One-Punch Man in the One Piece World

Chapter 119 targets

Mary Geoise, between powers.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the orange-red light danced on the faces of the Five Elders, casting their weathered faces in shifting shadows.

The latest issue of the World Economic News was spread out on the table in front of me. The front page photo was extremely clear, showing the newly built council chamber, eight huge stone pillars, the emblem of intertwined scepters and kings on the lintel, and the profile of the silver-haired man standing in front of the high platform. Even through the paper, you could feel the arrogant and overbearing aura.

Jaygolucia Satan was the first to speak, his voice low and deep, like muffled thunder rolling from the abyss, slowly echoing in the silent room.

"The Kingdom of Norton, the second nation founded by pirates."

"But unlike Charlotte Linlin's, the Kingdom of Treasures is bound by blood ties; no matter how many children there are, they are still her own bloodline. But this Norton Kingdom—"

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Jaygolucia Satan looked up from the newspaper and gazed out the window at the dark night sky, as if looking at something distant.

"According to reliable intelligence, in just one month, more than 100,000 people have flocked to that island. Pirates, merchants, craftsmen, and even some civilians."

What that silver-haired boy wanted was not a family, not a loose alliance held together by blood, but a real nation.

A nation that constantly absorbs new people and continues to expand.

"And, most importantly, this country is still expanding!"

"At this rate of development, he will have power comparable to the Four Emperors in less than a year."

Don't forget, he already has three former Shichibukai under his command: Crocodile, Moria, and Jinbe. By then, it will be too late to stop him.

Silence spread through the room, heavy as an invisible wall.

"We must stop it," Topman Vochuli said, his voice resolute and without the slightest hesitation.

"But how do we stop it?" Shepard X. Pitt Saint asked rhetorically, his tone carrying a rare hint of helplessness.

"Kaido has already lost. That man who claims to be the strongest creature was sent flying by that silver-haired kid's fist."

On the Navy's side, Garp lost, and Kizaru also lost.

Sending all three admirals into battle—the risk is too great. If they lose, the navy will be completely finished. Who will maintain order on these high seas then?

"Then let's not fight head-on. Isn't that silver-haired kid trying to establish a nation?"

Marcus Mazsan said, "What is the prerequisite for establishing a nation? It is people. A continuous flow of people. As long as there are enough people, he can build that island into a real country."

Conversely, if those people are blocked, his country cannot be established.

He paused, reached for the newspaper on the table, and his gaze fell on the photograph.

"There's no need for a direct attack on Demon King Island; we just need to have the navy intercept it along the nearby shipping lanes."

Any ship attempting to defect to the Kingdom of Norton—whether pirate, merchant, or civilian—sink it.

"Kill civilians too?" Nasujiro raised an eyebrow, his neatly trimmed eyebrows slightly raised.

"Kill." Marcus Marssan placed the newspaper back on the table with a light touch, but his resolute tone pierced everyone's hearts like nails.

"Let the whole world know the price of siding with that silver-haired boy. Let them see the fire on the sea, the sinking ships, and the floating corpses."

Only in this way will those who are still observing become afraid, retreat, and obediently stay where they are.

The room fell silent again.

Jaygolucia Satan remained silent for a few seconds, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the other four people, before he slowly nodded.

I second that.

I second that.

I second that.

I second that.

Five people, five votes, unanimously approved.

"Then it's settled," said Jaigolusia Satan. "Inform Sengoku and tell him to carry it out immediately. Tell him this is not a suggestion, it's an order."

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

In the office, the secret order from Mary Geoise lay on the table, the handwriting clear and the wording stern, leaving no room for negotiation.

Sengoku rested his chin on his hands, staring at the document for a long time; his usually dignified face was now filled with exhaustion.

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Staff Officer He sat opposite him, his cigarette never stopping, the bluish-gray smoke rising and slowly dissipating in the air.

"If we do this, our reputation among the people will be completely ruined." He exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

The Warring States period remained silent.

"Blocking shipping lanes and sinking civilian vessels—if word got out, the whole world would see the navy as a butcher."

Staff Officer He continued, his tone carrying a long-suppressed emotion, "What will the families of those civilians think? What will the merchants, the fishermen, those who just want a peaceful life think of the navy?"

"But we had no choice," Sengoku finally spoke, his voice hoarse and unlike his own.

"That was the Five Elders' order."

Staff Officer He remained silent for a few seconds, then stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. The sparks flickered on the stone slab and went out.

"Then let's do it."

The next day, a large-scale mobilization of the Navy Headquarters began.

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Thirty elite warships set sail from Marineford, raising their sails and heading towards the New World.

The warships were lined up neatly, their cannons gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and the banner of justice fluttering in the sea breeze.

At the same time, the warships of the G-1, G-5, and G-14 branches also received orders to assemble in the waters near Demon King Island.

Within a week, more than sixty warships surrounded all shipping lanes around Demon King Island.

On those once bustling seas, cold, icy lines of blockade began to appear.

The first ship intercepted was a medium-sized merchant ship that came from the North Sea, loaded with grain and cloth.

The ship owner was a middle-aged man in his forties, with gray hair and calloused hands. He stood at the bow of the ship, staring at the dark muzzles of the cannons, his face ashen.

"I...I'm just doing business."

Before he could finish speaking, the cannon fired.

The ship broke in two amidst the flames, and the planks, cargo, and people all sank into the icy sea.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth...

Merchant ships, fishing boats, civilian boats, and even a medical ship carrying medicine—none of them could get through the blockade.

Ship after ship was intercepted, and ship after ship was sunk. Fire, smoke, screams, and then deathly silence.

The news reached Demon King Island on the tenth day.

The port of Nestadt was noticeably quieter.

The docks that were once crowded with ships are now sparsely populated with a few old boats that arrived long ago, their sails folded up and their masts bare, swaying slightly in the sea breeze.

The newly built piers were empty, with waves crashing against the wooden posts, making a monotonous splashing sound that seemed particularly loud in the silence.

A few seagulls landed on the wooden posts of the pier, tilting their heads to look at the deserted harbor, occasionally letting out a cry or two before flying away again.

Inside the council chamber, Funing's face was grim.

The statistics sheet was on the table in front of Norton, and the numbers on the paper were shocking.

"Only three ships docked this week."

Fu Ning said in a low voice, with an barely suppressed anxiety, "There were seventeen ships last week, and forty-two the week before. Fewer and fewer each week, and the rate of decrease is accelerating."

He paused, then looked up at Norton.

"And they're all pirates. Not a single merchant, not a single civilian. Those pirates fought their way out and don't care about the Navy's blockade. But they don't dare come to the ordinary people."

Norton didn't speak, he just stared at the statistics table, his face expressionless.

"Those ships that were stopped," Fu Ning's voice lowered, almost to herself, "I heard they were all sunk."

"The Navy is determined to cut off our supply lines this time."

Kro pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the light, making it impossible to see the emotion in his eyes.

"It's not just people who are being stopped; trade routes have also been cut off. The ores and timber we're trying to transport out can't be sent out at all; they're all piling up in warehouses. The grain and medicine we're trying to bring in can't get in either; they're all being blocked outside."

Silence spread through the room, so heavy it was almost suffocating.

Steel Hand leaned against the door, holding the wine flask he never parted with, and took a swig.

"People's hearts are starting to fall apart," she said, her tone indifferent, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her, but everyone heard her clearly.

"The pirates are fine; they're always living on the edge, so they don't care about these things."

But the merchants and commoners were afraid—afraid of being killed by the navy, afraid of being blocked from entering, afraid that the kingdom would not protect them.

Nami stood by the window, looking at the city outside that was gradually becoming deserted.

There were noticeably fewer pedestrians on the newly built streets, and the newly opened shops had only a handful of customers.

The once bustling tavern was now much quieter, with laughter and shouts falling silent.

"A few businessmen came to see me yesterday," Nami said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "They asked if we could guarantee their safety..."

They said the navy had announced in the newspapers that anyone attempting to join the Kingdom of Norton would be killed without mercy.

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"Those people are so evil—"

Chopper huddled in the corner, his two front paws wrapped around his knees, his blue nose slightly red.

"Those civilians just wanted to find a place to live a good life. They didn't do anything wrong, so why kill them?

Norton leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the city outside the window, over the desolate harbor, over the winding wall, and toward the distant sea.

The sea was so blue, it was blindingly blue, so blue that it sent chills down your spine.

The silence lasted for a long time. He stood up, and the chair leg scraped on the floor, making a slight scraping sound that was particularly clear in the quiet room.

"Steel Hands".

Steel Hand raised an eyebrow, the wine jug in his hand hovering in mid-air.

"Jinpei."

Jinbe raised his head, and something flashed in his calm eyes.

Enel.

Enel, who had been floating in mid-air, landed on the ground, crossed his arms, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"You three, go to the nearest naval branch."

Norton's gaze swept across the three faces.

"Take that branch office and raze it to the ground."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Steel Hand took the last swig of wine, tossed the empty jug aside, and it rolled twice on the table before coming to a stop.

"It should have been done a long time ago."

Jinbe stood up without saying a word.

Enel grinned, a smile that held a mixture of excitement, anticipation, and a bloodthirsty desire.

"After the battle, have them tell the World Government—either rescind the law, or I'll start a war." Norton looked at them.

war.

This is not a battle between pirates, nor is it a petty skirmish over territory; it is a real war with the World Government.

Steel Hand paused for a moment, then said, "You little rascal, you've really gone mad."

The following day, the officers set off for the nearest Navy G-5 branch.

The G-5 branch was built on a small island, a fortress-style building with thick stone walls and a dozen or so cannons arranged on the coastal defenses.

Ten warships were moored in the harbor, their huge seagull flags fluttering in the sea breeze.

But at this moment, the marines on those warships were in complete chaos.

One message after another came through the Den Den Mushi: the blockade line had been breached, five warships had been sunk, and the invaders were advancing at full speed toward the branch!

Vergo stood atop the fortress, his perpetually expressionless face revealing no emotion. He wore his signature black and white striped suit, and the two red lines painted on his face were particularly striking in the sunlight.

A dark dot on the distant sea came into view, and my fingers unconsciously tightened and then relaxed.

"Prepare for battle."

The voice was very calm, so calm it was almost unnatural.

The marines rushed to their gun positions, loaded ammunition, aimed, and awaited orders. One of them muttered something under his breath and was kicked by the person next to him, quickly shutting up.

The speedboat was getting closer and closer.

"Fire!!"

boom!!!

More than a dozen cannons on the coastal defenses opened fire simultaneously! Shells rained down on the speedboat like a storm!

Then, a golden bolt of lightning shot into the sky from the ship!

The shells exploded amidst the lightning, boom boom boom! Flames erupted and smoke filled the air!

After the smoke cleared, the speedboat continued its journey unharmed.

Three people stood at the bow of the ship: a woman carrying a wine jug, a kind and steady fishman, and a young man whose body was crackling with golden arcs of electricity.

"Log in!"

At the woman's command, the three of them leaped up simultaneously!

Vergo leaped down from the fortress's height, landing in front of the first figure to touch the ground. Armament Haki instantly enveloped his entire body, the dark metallic sheen gleaming coldly in the sunlight. He clenched his fists, assuming a fighting stance.

Steel Hand landed in front of him, looked at the expressionless face, and raised an eyebrow.

"Vergo," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice, "Doflamingo's man, are you having a good time as an undercover agent here?"

Vergo's expression changed, but he didn't answer; he just rushed forward!

That punch was aimed straight at Steel Hand's face, so fast that it left an afterimage in the air!

Steel Hand dodged to the side while simultaneously countering with his right fist!

boom! !

The two fists collided, creating a shockwave that cracked the surrounding ground!

Vergo's pupils contracted slightly. He felt a force emanating from the fist—not domineering aura, not technique, just pure physical strength—but the force was astonishing, making his arm go numb!

"Naval Type 6?"

Steel Hand grinned, a smile that held a mixture of admiration and mockery.

"this one?"

Without wasting words, Vergo charged forward again!

Finger Pistol! Tempest Kick! Shave! Those six moves flowed smoothly in his hands, so fast it was dazzling!

Steel Hand took them all with ease, even having time to offer a few comments.

"The finger gun's power is decent, but the angle is too rigid. The range of the storm kick is sufficient, but the speed is too slow."

Vergo's face grew increasingly grim.

He knew this woman was extraordinary, but he never expected her to be this powerful.