The enormous fist of lava seemed capable of boiling the sea dry.
After Akainu smashed two pirate ships, vast amounts of magma crashed into the sea, stirring up waves of steam.
The scent of sulfur drifted to Roy's nose.
"This attack is really outrageous! No wonder he could break Aokiji's leg in the original story."
As he marveled at the strength of one of the Navy's Three Admirals, there was no pirate-like fear in Roy's eyes—only thoughts of how to deal with him.
"I wonder whether Whitebeard can beat that red dog when the Summit War comes."
Looking at Akainu standing on the distant warship, Roy silently compared his strength with Whitebeard's.
Roy had now seen all three of the Navy's top combat forces.
His evaluation of those three was simple: every one of them was a monster.
The Three Admirals alone were already this terrifying. Roy could hardly imagine what it would be like if the freaks at Marine Headquarters were included as well.
Unlike Whitebeard, Roy had no weakness in the Navy's hands. When the Summit War began, he would unleash his strongest attack at Marine Headquarters.
Although Whitebeard bore the title of World's Strongest Man, he was already old, and if he wanted to fully unleash his strength, he could only use large-scale attacks.
What kind of power did the Navy, the World Government's foremost violent organization, truly possess?
If things still went as they had in the original story, with Whitebeard going to Marine Headquarters alone, then Whitebeard would lose in the end, without a doubt.
The sunlight in the sky remained bright.
With a cigarette between his lips, he leisurely exhaled clouds of smoke.
Of course, Rayleigh was excluded from those pirates.
Though the island was like hell for the civilians at this moment, for