One Piece: From Picking Up Red Hair's Broken Arm

Chapter 244 The World's Focus Here [First Update]

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"Hey, is the broadcast picture stable now?"

"Alright, alright, stop fussing around, Betty! Come down and watch with me!"

Den Den Mushi (snail phone) are amazing creatures.

Once the live broadcast signal is turned on, it can transmit live footage to all parts of the world in real time, thanks to its unique bioelectric waves and ability to synchronize with images.

There is almost no delay and no distance limitation.

The events that occurred on the Sabaody Archipelago were initially confined to the area around Sabaody, but as the commotion grew and the news became increasingly sensational...

So soon, it spread to all corners of the sea at an astonishing speed!
More and more factions received the news, gathered their forces, and came together to watch the live broadcast.

"Revolutionary Army".

This organization, which is feared by world governments the most, is no exception.

At this very moment, at the Eastern Army's temporary base.

The Eastern Army officers, led by Commander Bello Betty and Deputy Commander Asilu, were gathered around a man completely shrouded in a hooded robe, staring at the scene on the screen with varying expressions.

"Hey, hey, hey, Ashiro, did you see that?! Our fellow countryman from the East Sea is really outrageously arrogant!"

Betty lit a cigarette, grinning broadly, "They actually attacked the Celestial Dragons and the Knights of God! And in a place like Sabaody, in front of the whole world! This is something our Revolutionary Army has always wanted to do, but never had the chance to accomplish!"

"Calm down, don't get too excited, Captain Betty."

Ashel pressed down on her shoulder and said in a low voice, "This scene is indeed inspiring, but that doesn't mean our Revolutionary Army can't do it. It's just that Mr. Dragon has always been more low-key."

"But it is precisely because of this that our revolutionary army has been able to continuously grow stronger and expand its scale, step by step, to become the greatest threat in the eyes of the world government, Mr. Dragon, am I right?"

The dragon did not respond immediately.

His gaze remained fixed on the screen, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

"What a terrifying man."

Long spoke in a low voice, "He's only been at sea for a year, yet he's grown from an unknown figure in the East China Sea to this level, and he's not even twenty years old yet. Even looking at the entire Sea Era, he's..."

He shook his head again, slightly regretful.

"Unfortunately, early fame inevitably leads to arrogance, and his actions are far too aggressive and reckless. If this continues, even if he succeeds in trampling the World Government underfoot this time, the most likely outcome in the future is that he will only become the second Rocks."

"Huh? What a spoilsport, Mr. Long. I won't allow you to talk about my fellow townsman like that. After all, I've been idolizing this guy for months."

Betty exhaled a smoke ring and grinned, saying:

"Besides, there's no need to be so pessimistic. In my opinion, the way the Fallen Ones operate is much more reliable than the Rocks Pirates back then."

"They all arrive at the same destination by different paths."

Dragon didn't want to argue further. After a moment's thought, he spoke:

"Pass on my orders: the Grand Line Army, the Western Army, and the Northern Army shall begin operations immediately. Also, have Ivankov and Lightning, with whom we recently made contact, cause as much disturbance as possible in Impel Down."

"Ok?"

Betty was slightly taken aback. "What's this?"

"Although we are not on the same side, since we are fighting against the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, we are allies on the same front. How can the Revolutionary Army stand idly by? We have to lend a hand no matter what."

The dragon turned its head and spoke calmly, "The tide of a new era has arrived, but those who overthrow the throne of God should not bear the backlash alone, should they?"

What a cool declaration! No wonder you're Mr. Dragon! Ashiro's eyes lit up.

"Tch, why don't you just say you want to help? You're such a hypocrite..." Betty rolled her eyes. "I'll get right on it!"

He left in a hurry after saying that.

The dragon's gaze returned to the screen.

But this time.

His focus wasn't on Xia Nuo, but rather on the other side of the battlefield.

In that scene, a tall man wearing a bear-ear hat is displaying extremely terrifying strength.

Single-handedly, he not only easily suppressed the two great members of the Divine Knights, Qilingom and Junzi, but also managed to take the time to repel all the naval officers who tried to provide support.

Long time no see, Bear.

A hint of nostalgia flickered in Long's eyes. He recalled his first encounter with Xiong many years ago, and the boy who had endured countless misfortunes yet still maintained a kind and gentle heart.

originally.

When he learned that Xiong had joined the Fallen Ones and was intimidating the sea with the name "Thunder Meteor," he respected Xiong's choice but couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

And now.

It seems there's no need to hold onto this slight regret.

The tragic death of your father, the hardships of your childhood, Ginny's regrets... Bear, although you have never mentioned it, the resentment you have towards the Celestial Dragons has never really dissipated deep in your heart, has it?

Back in the Revolutionary Army, for the sake of the greater good, I could only endure and endure for so many years, but after joining the Fallen Ones, I suddenly had an opportunity so quickly...

Long took a deep breath.

Then.

Keep venting like this, bear!

Let those high and mighty Celestial Dragons truly feel your pain and your long-overdue rage...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Click!

A thick bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky, making the entire sea area shrouded in the storm appear even more sinister and terrifying.

Amidst howling winds, the newly manufactured Redford is speeding towards the Red Earth.

Red-haired Shanks stood at the bow of the ship, draped in a cloak, gazing intently at the distant horizon.

"How much longer until we reach Chambord?" he asked without turning his head.

"Boss, even in the best-case scenario, it will still take about two or three hours."

The intelligence officer, Hongo, sighed worriedly, "I don't know if we'll make it in time. Alas, we're just too slow in getting intelligence..."

"No, Hongo, your intelligence feedback was very timely. In the end, it's still because the Fallen Ones are too elusive and unpredictable."

Jesus broom wiped the gun barrel, frowned, and interjected:

"It's really strange. I don't know how they did it. Those guys just appeared out of nowhere in Sabaody Archipelago and launched a surprise attack. The sea in the middle was full of Whitebeard's men and Navy surveillance ships, but they didn't even notice them."

"That man has reached this point because he has secrets that none of us can understand."

Beckman, cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced at the captain ahead:
"Let's leave those aside for now. Shanks, I reckon the World Government and Marine Headquarters will be fine with you, but what about Shano? Do you think that guy, with his temper, would actually sue us for peace after all this?"

"..."

Shanks fell silent, recalling their encounter in Blackrock City last year, and finally shook his head.

"Disaster."

That man's conviction was unparalleled in its strength and steadfastness among all the people he had ever met.

"But we have to try anyway."

Shanks narrowed his eyes and said, "Judging from the current situation, although Sabaody is in chaos, at least no Celestial Dragons have died as a result, so there is still a possibility of peace talks between the two sides."

Even if there's only the slightest chance, he'll fight for it.

That was far too reckless, Shano.

The tide of the new era has indeed become unstoppable because of your sudden emergence, but the timing for this tide to crash onto land is still far too early...

The balance of the ocean needs to be broken, but certainly not now. "Why can't we be more patient and wait a few more years?"

Shanks stretched out a hand, feeling the raindrops hitting his palm, and murmured, "Why bother? A few years would have been enough."

Once that brat awakens, won't all the problems be solved?

Luffy...

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Amazon, lily.

"Another boring day..."

A languid, slender figure leaned against the windowsill, one hand supporting her chin, gazing blankly at the distant sky.

This land in the Calm Belt has little contact with the outside world. Not to mention Den Den Mushi live broadcasts, even News Birds are reluctant to pass through this area. If you want to see the news, you always have to send someone to the outside world to collect newspapers and bring them back.

In the distance, two female guards at the bottom of the steps were whispering to each other.

"What's wrong with Lady Snake Princess now?"

"Who knows? It's been like this a lot ever since we came back from the last hunt..."

Talk about it.

The Snake Princess's temper remained aloof and fiery, but since returning from that day, she has inexplicably become much easier to get along with.

At least they won't make a long list of unreasonable and difficult demands like before, nor will they treat them like dirt.

Even the newspapers my mother-in-law brought...

"Hey, you two," Hancock suddenly turned around, sounding somewhat annoyed, "Haven't the latest newspaper arrived yet?"

"Not yet." The female guard was startled and replied cautiously, "But it will be soon. Judging from the pattern of the previous times, Granny Za should bring the newspaper to the palace to see you the day after tomorrow morning."

"Will it be the morning after tomorrow?"

Hancock turned back, puffed out her cheeks, and huffed, "Ugh, what's going on? Seriously, that old woman... Hey! Remember to wake me up right away when the time comes!"

"Yes, Lady Snake Princess!"

After the two female guards finished speaking, there was no further response. The two women looked at each other, completely bewildered.

That's really strange.

What exactly made the Snake Princess, who was indifferent to the outside world, so fond of reading books and newspapers?
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The country of peace.

On the grass, Quinn and Jhin stood together with strange expressions, looking at the father and daughter sitting cross-legged side by side in front of them, staring intently at the screen.

How long has it been...?

How long has it been since I've seen these two? They didn't argue when they met, and they sat together peacefully.

Kaido was unaware of what the two were thinking. He appeared to be focused on the screen, but in reality, he would occasionally steal glances at his daughter beside him.

Strange, where did this kid hear about Xia Nuo from? And why did he take the initiative to come and watch this live stream with me?

But it doesn’t matter.

He was happy to see this.

That brat Shano has earned his approval in terms of both strength and spirit. It's fine if Yamato becomes infatuated with him; it's better than him constantly wearing a shimenawa and shouting that he's from Oden.

Let's just try anything, even if it's a desperate measure, and hedge our bets.

"Hey, Kaido."

Yamato suddenly spoke.

"?"

Kaido snapped out of his daze, frowned, and showed a hint of displeasure. "Hey, now that I've fulfilled your request, kid, shouldn't you also correct your form of address?"

"Kaido, look at the screen, not at me."

Yamato remained unmoved, his face cold as he said, "The critical turning point has arrived. In my opinion, this war, which has lasted until now, is about to end."

Ok?
Kaido was startled and, no longer bothering to conceal his peeping, hurriedly looked at the screen in front of him.

Sure enough?

He narrowed his eyes, as if, just as Yamato had said, it was truly coming to an end...

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boom!
Amidst the deafening explosion, Sentomaru coughed up a mouthful of blood and, along with the last two Pacifistas, collapsed to his knees.

Sizzle... Pop!

The two pacifist faces flashed with electricity a few times before the light in their eyes completely dimmed, and they became unresponsive.

"That's enough, Fatty!"

Jack stepped on Sentomaru's face and sneered, "Although you've put in a lot of effort with these robots, you've actually managed to hold out against me until now, which shows you're quite capable!"

This guy is just so-so in other aspects.

But its defense is truly formidable; it's almost as strong as his thick skin and flesh!

"..."

Sentomaru barely opened his eyes, as if he wanted to say something.

But after being beaten for so long, his willpower had reached its limit, and in the end, his head lolled to the side and he fainted.

"Consider you lucky."

Jack snorted and released his foot.

He remembered his boss mentioning that he should be careful when dealing with people associated with Vegapunk, as they might come in handy in the future. So, after confirming that Sentomaru had lost his fighting ability, he couldn't be bothered with him anymore.

He pulled the scythe from the remains of a pacifist beside him, raised his head, and looked to his right.

dong dong!

A dull, drum-like rumble resounded continuously; it was the sound of the bear brutally beating two members of the Divine Knights.

Jack had already noticed that the two members of the God's Knights had rather strange and troublesome abilities.

A being that can manipulate arrows to irrationally evade damage aimed at it;
The other one summoned many enormous black monsters that pounced on the bear from all directions.

Even so, Xiong still maintained the upper hand and was always able to use his high-speed teleportation ability to find weaknesses and deliver a heavy blow to the two members of the Divine Knights.

It either blew his head off or pierced his chest...

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been dead long ago.

But the members of the Knights of God are clearly not ordinary people.

If your head is blown off, a new head will regenerate in an instant; if your chest is pierced, your body will be reconstructed in a flash of black mist.

Is this what is meant by "immortality"?

Jack put himself in Xiong's shoes and realized that if he and Xiong had switched places and were facing these two, he would have become increasingly impatient and wanted to tear them to pieces.

You can see what the bear looks like...

Strange, why does he seem to be enjoying it so much?
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P.S.: I'll continue writing late into the night; there's one more update to come.

(End of this chapter)