ocean-life Chapter 439: The Public's Opinion!
Chapter 439: The Public's Opinion!
Luffy was having a great time fighting on the battlefield.
His chest swelled, and he took a deep breath.
She curled up into a ball.
Hug your knees tightly with both arms.
The white mist collapsed inward.
The next second, he became a white spinning top and started spinning wildly.
An air explosion.
The airflow is torn apart by centrifugal force.
Luffy, amidst a sky full of black mist, crashed headlong into the encirclement of the Five Elders.
"Rubber Rubber Super Boomerang!"
A dark red lightning bolt danced wildly, formed by the fusion of Conqueror's Haki and Armament Haki.
The black and red light twisted into a destructive storm as they spun.
Saint Satan was the first to come forward.
He used his spider legs to block.
The enormous spider's body slammed into it.
All that could be heard was the crisp sound of the shell cracking.
Then Satan Saint flew out horizontally.
His massive body crashed through the ruins of three buildings.
The Saint of Vochuli then took over.
He charged with his fangs.
Luffy's powerful charge collided with the jet-black fangs.
The stalemate lasted only a moment.
The right fang of Saint Vocuri shattered instantly.
The massive body of the wild boar was thrown hundreds of meters away.
Two deep furrows were plowed into the ground.
The Five Elders' formation was torn open.
Nassuro Sei seized this opportunity.
He rode his skeletal horse and attacked from the side.
The first-generation Ghostly Cleave cleaved out a strange arc.
The blade sliced through the air.
Until Luffy.
Luffy's spinning didn't stop.
He didn't even turn his head.
He only extended one hand.
There was a flowing, invisible armor on his palm.
Spread your five fingers.
Place your palm precisely on the blade.
Luffy didn't take the slash head-on.
At the very moment of contact, Luffy used Nika's ability to forcibly deflect the direction of his slash.
Relay hit.
The slash was completely thrown to one side.
The blade's edge slashed into the earth.
The ground cracked.
A terrifying ravine, tens of meters deep and hundreds of meters long, appeared.
The rubble shot skyward.
Nasujiro Sei's arm, which was holding the sword, trembled violently.
The reaction force surges into the body.
Nasujiro Sei instantly lost his balance.
He and his horse tumbled and crashed into the rubble.
Maz Saint's attack has arrived.
A giant, strange bird swooped down from the sky.
He opened his beak.
A series of fan-shaped sound waves crashed down.
He wanted to shut down Luffy's space to maneuver.
But Luffy's spinning trajectory is unpredictable!
He brushed past the edge of the area covered by the sound waves.
High-frequency shockwaves tore the earth apart.
It only lifted the edge of the white mist around Luffy.
The deadly sound waves didn't hit him.
The ground suddenly exploded.
Peter Saint's giant earthworms broke through the soil.
A gaping maw snaps shut.
Rows of ring-shaped teeth close together.
All I caught was a fleeting white blur.
Peter Saint also missed his target.
Luffy slows down.
He stopped in mid-air.
My feet are on the air.
The heel bounced down twice, making a soft "pop" sound.
He reached out and patted his dizzy head.
Hehehe, I spun around too fast and almost made myself dizzy (＞_＜)
His tone was so relaxed, it was as if he were performing.
The bodies of the Five Elders lay scattered in the ruins.
Black divine power surged.
They began to repair their bodies.
Im, who controlled the consciousness of the five, did not show any intention of retaliating, and allowed the bodies of the Five Elders to be played with by Nika Luffy!
Although Luffy's fighting style is unreasonable.
All his actions stemmed from his imagination.
This absolute freedom, though Im's intricate strangulation net, became riddled with holes.
However, Im's behavior was quite abnormal!
Luffy stood in mid-air.
White mist rose around him.
It's clear that Luffy's stamina is being severely depleted.
But those white pupils shone with an unprecedented brightness.
"Thump! Tap! Thump! Tap!"
The beating of his heart resounded through the sky.
The rhythm of "The Drum of Liberation" is cheerful.
The high ground on the east side of the battlefield.
A rocky platform far from the main battlefield.
Zefa sat on a huge rock.
The stone, which had just been shattered, was piled up again by himself.
At this moment, Zefa's eyes were fixed on the white figure in the air.
He watched as Luffy kicked Nasujuro's skeletal horse into the ruins.
He watched as Luffy punched Vochuli Saint's half-destroyed body, sending it flying.
Zefa's lips parted.
He spoke.
"What a terrifying kid."
Zefa shook his head.
Shock.
Feeling emotional.
There was also a hint of undisguised admiration.
"I fought him before. That kid had a stubborn streak, and there was something about him that made him likable."
Aokiji stood not far behind Zaizawa.
Hands in pockets.
Aokiji's posture remained lazy and relaxed.
His shoulders were slumped.
His head was tilted to one side.
Those eyes, which always seemed half-asleep, were fixed on the white streak in the sky.
He remained silent.
Luffy did a somersault in the air.
He kicked the newly emerged Peter the Earthworm back into the ground.
Aokiji's lips moved.
He replied in a drawn-out, lazy tone.
"Yes, I never expected that it could grow to this extent in just two years."
His voice lacked its usual leisurely tone.
He had become more serious than he even realized.
Zefa heard it.
He remained silent for a few seconds.
He gave a loud "humph".
It's not that I'm disdainful.
The overwhelming emotions finally found an outlet.
Then he slowly said, "I'm quite looking forward to seeing how far this kid will grow in the future."
The southernmost point of the battlefield.
The navy's observation post.
This is a ruined highland.
Dozens of naval officers and generals were crammed among the ruins.
Someone is standing on the broken concrete slab to maintain their balance.
Some people crouched down next to the collapsed steel frame to cover their bodies.
The navy collectively chose to wait and see.
There's no point in them joining a battle of this magnitude.
But watching the game is a must.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the battlefield.
They watched as the white light and shadow collided with the five black torrents.
The hushed whispers spread like a tide.
Most of the high-ranking naval officers present knew the identity of the white-clad figure.
Monkey D. Luffy.
A reward of 3 billion yuan is offered.
Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates.
Lieutenant General Garp's grandson.
The biological son of Long, the leader of the revolutionary army.
A young major general swallowed hard.
He whispered in his companion's ear.
"No wonder he's Vice Admiral Garp's grandson?"
The lieutenant general beside him nodded mechanically.
My lips are dry.
"It's monstrous that one person could overpower the Five Elders like this."
A third person's voice chimed in.
There was an uncontrollable bitterness in his voice.
He stared at the white figure in the distance, patting its belly and laughing.
"It's a pity he's a pirate. If he were on the Navy's side..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
The officer who was speaking first shook his head with a wry smile.
He swallowed the rest of his sentence.
Unfortunately, there is no such thing.
The very front line of the position.
A broken stone pillar lies across the ground.
Fujitora sat quietly on the stone pillar.
Those empty eyes were exposed to the air.
Two hideous knife scars.
Facing the flying pebbles and dust.
Fujitora was blind.
But he can hear.
He heard the sound of the "Drum of Liberation".
"Thump-thump-thump".
Every single movement was filled with an atmosphere of freedom!
There was no murderous intent, only joy.
He heard the force of the punch tearing through the air.
Each explosion represented one of the Five Elders being blasted away.
He heard the sound of the Five Elders' bodies shattering and reforming.
It's disgusting.
The clearest sound was Luffy's laughter.
"Hehehehe!"
Although the laughter seemed out of place on the battlefield, for some reason it brought great joy.
Fujitora's lips curled up in a smile.
"Luffy-kun is indeed the person I've wanted to see most in my life."
He paused for a moment when he said the words "most wanted to see".
Then, Fujitora raised his left hand.
His large, rough palms covered his eyes, which were sealed shut by knife scars.
He held that position for a few seconds.
A few seconds later, he spoke again.
His voice was filled with regret and self-deprecation.
"I wish I hadn't blinded myself in the first place. I really want to see this kind of battle with my own eyes."
Kizaru was standing less than five meters to the right rear of Fujitora.
He had his hands in the pockets of his yellow striped trousers.
His posture remained unchanged.
His shoulders were drooping.
The weight is shifted to the left leg.
His head was tilted slightly.
He wore brown sunglasses.
The glasses obscured his eyes.
But today, Kizaru is behaving extremely abnormally.
There is no long vowel sound like "Oh, how scary!"
There was no cynical self-talk.
The teasing was not delivered with a nasal tone.
He just stood there.
It was unusually quiet for Borsalino.
The surface of the sunglasses reflected the light and shadow of the battlefield.
A white meteor streaked between five black torrents.
Each clash creates a small spot of light on his mirror surface.
Several naval officers familiar with Admiral Kizaru exchanged glances.
They all realized something was wrong.
Admiral Kizaru loves to be sarcastic and cryptic.
Even when facing Fleet Admiral Akainu, he would sometimes make sarcastic remarks.
However, at this moment, he remained silent.
His right hand, which was in his pocket, was not idle.
At the fingertips, pale golden light particles flickered on and off.
Yi Ming.
One annihilation.
The flashing frequency is very low.
Like bioluminescent algae breathing in the deep sea.
That's the body's instinctive stress response.
When he senses something powerful enough to shake his soul, the elements of light will gather uncontrollably.
Silence was Borsalino's reaction at that moment.
Some things are beyond the words to describe, even for the most talkative person.
In the center of the battlefield, the roar rose again.
Luffy performs an upside-down kick.
The right foot, covered by the cherry blossoms, came down.
Satan Saint, who attempted a sneak attack, was blasted away once again.
The spider's leg snapped off in mid-air, scattering black blood everywhere.
That clear, crisp laughter rang out again.
Passing through the smoke of gunpowder.
Passing through the gravel.
It passed through the eardrums of every naval commander.
There was no murderous intent in that laughter.
Lacking ambition.
They lack the desire to conquer.
Only pure freedom.
Only the joy of breaking free from constraints.
An elderly naval vice admiral lowered his head.
He looked at his cloak, a symbol of justice.
He sighed softly.
"What a pity he's a pirate."
The person next to him shook his head with a wry smile again.
Unfortunately, there is no such thing.
Everyone understands.
This kind of freedom is not bound by any rules, and even gods dare to be trampled underfoot.
It is precisely the rigid naval system that can never accommodate such things.