Superstorm!

The storm had not yet fully formed.

But the battle had already spiraled out of control.

As time passed—

The Golden Lion's fleet began to bring its overwhelming advantage in numbers to bear.

High above, the warships formed ranks at different altitudes.

Upper tier—sustained long-range bombardment.

Middle tier—blocked routes through the air and intercepted attackers.

Lower tier—circled close to the sea, raining down grappling hooks and explosive shells.

They were closing in from every direction.

The Oro Jackson was trapped between the storm and a wall of steel.

"Port side breached—!!!"

"The stern deck's broken!!!"

"The powder magazine took a hit! Keep it steady—!!!"

The deck shook violently, and the hull groaned in every direction.

Even the ship Tom had built from Treasure Tree Adam was riddled with cracks.

Its seemingly indestructible timbers were being pushed to their limit.

Rayleigh was covered in blood and breathing hard, but his sword remained sharp.

With one sweeping strike, he drove back three diving warships and shattered their cannon muzzles with the force of his blade.

But when he landed, he was visibly unsteady.

Gaban spun his twin axes like a whirlwind, knocking away the pirates who forced their way aboard.

But a shell fragment had torn a wound down to the bone in his shoulder, and blood dripped from his arm onto the deck.

Sambel leaped into the raging sea to counterattack, only to be driven back by cannon fire from above.

In a battle of attrition, the disparity in numbers grew impossible to ignore.

—They were hopelessly outnumbered.

—They were outgunned.

—They had completely lost control of the skies.

And on the main battlefield, Shiki was gradually pulling Roger away from the ship.

Shiki no longer met him head-on.

He used his unmatched mobility in the air to dart along the