You're Strong, But Still Far From Enough.

The Marines, who had been sitting back and watching the tigers fight from the safety of the mountain, finally raised anchor and set sail for the waters near Water Seven Island.

Dozens of large warships sailed side by side across the sea, cutting through the waves. From afar, their imposing presence was overwhelming.

This scale was several times greater than a Buster Call.

The firepower they carried could easily reduce an ordinary island to a barren wasteland.

No country could withstand such power.

The fleet pressed toward Water Seven Island at an unhurried pace.

The situation on the island was still unclear,

so,

although the Marines had arrived, they would not rush into the battle.

Tens of thousands of New World elite pirates led by the Whitebeard Pirates were fighting the Maud Pirates.

When two tigers fought, one was bound to be wounded.

If both sides suffered heavy losses, so much the better.

That would be the most suitable moment for the Marines to enter the fray.

Before then, their task was to seal off every route by which anyone could escape Water Seven Island.

Not a single pirate who had come to attend the celebration could be allowed to flee!

"What a pity~~~"

Kizaru stood at the bow with both hands in his pockets, gazing into the distance at Water Seven Island's outline.

The chilly sea breeze swept in from afar, lifting his coat.

"A pity about what, old man?"

Sentomaru looked at Kizaru's back and asked in confusion.

"Hmm~~~"

Kizaru habitually raised a hand to stroke his chin. Since he felt there was no need to explain it to Sentomaru, he simply pretended not to have heard the question.

With this fleet, whose scale far surpassed that of a Buster Call, they could theoretically suppress an entire island