Art Is an Explosion!
Even the bewildered, helpless, and pitiful Teach couldn't help but glance at it. Although he disliked Red Hair, he still recognized Red Hair's strength. But now, Nightmare's clone was strong enough to rival Red Hair, and it even required Red Hair and Scopper Gaban to join forces to defeat it. Just thinking about Nightmare's true strength was enough to send chills down one's spine.
"Has this guy already grown into a monster like Whitebeard at his peak? His talent and abilities are truly enviable. If only I had..." Teach felt a pang of pain in his heart when he thought of his "Cross-dresser" fruit. His vision went black, and he almost fainted again.
Bazel gasped. While everyone else was still skeptical and uncertain, he was the first to confirm the Nightmare theory.
No wonder he sensed that the monster had weakened, and no wonder their leader had been beaten to a pulp—it was simply because the opponent had become incredibly powerful!
He was now filled with lingering fear and relief. Luckily, he hadn't gotten involved. If this monster had set its sights on him, even the Holy Land Mary Geoise wouldn't have given him much of a sense of security.
"Tsk tsk, you two marine brats, shouldn't you be thanking me now? Otherwise, if you joined the battle, you'd only manage to take down one of someone's clones, nothing serious. Maybe when you got back to Marine Headquarters, those bigwigs in the World Government would demote you to privates to maintain stability." Golden Lion mocked, but inwardly he was extremely shocked. Although he knew Roy's true combat strength was incredibly powerful, this level still exceeded his expectations.
"Hmph, this is nothing but the Nightmare's last struggle. Only pirates like you would have any illusions about him," Chaton retorted defiantly.
"This guy is too strong. Will the Marine Headquarters really have to fight against such a monster in the future?" Momousagi's heart trembled. Perhaps because of her experience of being defeated by Roy, she didn't have much doubt about what Roy said.
"If your clone is already this strong, then do you aspire to become... the World's Strongest?" Hawkeye took a deep breath, his gaze sharp and resolute. "I'd also like to know the difference between the World's Strongest and the World's Strongest swordsman!"
"Has this guy... become this powerful?" Katakuri was slightly lost in thought, feeling that his status as a backup option was now unshakeable.
"Dragon is right, Nightmare is indeed a monster among monsters, but cooperating with such a dangerous person is tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin. Is it right or wrong to be an ally of the Revolutionary Army?" Xiong remained silent, calmly pondering the future of the Revolutionary Army.
"Damn it, if he's not lying, then this is really going to be trouble!" Even Ben Beckman felt a sense of powerlessness when facing this monster.
In terms of power, Nightmare possesses the combined strength of two Four Emperors crews, and his interactions with the Shichibukai are far beyond what the Red Hair Pirates can match. In terms of high-end combat power, they are at a disadvantage. It should be noted that this war was launched without Big Mom's involvement. If Big Mom were to join and Nightmare himself were to arrive, he could hardly imagine how he would be able to withstand such an enemy.
Boom!
Just as everyone was stunned and shocked, the entire Golden City was suddenly engulfed in a boundless sea of fire, with countless cannons roaring, as if it had suddenly entered the apocalypse from a catastrophe.
Even the Red Hair and the other man, who were shocked by Roy's words, couldn't help but look down. They were horrified. This was no post-war ruin; it was a living hell on the sea. Even from a thousand meters in the air, they could smell the gunfire and smoke, which showed just how tragic the situation below was.
Fortunately, there were many top-tier experts on the Golden City. Although they were caught off guard and suffered some injuries, they managed to endure it by covering their bodies with Armament Haki in time. In their anxiety, they all unleashed their full power and, with their combined strength, finally extinguished the flames that filled the sky. However, the scene at this moment was even more tragic than a slaughterhouse.
For example, the Whitebeard Pirates, although each member was an elite core member, with a bounty of at least 100 million in the outside world, were powerless under such terrifying destructive power and were almost completely wiped out. Only a few survived with the help of Jozu and Marco, but almost every piece of their bodies was broken.
"No, why did this happen? Thomas, Kelly, Christine, you bastards, stand up and answer me!" Jozu cried out in anguish. Even in the fierce battle before, they hadn't lost any members, but just now, in an instant, all his brothers were gone.
"Damn it, who did this?!" Marco crushed the air with his hand, completely enraging even a lazy bum like him.
Other areas weren't much better off, suffering heavy casualties. Only the Big Mom Pirate Crew, with Roy's warning, and the Beasts Pirates, with their thick skin and high health, suffered slightly fewer losses.
Red Hair's eyes instantly turned red. Among the Four Emperors' pirate crews that came to Golden City this time, he brought the most men, and most of them were fragile gunners with low defense and low health. This explosion almost wiped him out of his pre-liberation state overnight.
Of course, the most piercing roar came from Bazel. Others might have managed to survive, but the Celestial Dragons he was protecting were instantly reduced to ashes and wiped out. Even though the Celestial Dragons possessed powerful regenerative abilities, their physical strength was pitifully weak, and they simply could not survive for more than a second under such firepower. He could already imagine the kind of censure he would face when he returned to the Holy Land Mary Geoise.
"Pah, pah, pah, damn it, Gild Tesoro, that bastard, don't let me find him."
"Save your energy. The Gild Tesoro may have already Fallen Sea. It's not your turn to cause trouble for him."
Amidst the ruins of the now-defunct Golden King Hotel, a few people struggled to climb out and asked weakly.
Marco quickly recognized him as one of the leaders of the forces that had gone to steal the gold. He was probably one of the strongest among them, which was why he had managed to escape alive.
"What exactly happened? Was the previous explosion orchestrated by Gild Tesoro?" Marco's face was icy cold. From the conversation among these people, it wasn't hard to deduce that the previous explosion was related to them.
These faction leaders were already annoyed by being interrogated and were about to explode when they discovered that all the remaining big shots in Golden City had surrounded them. Their killing intent shook the void, and they immediately calmed down.
They said with rather embarrassed expressions, "Actually, the main problem was that everyone was dazzled by the various rare treasures after entering the vault, and they started grabbing everything in sight. They never expected that bastard Gild Tesoro would be so ruthless, not only setting up traps but also planting explosives all over the ship. Someone accidentally triggered one, and then..."
Everyone realized that Gild Tesoro was clearly a ruthless man. Knowing that his wealth was coveted, he had set up traps in the treasure to prevent it from falling into the hands of his enemies after his death.
Marco and the others looked terribly grim. They had suffered an undeserved disaster, and Gild Tesoro had already perished at sea, leaving them with no one to vent their anger on.
Most pirates aren't known for their good tempers. This is especially true for the Four Emperors' pirate crews. After suffering such heavy losses, they needed someone to vent their anger on. So, the leaders of the major powers who barely escaped death and returned to the surface were quickly subjected to inhumane treatment.
Fall flat on your face.
"That's a good idea," Roy suddenly nodded thoughtfully.
"What do you mean?" the Red Hair asked, his eyes red, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.
"Red Hair, this clone of mine won't last much longer, so let it make its final contribution before it completely dissipates: a spectacular fireworks display for you." Roy's lips curled slightly, as if he were saying goodbye to an old friend he hadn't seen in years.
Upon hearing this, Red Hair felt a chill run down his spine, a suffocating sense of death washing over him. Without thinking, he quickly retreated, shouting, "Oh no, Senior Gaban, run!"
"Art is an explosion!"
Boom!