You Hurt My Pops?

On the deck of the Moby Dick.

That small tuft of snow-white beard lay there quietly.

The surrounding pirates were all dumbfounded.

High in the sky, the Whitebeard raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth.

My fingertips touched the uneven tips of the whiskers; they were indeed shorter than expected.

"Gurala..."

He glanced at Ron, who was standing on the Air Door, and his smile slowly faded.

"You brat, I really underestimated you."

"Ha ha! Newgate!"

Ron, clutching his still-aching back, grinned in an irritating way. "Your beard is now uneven, how are you going to face anyone?"

A vein throbbed on the Whitebeard's forehead.

"Looks like I didn't hit him hard enough with that punch!"

Murakumogiri slowly rose, and white shockwaves condensed upwards along the blade, causing the air to hum and tremble.

Ron gripped Zhenyuan tightly, his fighting spirit undiminished.

"Come on! I haven't had enough fun yet!"

Before the two could move, a furious roar suddenly erupted from below.

"Damn navy! That's Pops's beard--!"

On the Moby Dick, a young pirate held his newly fallen white beard, trembling with rage.

"That navy guy actually dared to laugh!"

"You dare mess with my Pops?! Who would swallow that insult?!"

"Give him a lesson!"

Several men grabbed knives and guns and charged toward the bow of the ship.

Marco's expression changed drastically. "Hey! Stop it! That kid is not someone you can handle!"

Bang!

A bullet coated in Armament Haki shot straight into the sky, followed by several slashes and the simultaneous firing of several Fire Pistol.

Ron glanced sideways.

Click.

The bullet disappeared into the Air Door beside him, and the sword energy was shattered by his backhand Zhenyuan blast.

The smile on his face vanished completely.

"No... your Pops just punched me, and I was just shaving his beard, and you guys are going to attack me?"

"Stop being so arrogant! This is the Whitebeard Pirates!!"

Ron laughed in anger at these words, but his eyes turned cold.

"A mere pirate dares to attack the Navy?"

With a flick of his wrist, Zhenyuan gently waved towards the bow of the ship.

Dimension Slash: Chaos!

Buzz!

A thin, long black line suddenly appeared in the air in front of the Moby Dick.

In the next instant, dozens of dark door gaps opened out of thin air, crisscrossing horizontally and vertically!

"W-what?!"

A pirate raised his sword to block.

Clang!

The blade snapped on the spot, and a second black line sliced past his ear, even cutting off a tuft of hair.

"Help!"

"Get back!"

Marco was the first to rush forward, and the blue flames suddenly transformed into wings.

"Undying Thistle!"

A circular barrier of Blue Flames stood in front of the panicked crew.

The black lines slashed in one after another, tearing apart the flames only to quickly reassemble, managing to withstand most of the blows.

Jozu transformed into diamond, charging into the densest area of attacks while radiating Armament Haki.

Bang! Bang!

Several blades struck him, sparks flew from his diamond-encrusted arm, and his feet plowed two deep gashes into the deck.

"Are you kidding me! Even my body..."

Laugh!

A slit running from the side grazed his shoulder, leaving a thin, long bloodstain.

Vista drew his twin swords.

"Rose Sword Dance!"

The sword light, resembling flower petals, bloomed one after another. Relying on his Observation Haki, he managed to deflect the edges of space before the door closed.

Just as he managed to protect one of the crew members, a faint "click" sound came from behind him.

Vista swiftly parried with his sword.

Laugh!

The cuff was torn, and a line of blood ran down the arm.

"The attack didn't fly in... its direction can't even be predicted using common sense!"

Marco swept over the two men's heads, Blue Flames spread out again, forcefully blocking the last few black lines that were converging towards the bow of the ship.

Boom!

The Moby Dick shook violently, but fortunately the hull was not penetrated.

The pirates who had just been shouting for revenge were now terrified and collapsed to the ground, their crotches damp.

They had never been so close to death behind Whitebeard.

"Is this man really Rear Admiral?" Jozu frowned, clutching his shoulder.

Vista's expression turned grave. "This kind of slash... is too sinister."

He stared at the slowly fading black lines at the bow of the ship, a chill running down his spine.

When swordsmen fight, they can still judge the direction of the blade by looking at the shoulders and wrists.

But if the other party moves even a finger, you could suddenly have a knife wound on your back.

"If that had been a regular warship, that last round would probably have wiped out all the ships."

Marco gazed at the figure high in the sky, his brow furrowed.

"This guy is using his Devil Fruit power in a really weird way."

Whitebeard turned around and saw the bloodstains on Jozu and Vista; the last trace of a smile vanished from his face.

The few boys who fired without permission huddled in the back, not daring to raise their heads.

He knew perfectly well who started it, but as a father, how could he stand by and laugh when he saw his son get hurt?

"You brat!"

The Whitebeard's voice was as deep as thunder, "My son isn't for you to practice your moves!!"

Ron almost laughed in anger.

"Huh? You old geezer! Your sons fired first!"

Whitebeard gripped the Murakumogiri: "I'll teach them a lesson! But you almost shredded the entire ship!"

"If I really wanted to cut down the ship, would your bunch of stupid sons still be standing?"

Boom!

Murakumogiri and Zhenyuan collided fiercely once again, and the shockwave caused several Air Door around them to collapse one after another.

Meanwhile, the Moby Dick was on its side.

The gunners only saw chaos at the bow, with Jozu and Vista covered in blood.

"Damn it! The Navy dares to hurt someone in front of Pops?!"

"Fire!"

Boom!

A naval cannon suddenly fired!

The shell landed next to the naval flagship, sending up a water column several meters high.

The warship lurched to one side, and a sailor slid toward the gunwale, where he was pulled back by Vergo.

"Enemy ships, fire!"

"Request retaliation!"

Vergo looked up at the sky, where Ron was completely absorbed by Whitebeard's shockwave and couldn't concentrate at all.

"Turn the gun barrels! No covering fire allowed without the Rear Admiral's order!"

"Set up protective gear first! Medical personnel, proceed into the interior!"

Before he could finish speaking, a second shell exploded on the side of the ship!

Splintered wood and seawater were spilled all over the deck.

Vergo's temple veins throbbed.

"Damn it! Fight back!"

"Starboard guns! Keep an eye on their gun emplacements and fire!"

"Do you really think we're made of clay?!"

Boom!

The cannons of the naval flagship also flashed with fire.

The shell skimmed across the sea and struck the outside of the Moby Dick's bow, overturning a gun mount.

The pirates immediately started cursing, and more people ran towards the gun emplacements.

It started as a few hotheads causing trouble at the bow, but once the cannons fired, the crew behind couldn't see who started it; they only knew that their ship was being hit by the navy's cannons.

Neither side was willing to back down.

Don't go there!

Marco turned around and roared, "Anyone who fires again, I'll throw him into the sea!"

But both boats were already in disarray.

A shrapnel shell pierced the wooden planks on the outside of the Medical Bay.

Luo hurriedly raised his hand.

"ROOM!"

The light blue area just covered a few meters in front of him.

He swapped the wood chips and metal scraps into the empty bucket, thus saving an injured Marine from being stabbed.

Luo's forehead was covered in sweat, but he grabbed the gauze and ran over.

"Press the wound first!"

"Luo, don't do anything rash!" Vergo stepped aside to block the flying debris.

"I know!"

Luo cried out anxiously, "But I can't watch him bleed!"

Vergo paused for a moment, then immediately drew his weapon to protect him.

"Okay! You go with the Medical Team to save people, I'll block the attacks!"

High altitude.

Ron had just dodged Whitebeard's shockwave blade when he caught a glimpse of smoke from cannons beside the main ship, followed by bursts of fire on the Moby Dick.

His face darkened.

"Hey, Newgate."

"Aren't your sons taking the navy a little too lightly?"

The Whitebeard also saw it, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"Kid, I know how to—"

"I'll take care of it for you!"

Click!

Ron stepped into the Spatial Door.

When it reappeared, it was already standing directly in front of the bow of the Moby Dick.

A pirate was busy loading cannonballs into a cannon when he suddenly noticed someone standing in front of him.

"You--"

Bang!!

Ron kicked him in the chest!

The man was sent flying backward, crashing through a row of wooden crates before collapsing unconscious amidst the splintered wood.

"The navy is boarding!"

"It's that Rear Admiral!"

Ron stepped onto the Air Door outside the ship's side and coldly swept his gaze over the crowd.

"Am I being too polite to you?"

Behind me, a familiar tremor suddenly erupted.

"You brat! Stay away from my boat!!"

Whitebeard caught up, Murakumogiri, enveloped in the white light of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, swept across!

Ron spun around, Zhenyuan wrapped in black and red Inazuma, and met him head-on.

Clang--!

The air cracked like a spiderweb, and the seawater beneath our feet suddenly parted to the sides!

The Moby Dick shuddered violently.

The smile vanished completely from the Whitebeard's face.

Ron also dropped his joking expression.

This time, both sides were truly angry.