At those words...
The clifftop fell silent again for a moment.
This guy wanted to fight all four of them alone?
Wasn't that a little too arrogant?
Many of the pirates sneered inwardly. Romanov Noah's name had certainly resounded across the seas over the past few years, but the men leading their side were no pushovers either!
The Whitebeard Pirates' First Division Commander, Marco the Phoenix!
The strongest of the Charlotte Family's Four Sweet Commanders, Katakuri!
Both their bounties were approaching a billion. With Vista and Cracker thrown into the mix, even an Admiral from Marine Headquarters would find them incredibly troublesome opponents, wouldn't he?
At the end of the day, he was just one man. What gave him the right to be this arrogant?
"Hey, hey, that's going a bit too far."
Marco narrowed his eyes at the figure in midair as cold blue-green phoenix flames began burning behind him. "We need to join forces with the Charlotte Family just to face you? Don't underestimate us, Romanov Noah..."
With his mature, steady temperament, he hadn't actually wanted to clash with the Marines at a time like this.
But as a member of the Whitebeard Pirates, if he let someone walk all over him without striking back hard, he would be disgracing Pops...
The cold blue-green flames burning behind him rapidly condensed over his right hand, taking the shape of a phoenix's tail feathers in an instant. Just as he was about to strike—
Boom!
An explosive blast suddenly came roaring toward him. Marco frowned, his Observation Haki detecting it instantly, but he remained where he was, making no attempt to dodge.
The attack didn't hit him. It merely blasted a crater several meters wide into the ground before him, its warning unmistakable.
"Move aside!"
He turned to see Katakuri