Titch vs. Rediat (The End)

As the battle ended, Rediat did not faint. He was panting heavily, looking at Teach in the distance. He knew that he had lost.

He recalled Teach's final punch, the one that had been evenly matched, but Teach had seized the opportunity to deliver.

Unexpectedly, Teach had a hidden method: he concentrated Conqueror's Haki in his eyes to unleash Conqueror's Haki.

Normally, such Conqueror's Haki has no effect on him, as he also possesses Conqueror's Haki. However, Teach's Conqueror's Haki has a powerful effect on mental damage.

If he had been prepared, it would have been fine, but Teach had hidden such methods, and he was caught off guard and fell victim to them. Although he wasn't seriously injured, it still had an impact on him.

He had seen all of this through his mind-reading ability, but it was an open scheme. If he tried to avoid it, he would surely fail, because this was their final, all-out attack, and he couldn't evade it.

Once he has the thought of dodging, his attack power will weaken, and Vice Admiral, so it can be said that he will definitely lose.

So he could only gamble, betting that Teach's move wouldn't work on him, but clearly, he failed.

It's worth noting that even Stephanie, Vice Admiral- level powerhouse who had undergone rigorous training with the CP, couldn't withstand Teach's move.

Although Rediat also possessed Conqueror's Haki and had extremely strong resistance to it, and Teach's attack was much weaker, Rediat was still mentally exhausted at this stage of the battle and had reached his limit. In the end, he was still affected by Teach's attack.

In that instant, Teach saw the future, Rediat was affected by that future. At the same time, Rediat also saw it, and at that moment, he already knew that he had lost, no matter what, he would be defeated.

But for some reason, he wasn't disappointed; a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

He closed his eyes, panting, and collapsed to the ground, slowly recovering his strength.

Suddenly, with his eyes closed, he could only sense a shadow before him; he could already feel the approaching footsteps.

That familiar presence... He opened his eyes and saw it was Teach. Teach had also reached his limit, slowly taking steps, staggering with each step, a smile on his face, as he walked up to him.

"Haha, I won." Teach laughed, somewhat pleased. His victory meant he had gained another powerful ally. He looked at Rediat and extended his hand.

"Hehe! You won." Rediat chuckled, but he was exhausted. His body felt like it was falling apart. He had fought for three and a half days. He was fine while they were fighting, but now all the fatigue was overwhelming him.

With difficulty, Rediat raised his hand and placed it on Teach's outstretched palm.

Upon seeing this, Teach gripped it tightly and pulled hard, allowing Rediat to use Teach's strength to get up and slowly stand up.

With his abilities and regenerative capacity, given enough time, even though he's reached his limit, he can still stand up.

Night fell on this small, fragmented island, now on the verge of destruction. The Night Pirates were having a joyful feast in what appeared to be a large open space.

They were celebrating a battle that lasted nearly four days, a battle that had shown them a new world, a fight between two monsters, a battle that reached the pinnacle of the ocean.

Similarly, they were celebrating Teach's victory, and even more so, celebrating the addition of a powerful king and a new, formidable ally to their Night Pirates.

Teach and Rediat sat facing each other, their injuries treated and both wearing bandages.

However, after eating, given their recovery ability, their bodies are now able to move around without any problems in a short time. Once their strength is restored, they will be almost fully recovered.

It was a closely fought battle after all. They were physically strong and had excellent defenses, unlike Teach, who had many broken bones all over his body when he fought Bullet.

The injuries on my body still need some time to heal.

"Now can you tell me who that person is?" Rediat looked at Teach, a mixture of excitement and anticipation in his eyes. He was finally going to know the answer—the person he had been searching for all along, whose name he didn't even know.

"You should have heard of him. He's a Daimyo and legendary figure," Teach said, looking at Rediat with a smile. Even though he was about to mention his name, he couldn't help but get excited.

The image of that man involuntarily flashed through Teach's mind.

Rediat made no attempt to listen to Teach 'Teach thoughts; Teach was now practically his ally, and to do so would be disrespectful.

In a sense, he had already joined the Night Pirates, and Teach was his captain, although he hadn't officially joined the Night Pirates before that matter was resolved.

Seeing Rediat's expectant expression, tinged with a hint of trepidation and nervousness, it was clear that Teach's words had shocked him. Who exactly was this legendary figure?

Teach reached into his clothes and took out two pieces of paper, one a wanted poster and the other a photograph. He gently placed them on the ground, on either side, and displayed them in front of Rediat.

"Patrick Redfield." Rediat's pupils contracted, his gaze fixed on the photograph on the ground and the somewhat old wanted poster. He spoke slowly, with a hint of disbelief.

This very clear photo is from Teach's collection; it shows a bar counter at a pub.

Red, a color as vibrant as blood.

She had white hair braided into two plaids that hung over her shoulders. She wore a plum-red shirt and blood-red trousers, black leather shoes with gold trim, and a large blood-red cloak with a plaid pattern over it. A blue rose adorned her neck.

A slender umbrella with a bat-shaped handle leaned against one side of the bar.

His eyebrows were crimson, a gold chain hung from his lips, and he wore a wicked smile.

A tall, slender figure, seemingly swirling a glass of scarlet wine in his hand, turned sideways, glancing sideways at the direction of the gate.

His deep eyes seemed to see through everything.

"The photographer who took this picture won the photography competition that year with it," Teach joked.

"This is a scene from when the Crimson Earl was surrounded by the navy. You can see that the tavern was empty except for him, because the one who came to arrest him was the naval Garp the Hero," Teach said, recounting the information he knew.

The Crimson Earl's confidence is evident even in photographs alone.

The strong fear nothing.

The next wanted poster, the Crimson Earl's last wanted poster, was the last wanted poster before he was imprisoned in Impel Down.

The wanted poster featured Patrick Redfield's portrait, still exuding confidence, nobility, and a sinister charm.

Below, the staggering five billion bounty is extremely eye-catching.

"Although you know him, he's far away in the West Blue, so you probably haven't paid much attention to him. If the person you're looking for really is him, then you've probably heard very little about him in your life. I still need to tell you this," Teach said to Rediat with a smile.

Whether it's true or not is no longer so important, because Teach has already confirmed in his heart that Rediat is very similar to Redfield, about 80% similar, plus that unique ability to read minds, strong aptitude, and strength.

If Teach's Armament Haki hadn't been a level higher than Rediat's, he wouldn't have won this battle and might have been defeated by Rediat the very next day.

Even Rediat felt the same way. Looking at Redfield, he felt a sense of familiarity, and his heart skipped a beat. Even through the photograph, he felt a blood connection with him.

Similarly, Teach was right. Although he knew of "The Lone Red," it was because of his immense reputation. It was that major event two years ago that made him remember this person.

In the past, I had only heard about it occasionally.

Within the kingdom, he rarely received information about Redfield, which now seemed rather strange; such information must have been concealed.

"Because he didn't trust his companions and only believed in his own strength, he was a lone wolf on the high seas, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, which is why there was so little news about him on the seas."

"Patrick Redfield was a contemporary of Roger, Whitebeard, Golden Lion, Garp, Sengoku, and others. If we consider the Great Pirate Era as the standard, he belongs to the previous era. He alone was on par with Roger and Whitebeard, demonstrating exceptional strength."

"How powerful was he? If Roger became Pirate King because of the strength of the entire Roger Pirates, then Whitebeard relied on his own strength. The entire pirate crew was basically supported by Whitebeard alone. In terms of strength, Whitebeard was slightly stronger than Roger. That's why, before Roger became Pirate King, Whitebeard already had the title of 'World's Strongest.'"

"However, the title of Whitebeard the World's Strongest only came about after Patrick Redfield was imprisoned in Impel Down and disappeared from the sea."

Teach's meaning was quite clear: the title of the World's Strongest person had not belonged to any one person before, as it was difficult to distinguish between them. This indicated that "The Lone Red" was very strong, no weaker than Whitebeard.

"However, you probably already know what happened, though I'm not entirely clear on it, so let me tell you. More than two years ago, before Roger became king, on an island, 'The Lone Red' fought Fleet Admiral Kong for nine days and nine nights. Fleet Admiral Kong was nearly killed, but at the last moment, Marine Garp the Hero arrived and saved him. After that, Redfield, who was already severely injured, fought against the Marine Garp the Hero at his peak for three days and three nights, eventually collapsing from exhaustion and being imprisoned in Impel Down, the lowest level of Infinite Hell."

"However, you can gather some other specific information yourself. With your abilities, it should be easy for you to collect it," Teach said with a smile, looking at Rediat.

Rediat's feelings were very complicated, especially after receiving information about the person he wanted to know, such a legendary figure.

Redfield's image, based on Teach's words and the photograph before him, gradually took shape in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer, and he felt an urge to go find him.

As for whether it was true or not, he was already very certain in his heart, but to be truly certain, he still needed to verify it himself. Now that he knew his name, he had many ways to easily tell from the behavior of his relatives.

He had never known the name of the man he was looking for before.

The more they looked, the more certain they became. Although there was no accurate news or intelligence about him, there were indeed items related to him in the palace.

Rediat's gaze fell on the photograph, on Redfield's chest, on the blue rose—his mother's favorite flower, the exact same blue rose, which grew in abundance in the palace.

Then, his gaze fell on Redfield's blood-red hair and the two braids that hung down.

Rediat couldn't help but touch his hair, his beautiful long purple hair.

He had always been puzzled by the fact that his younger brother had blue hair, just like his mother, but his own hair was purple, which was one of the clues he had been searching for.

Now he understood: purple, isn't it just blue plus red? It's the combination of their bloodlines.

He was also somewhat anxious, wanting to find out everything and hear the man's name from them himself.

At this point, he decided to go back to his own country.

"Rediat, are you leaving?" Teach asked, seeing Rediat's expression and understanding his thoughts.

"Yes, that's right. They must be getting worried since we haven't been back for so many days. We need to talk to them about our situation, and I also have some important questions for them," Rediat said earnestly.

The important question, of course, was about the man he knew.

"How should we relay information about the Kraken Kingdom and this war?" Teach asked Rediat, taking a sip of his "Aphrodite's Kiss" from his glass.

"Just give me a Den Den Mushi, and I'll get the message to you as soon as I get back. However, some details are hard to explain in Den Den Mushi, so someone needs to come to my place to pick it up." Rediat picked up his glass, savoring the aroma of the wine, then looked up and downed it in one gulp.

"Then Lafitte will do. You know his abilities." Teach looked at Rediat and smiled. "This is a tribute wine from the Celestial Dragons, the finest of wines. Take five bottles back to the Tiresfa Kingdom as my welcoming gift."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. I'll treat you to our West Blue wine when the time comes," Rediat poured himself another glass and replied with a smile.

Two wine glasses clinked together in the air.