I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 275 274. Thunder Emperor!

"What you're doing is clearly heretical; no swordsmanship is used like that."

Shanks gasped for breath and gritted his teeth.

Mercer retorted, "Ignorant! Don't try to fathom the depths of swordsmanship with your limited perspective."

"sharp."

Mihawk, his chest heaving, said expressionlessly:

"There are just too many swords."

Seeing that the two were still being stubborn, Moses laughed:
"You two, see if you can convince them or not."

Both of them fell silent.

Mihawk, sensing that his strength was almost gone, nodded. "I lost this time. Let's try again next time."

Shanks' lips twitched. He had thought it would be a three-way brawl with swords and knives, or that he and Shanks would gang up on Moses with their swords.

However, in reality, Messer ganged up on the two of them with a barrage of swords.

They cleaned the floor continuously for a day and a night.

A whole day and night!

God knows how the two of them managed to work together and persevere.

That's too unsportsmanlike.

Fortunately, neither of them lost an arm or a leg; otherwise, they would have definitely lost all face.

Anyway, it's better than Whitebeard; at least the two of us are standing.

Thinking about it that way, it's not so bad.

But it was only so-so, considering that the two of them were being overwhelmed by one person.

Even though I know this kid is powerful, you can't just bully people like this.

But we have to admit it.

However, to be fair, surviving that baptism of swords made Shanks feel that he had improved in every aspect.

Even the connection with the griffin has become closer, allowing for a deeper integration and the absorption of more of the griffin's power into oneself.

Nodding and laughing heartily, Shanks approved of the result:

“This time you are superior. This time you truly deserve to be called the world’s number one swordsman.”

Upon hearing this, Moses' face darkened. "Can't you speak properly?"

Shanks chuckled and said, "You just defeated Whitebeard and became the strongest in the world, and we both acknowledge that you are the best in the world when it comes to swordsmanship."

Together, they make up the world's greatest swordsman.

Moses stared at him speechlessly:
"According to you, if any woman becomes the world's number one, or the world's number one swordsman, then I have to be her man?"

Mihawk and Shanks blinked; their comprehension skills were indeed excellent.

He burst into laughter immediately.

"Not bad, not bad at all, as expected of you, your understanding is also quite good."

Mihawk's lips twitched as he listened to Moses' explanation, and then, thinking of this guy's female... no, female confidantes, he murmured:

"Maybe it's a man."

Shanks froze as if he'd been choked, staring at Mihawk in shock.

Moses's mouth twitched at first, then he looked at him and took a half step back, his gaze dark as he said:

"I don't like men."

Mihawk's lips twitched violently. Although he aspired to be the world's greatest swordsman, he thought, "Get lost."

Shanks' lips curled into a wicked smile.

Moses was displeased when he saw this, and said to him indifferently:

"I've been wanting to listen to music lately, so I'll borrow Uta's for a few years. That girl probably won't object, since all her best friends are with me."

Shanks' smile froze instantly, his face turning ashen. He gripped the hilt of his sword, veins bulging on his forehead, and his body emanated a black aura crackling with red electric arcs.

"How many years? I think you want me to stab you, huh?"
Come, come, come and see if my Griffin is any good.

Mihawk's lips curled up with interest. There was some great gossip to be had. He wasn't stupid; he could tell that his best friend Shanks's darling was going to see Moses all the time.

Seeing his doting father's expression, Moses smiled slightly.
"Then I'll go find Uta now."

His body transformed into a bolt of lightning and hurtled towards the ship on the distant sea.

Shanks, his face dark, sensed that Uta was currently on Messer's ship.

Why does my own perfectly healthy little cabbage keep thinking about going after pigs all the time?

His eyes were wide open like copper bells as he glared fiercely at the distant sea.

Mihawk said calmly, "Stop looking, everyone's gone. Let's think about how to get down later."

As if standing atop a thousand-meter-high mountain, surrounded by steep, smooth cliffs, Shanks looked at Mihawk and suddenly smiled:
"Then you'll have to figure out how to get down yourself."

Releasing the griffin from his hand, the longsword expanded and transformed, revealing a powerful and majestic phantom beast, the griffin, with the head of an eagle, the body of a lion, and broad wings on its back.

Shanks jumped onto its back, and riding the mount, he transformed into a whirlwind and flew down.

Mihawk's eyes gleamed with envy; he wished his nights could be like that too.

The next second, he leaped down, using Night Slash to unleash a strong gust of wind every few seconds, constantly adjusting his position with effortless ease.

They glided through the sky toward the direction of the Mercer ship.

……

A week later.

With the combined efforts of the Global Times and the World Economic Herald, the news of this competition spread like wildfire.

Those on the high seas who couldn't see the live broadcast were dumbfounded, wondering what was going on with the world, how it had suddenly become unrecognizable.

At the same time, a title also spread, and Moses heard that it was a title that Robin and Morgans had decided on together.

Mercer sat on the sofa in the cabin, holding a newspaper in his hand.

The title of the world's strongest man has changed hands; he is actually the world's greatest swordsman.

"The Pirate Empress's Man, a Legendary Figure."

The youngest non-pirate Emperor of the Sea, master of the Eternal Ark, and heavenly emperor who controls thunder—the Thunder Emperor!

This era belongs to the Thunder Emperor—Portgas D. Mercer!

The bold, thick, and red lines made headlines and dominated the headlines for a week.

Moses looked at an interesting headline on the news today.

The Thunder Emperor's radiance shines upon the sea, even at depths of ten thousand meters. The beautiful Fish-Man Island welcomes the favor of the great Thunder Emperor at this moment.

Messer's lips twitched as he looked at the news headline. A few days ago, he had taken Otohime and the others back to Fishman Island.

They also had Ace and his crew clear out the pirates on the island.

They officially brought Fishman Island under their control.

At this moment, Mercer put down the newspaper and focused his attention on the light screen panel.

The legendary status, which had remained unchanged for a long time, has undergone significant changes.

Legendary status:
[Slightly Famous → Influential Figure (Merit Points +50/day) (Every appearance of his is enough to stir up a storm.)]

One can clearly perceive pure and unique fluctuations emerging from nothingness, transforming into specks of light that enter one's body.

Sensing the surrounding environment, and with the Thunder Fruit within his body, a peculiar feeling appeared in his spiritual vision.

A unique fluctuation appears in perception; it is a kind of underlying logic of this world.

A strange emotion appeared in Moses' eyes. Could this really be possible?

He shook his head and continued to sense the interesting fluctuations.

Somewhat funny.

However, this underlying logical fluctuation is somewhat vague, like a mirage.

A thoughtful look appeared in Moses' eyes; it seemed that a higher level of legendary status was required.

For example, the kind of scumbag sun god Nika who, even after he died, is still sung about.

Think about it this way.

"The world government is quite a feast."

Moses turned away from the thought.

Close the panel.

Mercer sat up and stretched, listening to the melodious harp music and equally heavenly singing coming from the deck outside.

Moses appeared on the deck.

As soon as I came out, I felt a fierce gaze coming from me.

Ignore it.

Shanks, who was sitting in the corner drinking with Mihawk, suddenly twitched at the corner of his mouth. Mihawk, who was enjoying his drink, complained:
"Look at that guy, he's so arrogant. Just because he's become a celebrity, he won't even look at me now."

Mihawk said calmly:

"You're eating and drinking here for free, and you still think you're right?"

Shanks stared at Mihawk in disbelief. "Wait a minute, aren't you the same?"

Mihawk took a sip of the uniquely flavored wine and smiled. "I do own shares in the Ark of Eternity."

In short, I am one of us here, but you are not.

Shanks downed a bottle of liquor.

Moses looked at him and said calmly:

"Drink slowly, no one will take it from you. I don't have much else at home, but I have plenty of alcohol."

You can rest assured, you won't bankrupt me."

Uta stopped singing, pouting and looking helplessly at Moses: "Don't bully Shanks, he got a really bad beating from you a week ago."

He's complained about you to me quite a bit.

Moses glanced at Shanks and smiled:

"That's right, that guy is childish, I'll just ignore him."

Uta chuckled, and Shanks' blood pressure started to rise.

He pulled Mihawk along, looking displeased.
"Drink, let's keep drinking. Let's see if I don't drink him into bankruptcy."

"Mercy, tomorrow is my first ever concert, and I'm a little nervous, what should I do?"

Uta blushed as she looked at Messer.

A few days ago, Uta saw a mermaid singer performing on a makeshift stage in the Eternal Ark amusement park and felt very envious, whispering her thoughts to herself.

"So now we have tomorrow's concert," Mercer said with a laugh, placing his left hand on her head.

"Just imagine them all as Billy the Little Yellow Duck."

Pfft! Hahahaha!
Uta burst out laughing. A duck?
The two chatted and laughed, while Shanks drank alone in the back, looking sullen.

He wouldn't stop Uta from having his way, but Mercer was just too annoying.

This was something that should have been his responsibility as the father, but now it was all handed over to this guy, Moses.

Although he's a hands-off manager who delegates tasks to others, this is his territory, after all.

And yet, one cannot renege on this favor. This is truly frustrating.

He downed the entire bottle of wine in one gulp.

Looking at Moses with displeasure, he said:
"I'm itching to have a match. Let's go to the open sea and have a friendly competition."

I think you're just itching for a beating.

Moses said calmly, "I'll play along to the end."

Mercer flew out of the ship and onto the open sea, where the biting cold froze into a circular arena hundreds of meters long.

Shanks leaped over and drew his sword.

The next instant, their swords clashed.

The grinding sound of steel and the dazzling sparks flying.

Clang!

Shanks was cut down and forced back.

Mercer appeared before him and delivered a fatal blow to his throat.

Shanks leaned back and slashed out with his sword. Moses twisted his wrist and smashed the hilt of his sword down with a clang!

The two moved like phantoms, their superb swordsmanship flowing effortlessly.

Mihawk gripped the black sword Night beside him, a smirk playing on his lips, ready to seize any opportunity to intervene.

The Redfords, not far away.

"Hahaha, I bet five bottles of wine that the boss will be thrown into the sea in half an hour."

"I bet ten bottles of wine that Hawkeye Mihawk will join the fight within five minutes."

Beckman looked at these guys and smiled helplessly:

"How could you do this? I bet a barrel of good wine that Shanks can last an hour without being thrown into the sea."

One by one, those unscrupulous guys burst into laughter.

But their eyes held a hint of apprehension; that man was too strong, so strong that they were somewhat terrified.

Fortunately, we've known each other for a long time.

……

Mariejoia.

Hall of Power.

Looking at the newspaper in my hand.

The atmosphere in the room was very oppressive.

Satan said expressionlessly, "This day has finally come. He is now the strongest in the world."

Nasujiro said with a dark expression, "I just don't know what he's planning to do next."

Pitt said calmly, "We have already consulted Lord Im about him."

Lord Im said to wait, wait until Vegapunk's energy source, the Holy Mother's Flame, is created.

That ancient weapon can suppress all dissent in this world.

Maz: "Then that's the only way."

Listen to Lord Im's heavenly voice, how many more members of the Knights of God have been granted immortality?

"Why don't we ask Saint Garin and have him send his knights out to cause him some trouble?"

Vochuli: "Then let's ask. By the way, those CP9s have been very successful in their infiltration there, so it's time to let them get some useful intelligence."

I heard that guy has quite a few drugs that can perfectly enhance the human body. Let them find a way to get the formula.

"Well, yes."

"that's it."

"good."

The Five Elders' Tea Party has concluded.

……

evening.

Inside the restaurant, while enjoying the delicious food, Moses glanced at Shanks, whose face was bruised and swollen, and said with a playful expression:
"You come here during the day to freeload drinks, and then you come here at night to freeload dinner?"

Shanks turned his face away and said helplessly:

"Your food is delicious, can't I eat it if I want to?"

Uta complained helplessly:

"Shanks, don't lie. Isn't it because you don't want to go back and be laughed at by Beckman and the others?"

After saying that, he looked at Moses helplessly and said irritably:

"Can't you stop slapping me in the face? You're all big shots, can't you have some self-respect?"

Moses ate his meat with gusto, glanced at her, and said quietly:
"Don't you think Shanks is contradicting me?"

"Uh!"

Uta looked away guiltily, then burst out laughing, because there was another Mihawk with a similarly bruised and swollen face.

Mihawk ate his meal quietly and elegantly without saying a word, but the veins on his forehead betrayed his mood.

He looked at Moses with a helpless expression:
“I have the right to exchange for Angel 2. I don’t have a single Devil Fruit. I need to buy one on credit. I will bring a Devil Fruit or a Devil Fruit user within three months.”

Moses glanced at him and smiled:

"If it's you, that's fine. Just come to the lab with me then."

Mihawk breathed a sigh of relief. Anyway, they were all on the same side, and the favors owed to him were long gone, so he might as well continue to owe him.

I'd rather risk my life for him.

Shanks' gaze swept over Moses and Mihawk, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Angel 2? What's that? You two are hiding something from me."

Mihawk said calmly, "Go ask Moses yourself, let him decide."

Mercer looked at him thoughtfully, then smiled and said, "It's nothing particularly amazing, just..."

Shanks' lips twitched after hearing what Angel 2 was.

That's how emotional gaps arise.

Very helpless.

"I also want."

"Sure, you can trade a Devil Fruit for it, but only you are eligible to receive the injection opportunity."

Shanks opened his mouth, nodded, and then looked at Uta, realizing he couldn't be too greedy.

Seeing the curiosity in her eyes, Mercer smiled and said, "You can get the injection too later. It'll hurt a little, though. Let's do it after your concert."

Uta glanced at Shanks with a smug grin, "I guess I have more influence."

Shanks' eyes widened slightly as he looked at Moses:

"Then I'll find you two later."

Moses looked at him and suddenly laughed:
"One is enough."

Shanks quickly said, "Two, I'll give you two, it's settled then."

Uta rolled her eyes at Messer, "Since Shanks is giving it to you, then just accept it."

"Don't mention it."

Shanks' mouth gaped slightly, feeling utterly defeated.

My little darling is always drafty when she comes here.

His face instantly turned pitch black.

My chest hurts from anger.

To make up for it, I ate three large plates of fried pork chops.

……

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning.

The main stage in the center of Amusement Park No. 9.

Uta was wearing headphones and dressed in formal attire.

The stage was surrounded by people who came to show their support, and various projection devices were hung high.

Under Robin's intervention.

Uta, holding her first concert, acted like a famous superstar.

Uta enjoys the feeling of being under the spotlight on stage.

Holding the microphone, her pretty face was flushed.

"Hello everyone, I'm Uta. I love singing, and I want my songs to bring you joy and happiness. This is my first time holding a concert."

Please feel free to offer your guidance.

She wasn't nervous at all.

Hearing this heavenly and beautiful voice, everyone in the audience smiled knowingly.

"This is a song I wrote myself, and I named it 'New Era'."

Uta's voice carried through the microphone.

He took a deep breath.

He gestured to his surroundings with his eyes.

Music began to play.

The lips parted slightly.

A heavenly voice appeared.

"The new era is the future we are in now."

"If I could change everything in the world"

"."

"May the music, though endless, spread to faraway corners. Let me take you on a journey into dreams, where the dream world knows no bounds, and a new era will surely arrive!"

The heavenly, beautiful sound, amplified by the loudspeaker, resounded throughout the entire island ship.

Everyone stopped what they were doing with happy expressions, closed their eyes, and savored the intoxicating singing.

Uta spontaneously recited one song after another, both those he had learned and those he had composed himself.

A youthful and beautiful body danced energetically on the stage.

Mercer stood below the stage, listening to the song that massaged her cochlea, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Every time a song ended, the audience below the stage would cheer from the bottom of their hearts.

Uta's face beamed with a bright and happy smile.

The Billy duck, with its attractive appearance and golden arcs of electricity, fluttered and circled above Uta's head.

This scene was incredibly beautiful.

(End of this chapter)