This was destined to be an unsettled day.
The two had fought all the way from Wano Country into the New World, dragging countless unfortunate forces into the chaos.
Often, when two pirate crews were locked in a heated battle, a beam of light would suddenly sweep over them, and the situation would instantly turn into both sides wailing for their parents as they fled for their lives.
Quite a few pirates had finally found a place to settle in the gaps between the struggles of the three great overlords, only to have their newly established bases sunk by the aftershocks of battle before they had even warmed their seats.
There were even rumors that Great Pirate Gecko Moria had been the most miserable of those caught in the crossfire—he had been beaten out of existence.
The direct result of this battle was that the number of pirates roaming the New World fell by thirty percent. Some chose to join the banners of the three pirate emperors, while others quietly withdrew from the New World.
There was no helping it. After enduring countless hardships to enter the New World, they had thought the position of Pirate King was within reach. Who could have imagined that the road ahead would be farther than the entire journey they had already traveled?
And blocking their path were monsters like Kaido and Longinus, who could sink islands with every move.
Why the hell would they keep fighting? Whoever wanted to be Pirate King could go be it.
The chaotic and noisy New World instead fell into an eerie calm because of the battle between the two.
Aboard the Moby Dick.
"Hey, Marco, are you okay?" Whitebeard asked.
"Old Man, I'm Phoenix!" Though he said that, the red mark on his face was extremely conspicuous.