A Pirate's Railgun

Marine flagship.

Zephyr stood at the bow, his brow tightly furrowed.

Just moments ago, he had sensed the auras of those five rear admirals... all of them had vanished.

"Something's wrong." He spoke in a low voice. "Something happened to those five brats. Tsuru, stay here and take command. I'll go take a look..."

Before he could finish.

Lightning gathered in the air fifty meters ahead.

A figure materialized out of thin air.

Black wings spread wide, flames coiling around his left side and lightning around his right. It was Lin Nuo.

"No need to trouble yourself. I'm already here."

"Zephyr."

The entire ship instantly entered maximum alert!

"Enemy attack—!!"

"All cannons, aim at the target!"

"Prepare for boarding combat!"

Though the Marine soldiers were well-trained, they could not help but panic when they saw Lin Nuo's form and felt the crushing pressure of his Conqueror's Haki.

Nearly a hundred cannons adjusted their angles at once, every muzzle aimed at Lin Nuo in the sky.

Zephyr raised a hand, signaling everyone to remain calm.

He exchanged a glance with Tsuru, and both saw the gravity in each other's eyes.

"He actually intends to face us alone..." Zephyr said quietly.

Tsuru narrowed her eyes. "He has guts, but he does have the right to be this bold."

In the distance, Lin Nuo was studying them as well.

At this point in time, Zephyr had yet to lose his arm to Whitebeard Jr. He was in his prime, only a year or two away from becoming an admiral and not far from the peak of his career.

As for Tsuru... she looked good thirty-eight years younger. Heroic and spirited, with sharp eyes, she was no worse than her future self.

But...

Lin Nuo clenched his fist.

Even if they joined forces, he