The Horn of Counterattack, the Hunt Begins

Several days later, the sea appeared calm, but hidden currents churned beneath the surface.

Flags snapped in the wind as the Neo Marines fleet advanced slowly across the sea. Every warship's deck was packed with fully armed soldiers, their eyes fixed on the distant horizon, their expressions solemn as tension pulled tight within them.

They knew this surface calm was merely a brief stillness before the storm. At any moment, a battle like raging waves could descend upon them.

Inside the command room of the flagship Dawn, the atmosphere was equally oppressive.

Jin An, Kuzan, Whitebeard, Marco, and the others stood around an enormous nautical chart at the center of the room, carefully studying the coming route and the areas where battle might break out.

"According to the intelligence, we will encounter the pirate alliance head-on around noon tomorrow."

Kuzan folded his arms, his tone indifferent, though deep thought showed in his eyes.

"They are moving faster than we expected. It seems they are prepared to stake everything on one final fight."

Jin An nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across several marked points on the map. His finger lightly tapped a narrow stretch of sea.

"Here is their best ambush point."

Hearing this, Whitebeard narrowed his eyes and gave a deep chuckle.

"Gurararara... If they really strike us here, then they have chosen the wrong place."

His voice was deep and confident, as if he had already seen through every card the enemy held.

Marco nodded and pointed to that narrow sea route.

"There are reef fields on both sides, and the currents are complicated. If they set an ambush here, we can use the terrain against them, use cannon fire and Haki shockwaves to tear them apart in one stroke."

A cold smile curled across Jin An's lips.

"Exactly.