The Battle on the Deserted Island Ends

Kizaru's appearance was like a golden thunderbolt, interrupting the impending confrontation between the Three Emperors.

That languid, playful tone sounded particularly jarring against the grim Battlefield: "Wow, that's something!"

The tense atmosphere suddenly froze.

Whitebeard and Shanks' eyes simultaneously darkened, clearly not expecting the Marine Admiral to arrive at this moment.

Roy, though his expression remained stern, breathed a slight sigh of relief at this moment.

Although he could Teleportation away from the Battlefield at any time, Kizaru's appearance clearly gave him a better advantage on the Battlefield.

He slowly turned his head, coldly glancing at Whitebeard and Shanks, his fighting spirit undiminished, his Conqueror's Haki surging once more, making no attempt to conceal his battle intent!

Whitebeard and Shanks instantly flew into a rage upon seeing this!

"This kid... dares to provoke me?!"

Kizaru noticed that Roy's fighting spirit had not waned and his expression had not changed. Instead, he curled the corner of his mouth, Flash, and landed lightly beside Roy, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Wow! Since our navy guys are all going all out, how about I, this old guy, join in?"

He shrugged, hands in his pockets, his expression nonchalant yet exuding an air of authority.

Shanks' eyes flickered, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Kizaru and Roy, before he slowly sheathed his sword, his voice low and somber. "Roy, let's end this here."

His tone was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority.

"Continuing to fight will not benefit either side!"

However, Roy simply responded coldly, his tone unhurried. "Who said there were no benefits?"

Before he finished speaking, his gaze passed over the two of them and landed directly on the Moby Dick not far away.

On the ship, Marco, Jozu, Vista, and the others suddenly felt a chill, as if they had been locked onto by some ferocious beast, and their expressions changed drastically!

"Oh no--!"

"This guy wants to attack us?!"

Upon seeing this, the Whitebeard's brow twitched suddenly, and he was filled with rage!

"Roy--!"

His roar shook the entire sky, his Conqueror's Haki and Tremor-Tremor Power exploding together, causing the ground to tremble and the air to collapse!

"Stop thinking about it!!"

He took a step forward, his aura as powerful as a roaring lion king, his Conqueror's Haki sweeping across the entire arena!

But Roy remained unmoved, his tone indifferent, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "Whitebeard, how much longer can you... protect them?"

These words were like a cold knife piercing the Whitebeard's heart.

His body trembled slightly, and his fingers unconsciously clenched.

"... yes."

"I'm... old."

A hint of sorrow and self-mockery crossed the Whitebeard face.

But just as Whitebeard's expression wavered—

Shanks suddenly turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Roy! Are you willing to gamble the future of the New Generation?!"

"If you take the wrong path, there's no turning back!!"

Kizaru sighed leisurely, golden light quietly gathering at his fingertips, and said lazily, "Wow~ Shanks, aren't you talking a bit too much?"

The atmosphere froze again, as if an even more intense conflict was about to erupt at any moment!

The three Conqueror's Haki were still colliding in the air, but they all stopped at the critical line.

Final--

Whitebeard took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger within him, and slowly withdrew his imposing aura.

"Continuing to fight will do no good... it will only lead to the needless sacrifice of my children."

He turned back to the bow of the Moby Dick and ordered in a deep voice, "--Retreat!"

"Pops..."

Marco's eyes showed struggle, but in the end he could only obey.

"Adjust course and withdraw from the Battlefield!"

The Moby Dick suddenly turned and slowly sailed away from the combat zone.

Shanks didn't press the matter any further. With a swift movement, he leaped back onto the deck of the Red Force, his Red-Hair fluttering in the night wind.

The oppressive aura of the Three Emperors standing side by side slowly dissipated under Kizaru's "lazy presence".

As the battle ended, Kizaru watched the Pirate ship sail away, then turned to Roy and whispered, "Are you almost out of stamina?"

"Letting them go doesn't seem like your style..."

Hearing this Roy sighed softly, gazing at the ships gradually sailing away in the distance, and said calmly, "It's a bit of a pity that we couldn't completely kill Kaido in this battle..."

"That mad dragon... it's incredibly resilient."

He shook his head, then smiled and glanced at Kizaru: "Besides... if this drags on any longer, Uncle, you'll be fighting two against one."

Kizaru's lips twitched, golden light flickering within them, and he winked with a smile, "Wow~ One against two? I hate trouble the most~"

"But if anything happens to you, Fleet Admiral Sengoku and Mr. Garp will probably skin me alive."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The next second, Roy vanished in Spatial Ripple, while Kizaru lightly lifted his foot, Flash light, and then disappeared into the night sky.

As the last figure disappeared, the entire island emitted an unbearable roar.

The jagged rock peaks collapsed section by section like a dying giant, and towering waves gushed out from the cracks, swallowing the Battlefield debris into the abyss.

Finally, amidst a deafening tremor, the desolate Deserted Island that witnessed this earth-shattering battle completely disintegrated, turning into countless fragments and spray, sinking forever to the bottom of the sea.

In the New World of North Blue, the Battlefield is still scorched Scorched Earth, and its aftershocks continue to reverberate between heaven and earth.

And so came to an end a confrontation that was enough to overturn the "world balance".

But everyone knows--

This is just the prologue.

A dozen nautical miles away, the deck of the Zephyr Warship

"Whoosh--!"

A golden light streaked down from the sky, accompanied by spatial distortion and fluctuations, Kizaru and Roy suddenly appeared on the deck of the Warship.

The crew members on board were taken aback, then their faces lit up with surprise.

Zephyr, Enel, Kuina, and Law stepped forward almost simultaneously, their tense nerves finally relaxing at that moment.

Traces of that battle still lingered on the distant horizon—black and red lightning crisscrossed the sky like a spiderweb, the gale had not yet subsided, and the lingering aura of Haki seemed to drift through the air.

Even though they were separated by more than ten nautical miles, the aftershocks of the battle were still chilling.

Zephyr at Roy, scanning him from head to toe. Only after confirming there were no fatal injuries did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"You brat... you've really stirred up a hornet's nest this time."

He shook his head and smiled wryly, but his tone was full of undisguised satisfaction and pride.

"The battle lasted two days and two nights, with Whitebeard, Kaido, and Shanks all present."

"Tomorrow's newspapers probably won't be able to fit enough headlines for this 'clash of the century'."

He paused, his gaze lingering intently on the still-red-tinged horizon in the distance. "However... you certainly displayed the prowess of the navy."

"Although we didn't manage to completely kill Kaido, that guy probably won't be able to cause any trouble for the time being."

"This battle is enough to shake the entire world."

Roy didn't reply, but simply nodded and walked straight through the crowd to a corner of the deck.

Zoro and Luffy lay there quietly, their faces still bearing the marks of their injuries and exhaustion, but their breathing was even and their expressions peaceful.

He slowly squatted down, gently placing his palms on their chests, sensing them for a moment before looking at Luo not far away.

How are they?

Luo nodded in response, "Don't worry, the injuries have all healed and there are no lingering problems. I'm just severely exhausted and need to rest."

"A week of rest is sufficient for recovery."

Roy finally let out a soft breath, and his shoulders, which had been tense for so long, slowly slumped down.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over Kuina, Enel, and Law beside him, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your hard work."

Enel rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Don't give me that..."

Zephyr stepped forward, looking at the two still unconscious young men, his voice low but gentle. "They did a very good job!"

"Even when facing monstrous enemies, they show no fear."

"They are all good kids that we can be proud of!"

He paused for a moment, looked at Roy, his eyes filled with the unwavering determination of an older generation of warriors. "You've trained a fine younger generation, and you've done what you were supposed to do."

Roy stood up, gazing at the calm sea under the setting sun, and said in a low voice, "Yes..."

In the distance, the setting sun slowly sinks, and the sea shimmers with a golden-red glow, as if painting everything with the afterglow of a battle's conclusion.

The Warship quietly turned around, leaving this Battlefield of the century and heading towards Marineford.

The wind gradually subsided.

The scent of blood and fire finally dissipated.

Although this battle did not result in a life-or-death outcome, it has completely rewritten the landscape of the game.

The Two Emperors were shaken, and the navy was in shock.

The name of the New Generation of navies has been officially etched into the deepest part of the world's map.

From this day forward, no one can ignore the existence of this vast ocean.

(Karaoke addict mode activated: If everyone gives the text five stars, I'll consider adding another chapter this afternoon~)