The Annihilation Begins

"Weevil will be fine. He's so strong, he definitely won't be caught by Zephyr. After Weevil escapes, he'll come back for me," Bakin thought to himself.

She's a seasoned veteran, with far more experience than these pirates. After all, she was once a member of the Rocks Pirates, and she must have her own methods to survive this long.

Although he's getting old, he's still quite strong; he could easily handle these small-time pirates.

Although the body has weakened, its abilities have been developed to their fullest potential over the years, resulting in extraordinary effects.

She didn't care that the other party was using her, and she even anticipated that the purpose of finding her was mainly to get Weevil to deal with Zephyr.

It's said that he won't confront Zephyr, but that's practically impossible. Having killed so many Marine Academy members, how could Zephyr possibly let it go?

Bakin had anticipated this situation, but compared to the treasure offered by the pirates, it was insignificant; this was simply a collaboration.

Her abilities allowed her to sense that the pirate wasn't lying; this operation was indeed an act of revenge against the Navy. She neither wanted to know nor was interested in the reasons behind it.

If she can acquire a huge amount of treasure, she can definitely live a carefree life for a while.

She has painstakingly raised her son to this level over the years. She is not only Weevil's mother, but also his teacher. With her knowledge and experience in the Rocks Pirates, she has trained Weevil to be the person he is today.

Now, it's time for her to reap the rewards.

Bakin knew Weevil's power; these pirates wouldn't dare to deceive them, otherwise, the outcome was predictable—they would surely die under Weevil's greatsword.

She was also somewhat surprised that these pirates dared to attack Zephyr and the naval cadets, especially members of the elite training camp. These were the future of the navy, and if the losses were too great, one could imagine how furious the navy would be if they succeeded.

She'll definitely have to hide for a while, but only for a short period, since she's been hiding for so many years anyway.

In her eyes, Weevil was nothing more than a tool, a valuable tool, and that was the purpose of giving birth to him.

It's worth noting that she was a great beauty in her youth, had a relationship with Whitebeard, wore leopard print clothing that Whitebeard liked, and followed Whitebeard for two years after the fall of Rocks, leaving after getting what she wanted most.

What she wanted was a powerful tool, not a powerful son, which is why Weevil has become what he is today, with his intelligence completely suppressed and his mind not developing normally.

Her abilities have such an effect, after all, she possesses Whitebeard's bloodline, and although Bakin's own strength cannot compare with those Great Pirate, he was also a master of Two types of Haki in his youth.

With such genes, how could she have given birth to a mentally challenged son?

Weevil lived up to expectations, inheriting Whitebeard's powerful talents: a monstrous physique, strength, and combat prowess. However, his learning ability was somewhat lacking; while his Armament Haki was maxed out, he couldn't even Awakening his Observation Haki.

At only twenty-five years old, he possesses monstrous strength. For this, Bakin even sacrificed a Devil Fruit he had obtained from the Rocks Pirates and treasured for many years.

Bakin was grooming Weevil to be the next Whitebeard.

"My good son, Mom is going to buy you something to eat. You stand here and wait a moment. If any navy soldiers come, take care of them. These navy soldiers are here to cause trouble."

Bakin came out carrying a bag of jewels in his small hands and smiled softly at Weevil.

"Okay, Mom, come back soon." Weevil's face was somewhat blank, with snot on his face, making him look silly.

In the blink of an eye, Bakin had vanished, hiding away, intending to secretly observe what would happen next.

"The pirates on the edge of the island have all fled."

"How could we possibly escape? The time has come to test our strength."

"This island is teeming with pirates; it's a true pirate island, so there's no need to show mercy."

"I'm getting really excited!"

The naval cadets were eager to get started, their excitement tinged with nervousness.

"Be careful, there are tough guys among the pirates. Quite a few members die in every battle, and I don't want you to be one of them."

Two massive warships slowly approached and then docked at the shore. The sea near the shore was a mess, with few intact ships. A pirate ship in front of them was directly crushed by the naval warships.

One by one, naval cadets disembarked from the warship, numbering nearly five hundred. The Marine Elite Training Camp has expanded its enrollment time and again over the years, growing from less than one hundred to its current size.

It is something the Navy must do to restore its strength and enhance its power in order to deal with the large number and ever-growing strength of pirates in the Great Pirate Era.

Opportunities were scarce before, but now they are plentiful, naturally leading to a greater number of people standing out.

This is also a good thing for the navy.

These naval cadets are the elite of recent years. Every year, members of the elite training camp graduate, and new recruits join.

Generally, the elite training camp lasts for five years. Outstanding members, those who already possessed certain abilities before entering the elite training camp, can even graduate early, like Novoya, who only spent two years.

Each live-fire exercise against pirates is conducted by trainees who have undergone three to five years of training.

Trainees who have only been in training for one or two years have not yet developed the necessary skills to participate in such operations; the risks are too high.

Of course, it's possible that a few outstanding members might be specially assigned to this operation.

Therefore, this operation involved members from three sessions, each with approximately 150 people, equivalent to three generations of elite naval personnel.

This is already the limit, after all, Zephyr's energy is limited, and teaching so many students is a huge undertaking.

After all, training plans and teaching methods need to be tailored to each individual, and the workload is even greater than that of Marshal Sengoku.

Even with the help of other naval instructors.

Moreover, this is the limit that the Marine Headquarters can afford. After all, the investment in training elites is enormous. Over five years, each member would require an investment of at least ten million Beli.

Added together, it amounts to a huge sum of money.

For this reason, they could only be sent out to allow each Marine Branch to establish its own naval school, which naturally included special classes similar to elite training camps.

After all, each Marine Branch is basically self-sufficient and can train its own personnel.

This format has been used before. Each Marine Branch would train a small number of outstanding members, around ten or so, and sometimes they would exchange ideas with the headquarters' elite training camp.

However, due to changes in the situation, it has expanded in scale and become more formalized.

For example, Vice Admiral Novoya was concurrently the chief instructor of the G8 Branch, the naval academy, and the elite training camp.

In his spare time, he would teach some outstanding naval personnel and develop training plans for them. Now, Novoya has a dominant and immense reputation within the G8 Branch.

Zephyr stood at the bow of the warship, arms crossed, his resolute face silently watching his students depart, disperse, and enter the island's towns.

"You all go and keep an eye on things, but don't make any moves rashly," Zephyr said to the navy officers nearby.

"Don't worry, sir, we know," said one of the Commodore accompanying them, who had also been through it.

Eight Commodore and four Rear Admiral —they were all students of Zephyr, and had graduated many years ago.

Seeing his students grow up and become the backbone of the Navy fills Zephyr with a great sense of honor.

These combat troops, besides protecting students whose lives might be in danger, are also there to deal with the powerful pirates on the island; otherwise, it would be impossible for these students alone to deal with all the pirates.

The streets were deserted, which made the naval cadets on the road feel a little strange.

They felt watched from all around them; these pirates were hiding inside the surrounding houses, and they didn't know why.

His cold gaze held a murderous intent.

Although the island was large, dozens of naval cadets gathered together.

Suddenly, "Kill!"

At a command, all the pirates rushed out, and the naval cadets were immediately surrounded by the massive pirate crew.

Gunshots rang out intermittently, and a large number of bullets were fired, injuring some trainees immediately.

Organized pirates can exert tremendous power; with tens of thousands of pirates on the island, they are overwhelming in sheer numbers.

The battle began immediately, a hunting net targeting these naval cadets.

There was no one-on-one combat at all; these students were directly surrounded and attacked by pirates, catching them completely off guard.

This was completely different from what they had imagined.

The fighting began, and even these Commodore Rear Admiral and rear admirals were taken aback. Such a numerical disparity was extremely disadvantageous for the naval cadets.

But they didn't join the fight; they watched from the sidelines.

They now believe the situation is still under their control, and they are ready to act at any time should anyone be in danger.

There have been no casualties so far. The training effect of the elite training camp is powerful. The trainees quickly reacted and displayed their unique abilities.

Swordsmanship, physical skills, Devil Fruit, abilities, and a few outstanding students have also mastered Haki.

Pirates died at their hands, and the blood fueled their ferocity, leading to a frenzied battle.

One by one, powerful pirates gathered together under the leadership of Frey.

"Prepare to make a move! If things continue like this, once those protecting marines take action, the pirates we're sheltering will soon collapse. Now is the time for us to strike, deal with these marines, stabilize the situation, and seize this opportunity to make a name for ourselves. Otherwise, we won't even be able to survive."

Frey said seriously.

"Don't worry about Central Street. There's a monster there who will help us deal with the former Admiral."

Naval cadets may appear brave, but they have their limits; their physical strength is quickly depleted.

Moreover, these pirates are just ordinary members; the real elites are all gathered here by Frey, each with considerable strength and a bounty of at least 50 million Beli.

Prestige, profit, and the threat of death—these factors brought them together. In order to survive, they would most likely die if they didn't eliminate the navy.

The navy has already landed on the island. If they wanted to run, they would have run long ago. They either escaped, died under the navy's gunfire, sank into the sea, or went into hiding.

Many of them were drawn in by the words of Frey and his companions and stayed on their own initiative, seeking both fame and revenge against the Navy.

The smoothness of the event also exceeded the expectations of Frey and his companions.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, Bakin, with a cunning expression on his face, continued to unleash his abilities.

In order to successfully obtain the treasure, they needed more power and more cannon fodder, so Bakin secretly helped Frey and his two companions.

He secretly used his abilities to lower the intelligence of others, influencing their thoughts and making them agree to Frey and the other two's plan to fight against the Navy.

In addition, Bakin also wanted revenge. She had been hunted down by Zephyr when she was young, but she had long forgotten about it. Now that she had this opportunity, she naturally wouldn't let it go.

"That's settled then, let's take action and teach these navy men a lesson!" Bolo, acting as a scapegoat, shouted.

"That's right!"

"Let them see the power of pirates!"

One by one, powerful pirates set off, ready to make their move.

Meanwhile, on the central street of the island, dozens of naval cadets lay dead in pools of blood, still alive and staring at Weevil with terrified expressions.

What terrified them even more was that two powerful senior naval officers, a Commodore and a Rear Admiral, were powerless to resist this blond devil.

They simply couldn't have imagined this situation.

A thin leg stepped directly onto the Rear Admiral's head.

The overwhelming force caused the ground to crack and sink.

"Stupid navy, Mom was right, a navy officer really did come looking for trouble! Everyone who disturbed my meal deserves to die!" Weevil roared, wielding his large sword with both hands and swinging it forward.

The immense force unleashed a massive slash that flew towards the surviving naval cadets, splitting several of them in two.

"Monster!" The Rear Admiral, enduring the pain as his bones snapped under the force, struggled to pull a signal flare from his pocket.

I thought I wouldn't need this, but I didn't expect it to be used so quickly.

Red smoke shot into the sky.

"Still have the strength? Then die!" Seeing the Navy's movement beneath his feet, Weevil immediately increased his strength.

The navy personnel beneath his feet were trampled to death.

"It's a distress signal!" Zephyr changed when he saw the red smoke on the shore. A distress signal meant that they had encountered a powerful enemy that was difficult to deal with.

But how much time has passed?

Zephyr immediately made his move, unleashing astonishing speed as he headed towards the central street from which the signal had been sent.

When he arrived there, he saw a scene that made his eyes widen in fury: corpses all over the ground. These were his students. The only two remaining Commodore had come after seeing the distress signal. One was seriously injured and lying on the ground, while the other was being held in Weevil's hand, his bones breaking one by one under his monstrous strength.

With everyone else dead, Weevil grew bored and began finishing off the surviving marines.

"Damn bastard, do you even know what you've done?!" Zephyr was furious. Before Weevil could react, Zephyr appeared in front of him in an instant.

The jet-black fist slammed directly into Weevil's head, sending him flying.

Boom!

Houses collapsed one after another, Weevil flew hundreds of meters away, leaving ruins in his wake.