridge to order the helmsman to change course immediately.
In the waters nearing the G-5 Branch, several massive pirate ships plowed through the waves.
“Jiehahahaha!
Captain, the warships along the way were pathetic.
Do you want me to just fly over to the base ahead of time and deliver a few big gifts?” Golden Lion Shiki asked, laughing arrogantly as he turned to Rocks.
“Hehehehe, there’s no need for that.
We’ll just crush them head-on.
The new trash who joined our crew lately need to be screened anyway.
Not just anyone has the right to be my subordinate.” Rocks D.
Xebec smiled cruelly, his voice carrying an absolute, dominating weight.
“If you fly over and wipe everyone out, how am I supposed to weed out the weaklings among our own men?
Hahahaha!” “Ma ma ma ma!
I just hope there are plenty of delicious desserts stored in that Marine branch.
Otherwise, I’ll make sure they all die in excruciating pain,” Charlotte Linlin said with a twisted smile, adjusting her pink leather outfit.
Only Whitebeard, Edward Newgate, stood to the side, watching Rocks.
He looked as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent, turning back to his drink.
“Listen up, you brats!
Full speed ahead!” Rocks commanded loudly, his voice echoing across the fleet.
“We reach the Marine base by tomorrow morning.
Wipe out every single Marine scumbag for me!
Let’s see which of you trash can actually manage to survive and be useful.”