Rumble, rumble, rumble.
Blue flames descended from the sky like a falling meteor.
The earth shook with a boom, then shattered apart as if it could not withstand a single blow.
Many members of the Beast Pirates who were fighting bloody battles were sent flying.
“Marco is getting more and more arrogant.
I’ll go deal with him.” Jack the Drought snorted coldly and stepped forward, but Sylvan pulled him back.
“Leave that guy to me.” Sylvan spoke confidently, a sharp gleam in his eyes.
He was clearly eager to try.
“But what about Whitebeard?” Jack the Drought looked miserable and said timidly, “I’m no match for that monster…” “You idiot.” Sylvan glared at him in disappointment and reminded him in a low voice, “Still haven’t figured it out?
We blew apart five or six pirate ships.
Plenty of pirates fell into the sea to feed the fish.
That old man Whitebeard treats his sons like his life.
If he were here, he would have jumped out long ago and used the Tremor-Tremor Fruit to fight us to the death.” “In other words, Whitebeard didn’t come?” Jack the Drought was overjoyed.
Then he furrowed his brows again and grumbled unhappily, “That bastard Marco really looks down on us too much.
He actually thinks he can attack us with that bunch of small fry he brought?” “Whitebeard probably thinks that with Kaido captured, the rest of us aren’t a threat, so he wants Marco and the others to get some training.” Sylvan analyzed to himself, his expression turning cold.
“That works too.
Tell our people to stop the bombardment and teach the Whitebeard Pirates a proper lesson.
Today, our Beast Pirates will discipline Whitebeard’s sons in his place!” “Jack.” Dozens of meters away, Marco, whose eyesight was excellent, caught sight of Jack the Drought.
Blue light burned again, transforming him into a dreamlike blue bird that swept over.
“Don’t bother with this kid.” Sylvan stared at the fleet approaching the island in the distance and said calmly, “Go handle that fleet.” “I’ll deal with you later.” Jack the Drought glared viciously at Marco, then turned and left.
“Trying to run?
Not a chance.” Marco sneered.
In his great bird form, he swept over Sylvan’s head, directly ignoring him as he chased after Jack the Drought.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
All of a sudden, the ground churned.
Heavy wood rose from the earth and shot straight into the sky, blocking Marco like a wall.
“What is this?
An ability user?” Marco was stunned.
He turned his head and looked around.
Aside from one little brat, there did not seem to be anyone else nearby.
“Marco, did Whitebeard not come?” Just as Marco was feeling doubtful, Sylvan’s voice rang out.
“It was you, brat?” Marco followed the source of the voice with his gaze, and Sylvan appeared in his sight.
“It was indeed me.” Being called a brat, Sylvan did not get angry.
There was no helping it.
Who made him only twelve years old?
He introduced himself politely.
“My name is Nico Sylvan.
I’m twelve years old this year, and I’m also the vice captain of the Beast Pirates.” “Huh?!” Marco’s face went blank.
Then he clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.
“Brat, have you gone crazy wanting to be a pirate?
Do you know what kind of person Kaido is?
He’s someone who can contend with Pops.
How could he find someone like you to…” The sky darkened without warning.
Marco’s wild laughter came to an abrupt stop.
He raised his head and looked toward the sky.
A black shadow was smashing down like a meteor.
“Not good!” Marco’s expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly dodged backward.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
At the critical moment, Marco avoided the black shadow’s attack.
The ground beneath his feet was not so lucky.
It was smashed into pieces, and the earth within a radius of dozens of meters trembled, leaving a complete mess behind.
“You brat…” Looking up, who else could that black shadow be if not Sylvan?
Marco’s face tightened, becoming extremely ugly.
If he had not retreated in time, Sylvan would have hit him.
“Don’t mind it.
This is just how I greet people.
You know, I’m too young, and my body isn’t as burly as Jack’s, so it’s easy for people to overlook me.
You ignored me just now, didn’t you?
Only by greeting you this way can I make you look at me properly, right?” Sylvan spoke calmly, a faint smile curving across his face.
Seeing this, Marco clenched his fists until they cracked.
That faint smile was filled with mockery.
He roared, “Brat, what kind of joke are you making?!” Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The instant his voice fell, blue flames swept across Marco’s body.
His speed was extremely fast.
His figure crossed the layers of space, and in the blink of an eye, his fist came smashing over.
A sharp light flashed in Sylvan’s eyes, and his clenched fist also blasted out.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
The instant their iron fists collided, the surrounding space trembled violently.
A destructive shockwave swept outward, spreading more than a hundred meters away.
Everywhere it passed, the surface of the ground cracked and collapsed.
“So strong.” Marco’s arm trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with shock.
In that punch just now, Sylvan’s strength had actually gained the upper hand.
Was this guy really twelve years old?
“This kid is called Nico Sylvan?” A flash of inspiration crossed Marco’s mind.
Wasn’t the young man who had escaped from Impel Down some time ago also named Nico Sylvan?
Looking carefully at this kid again, the two were exactly the same.
Marco stared at Sylvan with an uncertain expression and said hoarsely, “You, with a bounty of five hundred million berries, actually joined the Beast Pirates and became their vice captain.
I really am shocked.” A twelve-year-old vice captain?
Was this really not some pirate game of make-believe?
The strangest part was that this guy was not at all at a disadvantage while fighting him.
Sylvan remained silent.
He had no interest in wasting words with Marco.
His gaze drifted into the distance.
The members of the Whitebeard Pirates were densely packed together, and without exception, all of them had landed on the island.
Seeing this, Sylvan revealed a smile as if his scheme had succeeded.
“They’re all here.
The good show can pretty much begin.” Marco could not figure out what scheme Sylvan had.
Staring at the wicked smile on the young man’s lips, he felt inexplicably irritated and intensely uneasy, as if he had been calculated against.