The sea was calm.
Yet the atmosphere over its surface felt exceptionally oppressive.
On the mirrorlike sea, two figures faced each other.
"Burgess, surrender! The Navy has surrounded these waters. There's no way for you to escape."
Momonga stood on Geppo, gripping a long blade dyed pitch-black with Armament Haki.
He looked at the man before him, whom the Navy had only managed to corner after expending tremendous effort and even losing two warships.
A vicious glint flashed through Momonga's eyes. Already in a foul mood, he decided that today, he would capture the culprit who had thrown the West Blue into chaos and lock him away in the deep-sea prison, Impel Down.
"Wihahaha! Momonga, quit talking big. Your warships have already been sunk by me.
Your reinforcements should still be some distance away, right?
Momonga, where did you get the confidence to tell me to surrender? Are you joking?"
Burgess had long since lost the high spirits he possessed when he first arrived in the West Blue.
Facing the relentless encirclement and suppression of the World Government and the Navy,
the forces he had painstakingly developed in the West Blue had been utterly crushed. He himself had also suffered considerable injuries while being pursued by the Navy and the World Government.
Yet this did nothing to diminish the pride in his heart.
In his view, he had ended up in such a sorry state solely because the Navy and World Government had shamelessly ganged up on him.
"Burgess, you're courting death!"
"Soru!"
Upon hearing Burgess's arrogant words and thinking of his sunken warships,
Momonga's figure flashed. Using one of the Six Powers, he instantly closed in on Burgess.
Clang!
Momonga's saber collided in midair with Burgess's fist coated in Armament Haki, scattering sparks.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The elite Navy