Summit War II

"Finally!"

Before the projection, Ryan's expression shifted as he watched the massive ships emerge from beneath the sea.

Although he intended to get involved in this matter, he had no intention of overstepping his bounds.

Now that Whitebeard had shown himself, everything was simple. He only needed to wait for the right moment to make his move.

Battlefield.

Three enormous ships flying pirate flags appeared in the inner sea of Marine Headquarters.

A hundred thousand Marines surrounded the three massive ships.

Yet shockingly, the ones who felt fear were those hundred thousand Marines.

As Whitebeard stepped onto the top of the deck one step at a time, the sound of people swallowing could be heard everywhere.

"That presence... he's strong like a monster!"

Ryan muttered, his gaze growing somewhat more solemn.

Even separated by a screen, he seemed able to feel that overwhelming presence.

And that was with Whitebeard old and frail. It would already be impressive if he retained fifty percent of his peak strength.

Even Albedo, who had never regarded anyone outside Nazarick highly, became somewhat solemn.

There was still a difference when separated by a screen, but judging by the feeling alone, this was a powerful opponent worthy of serious treatment from her and the others of Nazarick.

Marine Headquarters.

The bearing of the ruler of the seas was fully displayed the moment Whitebeard appeared. His burst of laughter made the seemingly frozen atmosphere even tenser.

"Gurararara! Sengoku, it's been decades since we last met, hasn't it?"

"My dear son has been in your care, Sengoku!"

His voice was not especially loud, nor were his emotions particularly agitated, but after he spoke, no one dared respond.

Even Sengoku, standing on the execution platform, had sweat dripping from his forehead.

They had not expected Whitebeard to advance directly