The Dark Throne of Pirates

"The power is pretty good, I barely managed to learn an eight point."

"It's just that it's really difficult for an ordinary sword to use its full strength." He lowered his head and looked at the remaining sword handle in his hand.

Thrown from the high platform into the square.

"Boy, when did you learn the sword? That was a flying slash at the level of a great swordsman just now, wasn't it!?"

This sword shocked even the Warring States Period. The Navy had never seen a swordsman-level warrior in terms of high-end combat power.

"What I just learned, let me observe it again... maybe we can go further. For a great swordsman, it's still a little bit behind."

After saying that, his scarlet right eye stared down at Hawkeye, who was fighting with Foil Bista, the captain of the fifth division of the Whitebeard Pirates.

At this time, everyone in the battle was still shocked by Wayne's terrifying knife.

What was shocking was not how powerful he was, but the person who struck him was just a boy under twenty years old, the same as Ace who was about to be executed on the high platform.

Everyone was horrified by Black Dragon Wayne's terrifying talent and growth!

"Well, kid! It seems that he has grown again. This talent is really enviable." Whitebeard looked at Wayne solemnly at the bow of the ship.

"That slash! Why is there a shadow of the sword I just struck? I've never heard that Black Dragon is a swordsman before."

"Did you learn it just by watching me use Flying Slash once? No matter how you say it... it's too exaggerated!"

Hawkeye couldn't help but become distracted during the battle as he looked at the slashes made with ordinary swords.

"Lieutenant General Black Dragon is so strong!"

"As expected of the youngest lieutenant general in the history of our navy, he is as good as a general!"

"Brothers, charge! Kill these pirates!"

Wayne's blow not only dampened the arrogance of the Whitebeard Pirates, but also boosted the morale of the navy officers in the back row!

"Oz!" Ace couldn't help but exclaimed worriedly as he watched Oz fall to the ground with a broken arm on the execution platform.

"You monster." He looked at Wayne who was sitting cross-legged with angry eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, Ace."

"Look at the feet of your brother, the lying navy, the scattered limbs, the blood..."

"Isn't it all life? They don't have family? Or do you think only your family and brothers are special?"

He stood up, looked directly at Ace for the first time on the high platform, and glared at him unhappily.

"This is not a pirate's house game... this is war!"

"The war was caused by you, do you know? Ace, for your grandfather's sake, I gave you a chance to choose."

"So everything now is actually caused by you, isn't it?"

"Put away your pitiful eyes. If eyes could kill...believe me, you Whitebeard Pirates wouldn't survive today."

Although he was still angry, Ace didn't know how to refute Wayne's words.

He turned his head and glanced at the gloomy and gloomy Garp beside him, the straight white beard standing on the bow of the ship, and the brothers who were fighting for him in the square.

Tears began to burst, and fell on the stage: "... Big... family...!"

"Brothers, justice will prevail! Charge!"

Doflamingo heard the soldiers beside him shout and rushed towards Oz who fell to the ground.

Looking around the surrounding square, the navy clearly has the upper hand, whether it is high-end combat power or low-end numbers.

There is really no hope that Whitebeard can win the war.

He murmured softly: "Kaaaaaaaa...justice must win? That's of course, only the winner...is justice!!"

"Only the winner can define 'good and evil', the weak can't even choose the way to die! Yeah..."

Walking up to little Oz with an arrogant figure, his fingers flicked the thin transparent silk thread nimbly.

"Five-color line!"

"Bang!" Little Oz screamed, his right leg was cut off by an almost transparent silk thread, blood flowed like a column, and he lay on the ground in a panic.

Under Ace's desperate eyes, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Oz!"

"Captain Oz!"

"Little Oz!"

On the high platform, Ace and the Whitebeard Pirates looked at Oz's miserable appearance with his severed hands and feet.

They couldn't help shouting loudly with grief and anger, but the navy in front of them would not let go of the opportunity for the pirates to be distracted, and the attack became even more fierce.

The captains of the Whitebeard Pirates were forced to stop as they headed towards the inner circle high platform, and even slowly retreated back to the port.

"Ai...S..." Little Oz's huge body fell in the encirclement. He was still worried about Ace when he was dying. His only remaining right hand stretched straight and slowly approached Ace.

Although there was blood all over his body, as if he were a bloody monster crawling out of the depths of hell, his eyes looking at the high platform were so gentle.

"...O...Z...!" Ace struggled uselessly, trying to reach out to respond to him, but... it was in vain.

"Bang!" A small fist slammed into the huge palm.

Under Ace's disbelieving eyes, the remaining front half of Oz's right arm was shattered by this small fist.

Blood rained from the sky and fell in the square. This time, little Oz did not cry out in pain, because this punch completely ruined his last chance of life.

An Ran closed her eyes and fell into a pool of blood.

"Wayne!!!" Ace's eyes seemed to be eating people, staring at the figure in front of him, and the seastone handcuffs locking him made a jingling sound.

The places where his hands were cuffed were already stained with blood, and it seemed that he was trying hard to break his hands before biting the figure in front of him.

This time, Wayne didn't even bother to tell Ace the truth. He didn't even turn his head, and carefully watched the battle between the top players from all sides.

"Good opportunity!" Navy Headquarters Giant Vice Admiral Pelosi wore a steel mask, wielding a giant ax ten meters away with all her strength, aiming at the head of the white-bearded man who bowed his head and said nothing!

"The white beard is exposed!"

Whitebeard, who was still immersed in the sadness of losing little Oz, sensed the situation at this time.

After whispering softly, "Oz" punched the giant ax so hard that the giant iron ax broke into countless pieces and his fist spread out.

He grabbed the giant Lieutenant General's head and pressed it against the bow of the ship. A milky white halo appeared in his hand.

"Boom!" "Kakaka...!" The iron mask shattered, and the face under the mask could not be recognized as humanoid. It was squeezed flat and dripping with blood, white and red splattered all over the ground.

With just one punch and one palm, the life of a giant lieutenant general of this headquarters passed away quietly.

The corpse fell on the ice, making a large hole. Whitebeard straightened up, his eyes revealed endless murderous intent, and the overwhelming fierceness was even worse.

At this time, the marines who were close to Whitebeard couldn't help but swallow their saliva. They looked at Whitebeard with fearful eyes and backed away slowly.

Whitebeard did not continue to attack, and still stood upright at the bow of the ship, silently looking at the execution platform that was very close at hand, his eyes gradually began to become gloomy.