I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 274, page 273: Is this swordsmanship?
"It's that familiar ceiling!"

Whitebeard, his entire body wrapped in bandages, raised his right hand and rubbed his forehead:
"How pathetic! Gurarara!"

A deep laugh woke Marco, who was lying on the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with surprise:
"Dad, you're awake?"

Whitebeard sighed, ignoring the rejection signals from every cell in his body, and sat up against the headboard:
"Tell me what happened next."

Marco immediately nodded and began to speak.

After hearing Marco's promise, Whitebeard's face turned pale and then flushed.

On one hand, there's the credibility of his own pirate crew's flag; on the other hand, there's what Teach cares about.

Fortunately, Teach was a sensible child, which made Whitebeard feel somewhat gratified. He decided to make it up to him in the future and find him a Devil Fruit worthy of him.

“Go and get my clothes. I’m going out to tell them that their father won’t fall so easily.”

Marco's expression changed, but he nodded silently, "Okay."

……

The original site of Beehive Island.

Inside the ship's dining car.

Enjoying the nutritious meal prepared by Makino and Xiong Bao, I relaxed and enjoyed myself.

As for the physical injuries, they are just ordinary external wounds that will heal on their own with a few breaths.

"Mercy, eat this, it's delicious."

Yamato would happily eat with everyone, and if there was something particularly delicious and satisfying, he would share it with Messer.

I took a skewer of golden-brown grilled meat that I couldn't quite describe.

It tastes really good; it's made by pounding and kneading the most exquisite parts of more than a dozen kinds of sea creatures, resulting in an incredibly harmonious and delicious flavor.

After eating it, the abundant nutrition will replenish the nutrients that the body lacks.

Although it doesn't work as quickly as water or earth essence, it offers an unparalleled sensory experience.

Across from the dining table.

Asya looked at Messer with some confusion:

"I thought you were going to kill Whitebeard, why did you let him go?"

"Killing him wouldn't benefit me much; on the contrary, it would please the World Government."

If they're happy, then I'm unhappy.

Asia nodded. "That's true."

At this moment, Otohime spoke up somewhat embarrassedly, "Mr. Messe, in the world of pirates, once someone fails, the credibility of their banner will be greatly diminished."

If the title of the world's strongest man changes hands, then those hyenas will be like sharks that smell blood.

Fishman Island is already in a precarious position, and Whitebeard's flag can no longer protect us.

"May we use your flag on Fishman Island?"

Moses looked at her and laughed:
"Sure. You can talk to Robin about it later."

Actually, there's another way: I can move Fishman Island onto the Eternal Ark.

There is a fairly large open space at the stern of the ship, which is perfectly suitable for placing Fishman Island.

Of course, you can decide the specifics yourself. If that's not possible, you can also place Fishman Island in the Calm Belt.

Otohime looked at Moses with deep emotion and nodded, saying:
"Okay, thank you. I'll discuss it with Neptune later."

Shirahoshi and Sharahoshi, who were next to Otohime, also thanked Messe.

Waving his hand, Moses laughed:
"No need to thank me for nothing, let's eat."

Princess Otohime wore a bitter smile.

Indeed, what was a huge deal to him was nothing more than a trivial matter in Moses' eyes.

Hancock, beaming, picked up a piece of steak from across the table and placed it on Moses's plate.

"Honey! Eat this, it's delicious."

Mercer smiled, picked up a piece, and put it in his mouth; it did taste quite good.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

Uta's voice came from the restaurant entrance, along with Billy the yellow duck.

She ran over with a cheerful expression, humming a nice little tune.

She moved closer to Erii, staring longingly at the grilled meatballs on her plate.

Erii hesitated for several seconds, then reluctantly picked up a piece and handed it over.

Uta chuckled, opened her little mouth and took a bite, then blissfully squinted her eyes:
"Mmm! It's so delicious. Erii, I want more!"

When Makino saw Uta coming over in the kitchen, she smiled and said, "Uta, come over here, there are still quite a few here."

"Okay, thank you, Sister Makino, I'm coming right now."

She jogged over to the kitchen to get herself some food.

Princess Otohime asked curiously, "Who is this cute little girl? I feel like I've seen her somewhere before."

Uta looked at her and smiled, saying, "I'm from the Red-Haired Pirates. My name is Uta, and I'm a musician. Shanks is my father."

However, we have a very, very good relationship with Moses.

I can sing really well.

La la la~

Uta is a cow!
She is beautiful and has a sweet voice.

But Hancock just doesn't like it.

Because I've been called "auntie" before.

Her complexion turned sour as soon as she arrived.

Uta chuckled, making no provocative moves, behaving obediently, since getting beaten up would be pointless.

Even Shanks couldn't protect him.

Hancock herself was quite restrained.

Uta then seemed to remember something and asked with a grin:
"Messer, Shanks sent me to ask you, when does the World's Greatest Swordsman Tournament begin?"

"Why doesn't he come and ask himself?"

Mercer glanced at her, and Uta chuckled:
"Isn't he a contestant? Shouldn't we avoid any appearance of impropriety?"

Moses glanced at her but didn't point it out; Shanks wouldn't have that kind of scruple.

That's probably what Hawkeye wanted to ask.

I want to fight against myself.

"Go back and tell him that we will start the competition after noon."

"Okay, sure! I promise to get your message to them."

"Let's not talk about him anymore, I'm going to eat. Makino's cooking is still the best, much better than Lu's."

……

Mariejoia.

Hall of Power.

The Warring States period has come here again to get criticized.

The Five Elders, Satan, glared at him angrily and began to spew insults:

"What's wrong with your navy? You couldn't even seize such a good opportunity. Not only that guy, but you couldn't even kill a seriously injured and dying Whitebeard?"

The bald-headed Nasujuro was equally dissatisfied: "With Kizaru's speed, he should be able to take down Whitebeard at the very least, right?"
Even if it's impossible on the spot, surely they can hunt them down afterwards.

Sengoku said with a frustrated expression:

"All of Whitebeard's captains are here, and they're no ordinary men."

"waste!"

"big eater!"

"What use are you?"

Warring States Period: "."

After being verbally abused by five scoundrels, he returned to Marineford with a dark expression.

Seeing Kapu sitting in his office with his legs crossed, eating sweet potato chips and drinking new tea, he was immediately furious.

He snatched all of Kapu's sweet potato chips and shoved them into his mouth, chewed them vigorously a couple of times, then picked up Kapu's teacup and downed the tea leaves in one gulp.

He let out a heavy sigh.

He looked at Garp with a gloomy gaze.

"Your grandson has become famous and ascended to the throne of the world's strongest. So, Mr. Garp, what are your thoughts on this?"

Garp rolled his eyes at Sengoku, then pulled out another bag of senbei from behind him, opened it, and started eating. After a couple of bites, he glanced at Sengoku and said, "My grandson Messe isn't a pirate. Is it wrong for him to become the world's strongest?"

Sengoku's face darkened with intense jealousy. Using his Observation Haki to ensure there were no unauthorized individuals around, he took out an anti-eavesdropping Den Den Mushi and activated it:
"We both know perfectly well that it's either him or the Celestial Dragons of the World Government; he is indeed incredibly strong."

However, the Five Elders of the Celestial Dragons, along with some hidden forces, are a group of indestructible individuals.

What does your grandson have to win with?

"If a real fight breaks out, what will your stance be?"

It seemed that Zhan Guo was implying something, or perhaps he was testing someone.

Garp slowed down his eating and his gaze became more profound.

A few seconds later, he suddenly chuckled and burst into laughter:

"What does this have to do with me? I'm just an old soldier who's about to die. Who knows when I'll kick the bucket and pass away peacefully in my old age."

Sengoku noticed that even the wrinkles on Garp's face had decreased over the years.

Hearing his words again now, her lips twitched violently.

With a dark face, he lowered his voice and cursed:

"You damn old bastard, give me a straight answer. That kid is too dangerous. He's fully capable of threatening the Celestial Dragons' rule."

What are your thoughts on this matter of justice?

Garp fell silent. "Justice? The Celestial Dragons hold a hunting game every three years."

Although it wasn't a grand event, is our navy truly righteous?

Sengoku remained silent, his face dark. "We are merely members of the World Government. We must obey orders, and a minority may be sacrificed when necessary."

"And now, suddenly a terrifying monster has appeared, someone who might destroy their rule."

"Kapp said calmly, his eyelids drooping."

"Sengoku, what choice do you want to make in the future? Is it absolutely right to continue to follow the World Government's orders?"
still"

Warring States was silent.

Silently sitting down next to Garp, she took the senbei from his hand and crunched it into her mouth. "What exactly is your kid thinking?"

Karp said calmly, "Which one are you asking about? Your good-for-nothing son, or your precious grandson?"

The corner of Zhan Guo's mouth twitched.

"nonsense."

"I don't know. Let's just go with the flow. He has the power, but he won't harm ordinary civilians."

Whether he wants to remain secluded or strive for greater achievements, it's entirely up to him. I'll just watch from afar.

Sengoku remained silent. Garp suddenly cursed, "You bastard, you ate all my senbei again."

"Have you no shame?"

"You're shameless, you filthy thing! Where did you get your food from?"

Garp was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant: "Oh! I took it from you. It's okay then, hehe~ hahahaha."

After saying that, he patted his bottom, got up, and walked outside. At the door, he turned back and laughed.
“We’re all getting old, let the younger generation do some things.”

Opened the door and walked out.

……

I went outside and onto the deck.

Mercer took a deep breath. The delicious food he had eaten was broken down and digested by his stomach and intestines, while the unwanted waste was swallowed up by the gray mist that appeared in his stomach and intestines.

Not a single bit is wasted.

On the ruins of Beehive Island.

Two figures were standing there.

Shanks and Mihawk.

As Mercer looked at the two, blue-white arcs of electricity crackled across his body. The next moment, his body disintegrated, and a bolt of lightning disappeared into the dark clouds in the sky.

Boom!

A thick bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the clouds.

A piercing electric current appeared between the two men, enveloping Mercer's body.

I held the Cold Dew in my right hand.

"Then let's begin now."

"To be fair, this duel can only be fought using swordsmanship and Haki."

Moses looked at the two of them and smiled:

Do you two agree?

Shanks' lips twitched. "Who do you think you are? Who needs you to give way to them?"

Mihawk nodded in agreement, looking dissatisfied: "Give it your all, otherwise even if I win, it won't be glorious."

Mercer chuckled softly:

"We gave you a chance, but you didn't take it."

Moses: "Are you ready?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures rushed over at lightning speed.

Weapons crackling with crimson lightning slashed towards him from both sides.

Mihawk swung Night and unleashed a full moon slash.

"The night is long and the croaking is loud."

Shanks unleashed a crimson light blade.

"Gods avoid."

As Mercer looked at the two men who showed no mercy, a smile curled at the corner of his mouth. In the next instant, a domineering pillar of crimson-black light erupted from his body.

Shanks and Mihawk's eyes narrowed suddenly, thud!
A terrifying, domineering aura erupted from it.

The two of them froze abruptly. The pillar of light on Messer's body instantly collapsed towards the Cold Dew Sword. With the enhancement of his dragon form, he unleashed a blade of light with terrifying force.

Bang! The light blade shattered Shanks's blade, and the terrifying force sent him flying.

At the same time, the ankle twists.

Moses turned around with momentum and slashed at Mihawk's blade.

Clang! It sounded like a muffled thunderclap.

Both of them took a step back at the same time.

Mihawk felt a dull pain in his body, and his eyes gleamed with a burning light.

The giant blade felt weightless in his hand, wielded with effortless ease. The terrifying blade aura, carrying a violent pressure, was enough to cleave mountain peaks with every strike.

Clang! Bang! Clang! Clang!
The two men brandished their weapons.

Seemingly slow but actually fast, they wielded their knives and swords, clashing repeatedly.

The deafening clanging of metal continued.

The next moment, the two separated again.

Shanks suddenly appeared beside Moses and slashed down with his sword:

"I'm very strong, but I'm not someone you can defeat so easily."

A terrifying compressed wind blade coiled around the blade and slashed towards Messer.

"One of the griffin's abilities is wind control. I am in harmony with the sword, and I can completely control the power of this wind."

Mercer's eyes darted around, his sword flashing with a slashing intent!
Clang! The sword blade sliced ​​through the wind.

At the same time, a terrifying gust of wind blasted Mercer away.

At that moment, Mihawk leaped into the air, raising his Night Slash to unleash a black and red light blade.

Seeing the incoming sword strike, Mercer nimbly spun around in mid-air to dodge it, while simultaneously unleashing a series of sword strikes.

hum!
A barrage of black and red light blades swept towards the two of them.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding.
An incredibly piercing metallic clanging sound rang out.

The two below wielded their weapons with ease, shattering the dense barrage of powerful slashes.

Looking at the two of them in this scene.

Moses laughed.

next moment.

Terrifying thunderclaps erupted from the thunderclouds in the sky.

One after another, ferocious silver snakes fell from the clouds.

It struck Moses precisely.

At the same time, the electric arc converges on the sword's body.

Mercer unleashed a undulating bolt of lightning at the two below.

Mihawk unleashed a terrifying slash that severed the lightning, and then unleashed another slash that shot straight into the sky, splitting the clouds in two.

But it didn't take long.

Under the influence of the magnetic field on and around the island, the thunderclouds in the sky gathered together again.

Mercer manipulated the lightning, unleashing bolts of lightning strikes at the two below.

With relaxed expressions, the two casually flipped their swords and shattered the lightning.

However, from the perspective of spiritual vision,

The entire island is like a giant magnet, with water vapor constantly gathering from all directions, and thunderclouds in the sky accumulating abundant water droplets.

Raindrops fell one by one.

At the same time, lightning and magnetic fields conduct to each other.

Moses had a sudden thought.

The next instant, an ocean of lightning appeared.

A vast ocean of lightning burst forth on the island.

Sizzle.
Chirp chirp chirp.
Buzz buzz.
A burst of lightning came into view.

Mercer's body decomposed the lightning, merging it into the magnetic field, and his domain expanded, enveloping the entire island.

Between breaths.

The sky was sculpted by lightning.

Long swords of lightning stood tall in the sky, slicing through the tangled wills like rain.

Thump! Thump thump thump thump thump thump! ! !
A dense rain of lightning fell upon the two of them.

Shanks's mouth twitched violently:
"Holy crap. This kid is taking the opportunity to get revenge."

Mihawk's greatsword swung into a terrifying tornado, sweeping towards the sky.

Shanks followed suit.

A dense rain of swords fell to the earth and then disintegrated into electric currents that shot into the sky.

It coalesces again, and then continues to fall.

This cycle repeats endlessly.

The two paled in comparison.

The onlookers were stunned; at first, they thought the three were evenly matched in swordsmanship.

But now.

Is this still considered swordsmanship?

This is the fucking Buster Call!

The two remained steadfast.

The diffusion of the power of the concept of weightlessness and dominance.

Ripples spread across the entire island, the earth began to tremble, soil and rocks churned and coalesced, and streaks of rock "grew" out from the ground.

The next instant, a dense barrage of rock swords shot into the sky, crackling with lightning as they slashed down at the two people below.

Shanks and Mihawk stood back to back, their lips twitching, struggling against the incredible swordsmanship.
Suddenly, the island below scattered and split apart, with fragments hundreds of meters in diameter shooting into the sky and forming swords.

Flames appeared in the sky, and lightning and fire intertwined around the greatsword as it slashed!
Thump! Thump thump thump thump
The onlookers stared in disbelief at the devastating scene, and at the same time, they decided in their hearts that this guy was someone they should never mess with in the future.

Otherwise, it would be worse than death.

Shanks and Mihawk stood on the ruins, which were a hundred meters in diameter. The surrounding islands had all flown into the sky and then returned to their giant swords as they fell back down.

Even if they could easily shatter the greatsword, they weren't machines.
Mercer swam freely in the magnetic field, the sword controlling it constantly rising and falling.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, a day and a night had gone by, and the entire island had transformed into a platform with a diameter of 100 meters.

And all around is the sea.

The sky above the sea is like a series of swords hanging in the air.

Shanks and Mihawk were both ragged and covered in dust, panting heavily.

A day and a night of relentless bombardment would crush even an iron man.

Suddenly, the rain of swords around us stopped.

The 100-meter platform where the two were located broke off from the island base connecting to the seabed. The two of them were then lifted into the air.

Under Messer's control, the giant swords of earth and rock in the surrounding sky were kneaded together and shaped into an incomparably huge super-giant rock sword.

With a loud bang, the sword blade plunged straight into the island's base in the sea.

Only the sword blade, which is a thousand meters high and a hundred meters wide, remains on the surface of the sea above the hilt.

Mercer appeared and stood on the hilt of the island sword, bringing the two of them over.

He looked at them with a grin.

"Still fighting?"

(End of this chapter)