Some time earlier.
New World, Whitebeard's territory.
"Oyaji, I heard that Jin-An guy is going up against the World Government."
Marco raised his glass, took a large gulp, his eyes flashing with excitement.
They had always harbored discontent towards the World Government. Last time, to seek justice for their fallen brothers, they personally went to Mary Geoise, but were ruthlessly turned away.
To prevent greater harm to his sons, Whitebeard could only temporarily retreat and look for other opportunities.
But that battle, the feeling of frustration was deeply etched in everyone's heart.
Now, hearing that the World Government was in turmoil because of Jin-An, Marco couldn't help but laugh heartily, the pent-up anger in his heart seeming to find some release.
"Gurarararara..." Whitebeard let out a boisterous laugh, he held a jug of sake, a hint of approval in his eyes, "That Jin-An kid, he's got guts! Roger didn't misjudge him after all."
There was a hint of gratification in Whitebeard's tone, as if he saw the shadow of Roger in Jin-An.
That man who once fearlessly pursued freedom on the sea was now a legend, while Jin-An was like a newly sharpened sword, breaking through the shackles and confronting the World Government head-on.
Marco's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked with a hint of fighting spirit, "Oyaji, are we going to make a move too?"
Whitebeard slowly put down his sake jug, his eyes as calm and firm as the deep sea.
He looked at the distant, undulating sea, his gaze as deep as an abyss: "That Jin-An kid is indeed a ruthless character, but it's not enough—the grudges between us and the World Government should also be settled."
As soon as he finished speaking, the members of the Whitebeard Pirates were all shocked, and a fiery fighting spirit burst out in everyone's eyes.
Kozuki Oden's hand unconsciously gripped the hilt of his sword, a hint of excited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth; Blamenco swung his giant hammer, the giant hammer cutting through the air brought a burst of wind; other members also rubbed their fists, their fighting spirit was high, as if ready to set off at any time.
On the entire ship, the atmosphere gradually climbed with Whitebeard's words, anger, unwillingness, and heroic feelings intertwined, condensed into hot blood, shrouded in everyone's heart.
"Oyaji, we'll charge with you one more time, even if we face the Five Elders, we will never retreat!"
Marco slammed the table, his face full of determination.
The surrounding members also nodded, responding with fearless smiles.
Whitebeard looked at his crew members, who were like his own children, and laughed heroically, a thick emotion flashing in his eyes.
He raised his sake jug high and shouted heroically, "Then let the World Government know how the name of the king of this sea, gurararara, was built!"
Along with his words, Whitebeard waved his hand and slammed the sake jug heavily on the deck. The sake jug shattered instantly, splashing countless sake flowers, as if igniting the flames in their hearts.
"Good! Kill the damn World Government!"
"That bastard Teach must still be hiding in some corner, watch us not blow up his dog head!"
"Kill this group of bastards!!"
"......"
In Whitebeard's laughter, all the members of the Whitebeard Pirates burst out with deafening roars, their fighting spirit burning in everyone's heart, ready to pour this anger onto the World Government at any time.
"Whirring..."
Their ship moved forward with the waves, as if the sea was also shocked by their momentum. Waves hit the ship, stirring up waves, like playing a prelude for their upcoming battle.
As Whitebeard's decision fell, a moment of silence was like a brief pause before the storm, and then, a tsunami-like cheer broke out on the ship.
Everyone's face bloomed with excitement and unyielding smiles, and the fighting spirit ignited in their hearts was as fiery as a flame.
Kozuki Oden took the lead in raising his sword, the blade shimmering dazzlingly in the sunlight, with a hint of eager excitement, "After waiting for so long, we can finally have a good fight!"
His eyes were sharp, as if he had already seen the scene of himself charging into battle and splitting the enemy's battle formation.
"Hehe, let those government guys have a good taste of our power!" Rakuyo slammed his fist hard, accompanied by bursts of wind, making a trembling sound.
His heart, which usually beat very steadily, was also beating like a drum under the impact of the fighting spirit, and his whole body exuded an impatient and fierce aura.
Marco stood at the bow of the ship, his arms crossed in front of his chest, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
His eyes looked directly into the distance, as if he had seen through the conspiracy and arrogance of the World Government, and sneered: "Their self-righteous and superior posture should have been broken long ago."
"Well, this war will definitely make them pay the price!"
As soon as Marco finished speaking, the surrounding crew members responded one after another, their eyes sharp and their fighting spirit high, they were all eager to try, apparently already impatient.
Whitebeard looked at his spirited subordinates, and a kind of gratification and pride flowed in his eyes.
"Gurarararara..."
His gaze was like a steady and sharp knife, slowly划过过 everyone's face, his tone sonorous:
"You are all my children, since we have embarked on this path, then let this sea witness that we never regret it."
These words were like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, all the cheers stopped for a moment, and then a more fanatical roar swept the entire ship.
"Oyaji!!!"
"......"
The crew members slapped each other, hugged, and patted each other's shoulders. The excitement and enthusiasm before the war almost made the entire ship boil, and the hull seemed to be slightly shaken by their cheers.
Whitebeard smiled, looking at these partners who had been with him for many years.
He knew that no matter how difficult this battle was, they would charge forward without fear, even if they faced the Five Elders, facing the power of the entire World Government, they would never retreat.
The ship moved steadily in the wind and waves, heading towards the battlefield. The war drum had already sounded, and everyone in the Whitebeard Pirates was carrying a firm belief, ready to burn this blood to the extreme.
This battle, they are not only for themselves, but also for those lost companions and the never-yielding faith.
In their enthusiastic cheers, Whitebeard raised his head and stared deeply at the distant sky.
His thick voice resounded throughout the deck: "Sons—what awaits us is a war belonging to the strong!"
Whitebeard's mountain-like thick palm waved violently, and his thick voice rolled over the entire deck like thunder: "Set off! Elbaf!"
The crew members moved at the sound, and the passionate roar once again vibrated in the air.
Everyone's expression was filled with fiery fighting spirit, they didn't want to wait for a moment, and couldn't wait for the ship to rush to the distant battlefield immediately.
Their hearts had already arrived in Elbaf, eager to give the World Government a painful lesson with blood and anger on that land.
Marco quickly spread his wings, and the whole person turned into a huge phoenix, soaring into the sky with dazzling blue flames, soaring over the ship, exploring the route ahead.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, vigilantly scanning the sea, as if preparing the final line of defense for the upcoming battle.
His existence was like a lighthouse hanging high in the sky, guiding the crew members in the direction ahead.
"Is everyone ready? Today, we will let them know that the Whitebeard Pirates' reputation is not just talked about!"
Blamenco punched his palm heavily, his armor-like muscles shimmering with iron-like luster in the sunlight, his eyes firm, and his voice like thunder.
His words aroused even greater fanaticism among the crew members, and everyone tightened their weapons, their eyes flashing with the light of a vow to fight to the death.
Kozuki Oden raised his head slightly, and the blade of his sword trembled gently in the sea breeze, as if also longing for the upcoming battle.
As a swordsman, he never concealed his expectations for strong enemies. Today's battle, the opponent is the World Government, that is enough.
With a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, he whispered: "Elbaf, are you ready? We are coming."
The wind blew harder and harder, bulging the sails, and the ship drew a straight track on the sea, as if feeling the crew members' heroic ambitions, and its speed suddenly accelerated.
The cheers on the deck became louder and louder, like a battle song in a storm.
Everyone's face was filled with the confidence of victory, and it seemed that this vast ocean was ignited by their will.
Whitebeard stood steadily at the bow of the ship, his feet as immovable as iron stakes driven into the deck.
His hand was raised high, pointing in the direction of Elbaf, his eyes calm and firm, revealing an unprecedented sharp edge.
Every muscle in his body was tense, like a beast waiting to be unleashed, ready to meet the fierce battle at any time.
"Gurarararara!" Whitebeard's laughter echoed in the wind, with unwavering confidence and domineering, "Elbaf... wait! The Whitebeard Pirates are coming!"
Time turns back to the present, the Whitebeard Pirates have already entered the battlefield.
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