No One Can Stop Me! (Basically the Second Update Today!

Yes, what if Kong loses? That possibility doesn't seem out of the question. After all, at the top level of one-on-one combat, it seems normal for either side to win or lose.

"Hehehe, well. We have at least ten warships here, plus Vice Admirals Dewitt and myself, so there shouldn't be any major problems!" Vice Admiral Amyz, with his neat white slicked-back hair and sunglasses looking cool even on a cloudy day, reassured everyone.

The atmosphere remained somewhat heavy, and everyone began to keep their eyes fixed on the distant center of the battlefield, even though they couldn't see anything at all, they stared silently.

Vidal also recognized the problem. He patted Borsalino and Sakazuki on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "I think we should prepare in advance, just in case."

"So what are you planning to do?" Borsalino asked curiously, while Sakazuki looked over with a dark expression and remained silent.

"At least let's get ourselves back to full strength first!" Vidal said in a deep voice.

They have only recovered to the point where they can move normally, and their physical strength is probably only about one-third of what it used to be. It will definitely take some time for them to fully recover, since his Photosynthetic Energy is not a recovery fruit specifically for healing.

"You're going to suck me again!" Borsalino said with a look of refusal, even taking two steps to the side.

"No." Vidal shook his head, which relieved the former, who then returned to his original position.

"Besides absorbing your energy, we also need to eat during this time, eat lots of food!" Food is also a good way to recover in this world.

However, he didn't want to create it himself, since cultivating food plants also required resources. Since he now had warships, he could simply use their reserves.

Borsalino shook his head speechlessly. "He's still going to suck my blood, isn't he? But eating is a good idea. He's really hungry after almost being beaten to death."

"Let's go to the restaurant. What would you all like to eat? I wonder what the chefs at G-2 are like." Vidal put his arm around each of their shoulders and led them side by side into the cabin.

"I think it's pretty good, at least their miso ramen is very good," Borsalino said with a smile, holding up a finger.

"Really? Then you should be able to make char siu ramen too, I love that!" Vidal said, turning to look at Sakazuki, "And you, what kind of noodles do you like?"

"White rice with spicy food!" Sakazuki replied coldly, pursing his lips. By this time, the three of them were already walking down the corridor inside the cabin.

Three tall men, each three meters tall, walking arm in arm, were quite a sight to behold, attracting the attention of many sailors along the way, but they didn't care.

"Yeah?"

"Then I'll make you a plate of Mapo Tofu, so you can enjoy it to your heart's content!" Vidal laughed heartily.

"Mapo tofu?" Sakazuki looked at Vidal in confusion, momentarily forgetting his previous rage and the humiliating experience of having a photo taken of him.

"Ah, it's a spicy dish from the Flower Country the West Blue, it's incredibly delicious!"

"Really? I'm really looking forward to it."

"I don't like spicy food," Borsalino interjected, and the three voices gradually faded away, their harmony starkly contrasting with the tense atmosphere outside.

However, the fierce battle between Kong and Redfield lasted longer than anyone expected. Vidal and his two companions were almost stuffed after eating for the past few days, but the situation on the other side remained unchanged.

Their condition naturally recovered completely, but they suddenly found themselves with nothing to do.

This is how many sailors on warships have been living these days: tensely taking their positions, keeping a close eye on the two commanders, taking turns to eat when they get hungry, going to the toilet after digesting, and taking turns sleeping at night. Awakening and look out the window, they find that the fighting is still going on.

This is unbearable; who can stay on high alert for days on end?

Vidal, Borsalino, Sakazuki were in similar situations, but since the Kong had come specifically for them, they couldn't go back to their cabins to play cards or anything. So, aside from eating, drinking, relieving themselves, and sleeping, they simply stood on the deck keeping Vice Admiral Amyz company.

"Hey, the sun's out!!"

At that moment, a sailor on deck, holding a gun, suddenly pointed excitedly at the sky that had regained its light and shouted, "These past few days have been overcast, rainy, and windy. I've been soaked to the bone and feel like I'm about to turn moldy."

Vidal and the others looked up, and sure enough, the dark clouds overhead had completely dissipated, revealing the original azure color. The brilliant sun hung high in the cloudless sky, releasing boundless light and heat towards the sea.

However, in the distance, above the center of the battlefield, dark clouds still hung heavy, the wind howled, and giant waves surged. The thunderous collisions and crimson flashes of blades continued unabated, seemingly unaffected by the outside world.

"Is this what a top-tier powerhouse is like? Single-handedly causing the heavens and earth to change color, fighting without ceasing, and the dark clouds never dissipating?"

Vidal exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, while thoughtfully looking up at the dazzling golden sun.

The battle continued, day after day, the sun and moon rose and set, day and night alternated, and most of the navy had become numb, everyone staring blankly at the battlefield.

I'm sick of it, really. I'm almost sick of it, even though the sound effects and special effects are amazing, and even though the outcome of the game affects their safety, I'm still tired of it.

"It's been twelve days already," Vice Admiral Amyz said softly, glancing at his watch. "What terrifying stamina! Is the difference between Admiral and Vice Admiral really that great?"

"Weakened!" Vidal suddenly exclaimed.

"What?"

Those around him looked at him, puzzled. Vidal reminded him again, "Use your Observation Haki to sense his presence. Fleet Admiral Kong's aura is rapidly decreasing; he's in danger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was enveloped in a layer of green flames, and with an incredibly fast Geppo, he rushed off the deck and flew towards the distant battlefield.

"Vidal!"

At the same time, the officers and soldiers around them Awakening their Observation Haki also confirmed that Vidal's words were true, and everyone's expression changed drastically.

"Quick!"

"Sound the alarm! Prepare for battle!!" Vice Admiral Amyz waved his hand and gave the urgent order to the navy behind him.

"Yes!"

In the center of the battlefield, Kong coughed up blood and lay in human form on a broken wooden plank, now only the size of a bed. The remains of the Nine Pillar Domain were scattered across the sea.

"Damn it, am I getting old?"

Kong struggled to his feet, panting, but could only manage to sit up; he simply lacked the strength to continue fighting. He glared fiercely at Redfield, who had fallen five meters into the air, and roared resentfully, "If I were five years younger, you would definitely be the one defeated!!"

"Yes, if you were younger, I would be the one lying on the ground a day later," Redfield readily admitted.

He looked extremely disheveled. His once large, blood-red cloak was nowhere to be seen, and his crimson shirt was tattered, revealing his bruised and battered skin. His carefully styled silver hair hung down in a messy, disheveled state.

Only the purple umbrella in his hand remained intact, after all, it was a weapon he had nurtured with his Haki aura for decades.

"But it's not my fault you're old; the fault lies with you, dragging your aging body around and still fighting me to the death." Redfield, his worn-out gold-trimmed leather boots swaying wearily, walked step by step toward Kong.

"In a few days, I'll send that brat who dreams of becoming Fleet Admiral to you!"

"I've said it before, no one can stop me from doing what I want to do, not even the Fleet Admiral."

Haha, I wrote 18,000 words today, plus my previous drafts, that's 12 chapters a day!! 24,000 words updated!! May I ask for some recommendations, monthly tickets, or something?