Whitebeard Pirates' Odds of Victory
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In the New World, in the Whitebeard Sea, on the Moby Dick, the atmosphere was buzzing. The once clear sky was now covered by dark clouds, forming a swirling, upside-down shape.
The wind howled, and the entire sea seemed to fall silent.
With each powerful footstep, the pirates on the ship, whose willpower was weak, collapsed to the ground one by one, losing consciousness.
He carried a large wine jug in one hand, wore a black cloak, had short stubble around his mouth, wore flip-flops, and had a Western sword at his waist. He appeared on the entire ship with an air of superiority and dominance, as if no one else was there.
Across from him, Whitebeard, covered in medical tubes and with alcohol gushing from his mouth, sat motionless in a chair, watching the man approach.
"Stop with your Conqueror's Haki, you're scaring my child."
After finishing the drink, the Whitebeard lowered his head and said calmly.
A hearty laugh rang out, and without any formality, the Red-Haired sat down cross-legged on the spot. He placed the wine jug in front of the Whitebeard and said generously, "As per your request, I have personally brought wine to visit you."
Beside him, Jozu took out two wine bowls and placed them in the middle.
The Red-Haired didn't hesitate and simply filled the glass to the brim.
"This wine is not bad."
The wine had a rich aroma, with a sweet and spicy flavor. The Whitebeard looked at the crystal-clear liquid, not caring if it was poisoned, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Of course, this is one of my rarest and most prized possessions."
The Red-Haired also downed his drink in one gulp, laughing heartily.
This time, Whitebeard didn't reply; he just finished his drink and stared at Red-Haired.
"My younger brother was a bit impolite last time, so I've come personally to apologize this time."
With her red hair flowing freely, she slowly began to show a Red-Haired expression.
"You, the one with the red afro?" After a moment's thought, Whitebeard remembered; it seemed to have been about a week ago.
"Yes, he just joined recently and is still a bit inexperienced."
He grinned Red-Haired.
"So, you came in person this time, is it for this matter?"
He leaned forward slightly, his back lifting off the chair, and the Whitebeard stared sharply at the Red-Haired.
"See these three scars on me? Teach is far more cunning than you think. Letting Fire Fist Ace catch him was a complete mistake."
Staring intently at the Whitebeard, the Red-Haired pointed to the three scars on his left eye, his gaze sharp.
"Most importantly, this matter has even involved the Sacred Pirates. If I'm not mistaken, you, Whitebeard, have been used as a pawn."
"Kulala"
After hearing Red-Haired' solemn statement, Whitebeard inexplicably burst into laughter.
"So what?"
With a wave of his hand, boundless Haki radiated out like a storm.
"You might die, Whitebeard Pirates will be brought down from their pedestal."
The entire scene fell silent. In a flash, a terrifying pressure surged from the two of them, causing the once calm air to erupt into chaos once more.
Amidst rolling clouds and flashing lightning, a small knife and a longsword clashed violently.
They were so close, yet their overwhelming auras made the air hum.
"I have Whitebeard."
Looking down from his vantage point, the Whitebeard glared angrily, his terrifying aura sending chills down one's spine.
Holding his sword in one hand, he blocked the gleaming broadsword. The Red-Haired's face was serious. "But you're getting old. If you were to engage in a full-scale war with the Sacred Pirates, your chances of winning would only be forty percent."
Ignoring Whitebeard's increasingly serious expression, Red-Haired continued gravely, "The Sacred Pirates' power now far surpasses what it once was. The Shichibukai, Big Bang, and the Revolutionary Army all have dealings with them. This is no longer something you can suppress alone."
A massive gust of wind swept through, creating distance between the two. The Red-Haired sheathed his longsword and stared intently at the Whitebeard.
"So what?"
With one hand supporting his dagger, the Whitebeard exuded an overwhelming Haki, ignoring everything around him.
"Times have changed. This incident is not only being fueled by Teach. The Navy's covetous eyes will have far-reaching consequences, and the balance of power among the Four Emperors could be altered in the blink of an eye."
"Kulala"
Without saying a word, the Whitebeard simply threw his head back and laughed loudly.
"Now that things have come to this, I know I can't change your decision. I just want to remind you that Teach's ambition and forbearance are more terrifying than you imagine. I hope we can meet again after this."
Shanks took one last look at Whitebeard, then Red-Haired and left, because he had never had any expectations in the first place.
Those who possess Conqueror's Haki will never back down; even knowing that a trap lies ahead, they are confident they can destroy everything.
Seeing that the Red-Haired had disappeared, Whitebeard sat back down in his chair and fell into deep thought.
"Pops."
Jozu and the others, who had been surrounding them, approached with slight concern.
Where is Ace?
After a moment of silence, the Whitebeard took a swig of strong liquor, gazed at the boundless sea, and spoke.
"According to reports, they are still pursuing Teach on the Grand Line."
Vista's gaze was sharp as he gave a single reply.
"Assemble the fleet and head to the Grand Line." Whitebeard made his decision. No matter what, Ace could not die. Since they wanted him to step down, they would see if they had the ability to take on this position.
"Yes."
Meanwhile, the news of Red-Haired' meeting with Whitebeard naturally could not be kept secret from the various major powers.
The Grand Line, an unnamed island, the location of the Revolutionary Army.
"Fire Fist Ace, Germa Pirates, Red-Haired and Whitebeard meet."
With a slight frown, Long looked at the intelligence report in his hand, lost in thought.
"Mr. Dragon, I feel that someone is stirring up trouble in this matter, deliberately trying to create friction between Whitebeard and the Sacred Pirates."
Below, Sabo also looked at the exact same intelligence and finally came to a chilling conclusion.
"This is a conspiracy from the start, and a perfectly legitimate one at that. Send word to get me all the information on Marshall D. Teach."
After answering Sabo, Dragon turned his gaze to the intelligence officer standing to the side.
"Yes!"
"Mr. Dragon, could it be this person?" Sabo was somewhat confused. After all, Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach had recently become quite famous for killing the fourth division commander of Whitebeard's army and betraying Whitebeard.
Keep in mind, this is the World's Strongest Man. Not only did he betray them, but he also killed his companion before leaving, and this companion was no ordinary person.
The fact that he could rise to the position of the fourth division commander speaks volumes about his strength, yet he was killed by Blackbeard. So, just how strong was Blackbeard?
"The root of this incident lies with this man; it's highly likely he orchestrated it."
Narrowing his eyes, Long continued, "And there are quite a few people pulling the strings behind the scenes."
"Navy."
"Perhaps our partner will change his identity." With a pointed remark, Long tapped the table with one hand.
"Impossible! That's the World's Strongest Man, how could God possibly..."
"Nothing is impossible. Whitebeard is getting old. This is a good opportunity to see the true strength of the nation."
Sabo's face turned serious after hearing what the dragon said.
If Whitebeard and the Sacred Pirates really launch a full-scale war this time, it will either result in mutual destruction or a winner-takes-all scenario, and the power structure of the Four Emperors will not change much.
But in Long's view, the country's chances of winning would be the highest.
It's clear that Red-Haired and Dragon share the same idea.
The Whitebeard Pirates of today are not the Whitebeard Pirates as they used to be. Not to mention the aging Whitebeard, the deaths of the first and fourth division commanders Marco and Thatch, alone have dealt a heavy blow to the Whitebeard Pirates.
The country's strength remains a mystery to this day.
Most importantly, the weapons circulating in the market over the years are enough to demonstrate the country's strength.
Furthermore, the Four Emperors Big Big, the Revolutionary Army, and the Shichibukai all trade with him. With such a vast trading network, even the Whitebeard Pirates would find it difficult to see any hope.
The worst-case scenario is that God takes Whitebeard's place and becomes the new Four Emperors!
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