The fighting outside was so fierce that the noise made Blackbeard's eardrums ache. Frowning, he propped his chin on one hand while his bulging eyes darted back and forth.
Whitebeard was locked in a bitter struggle, and Blackbeard was confident he could kill him if he went out now. But the situation gave him no cause to celebrate. The Marines were far too strong; the moment he showed himself, Sengoku and the others would never let him go.
So although Whitebeard was in grave danger, Blackbeard still held back.
But what was coming could not be avoided. Suddenly, someone cried out, "Fleet Admiral Sengoku! There are ships on the sea—a lot of them! They're closing in on Headquarters fast!"
"What?"
Sengoku sent a pirate flying with one palm strike, then hurriedly turned around, his eyes widening in shock.
It couldn't be...
The more Sengoku thought about it, the less he dared to finish the thought. The fierce fighting had almost made him forget Dragon and the Revolutionary Army.
Sengoku hurried up a rise and looked out to sea. He froze. A black mass stretched across the water like a giant dragon. Nearly a hundred Revolutionary Army warships had appeared, their decks crowded as they cut through the waves toward Bay Head.
"Wind?"
Sengoku grew more alarmed. There was a breeze on land, but it was weak. Yet the warships' sails snapped in a powerful wind, and waves were rising around them. The wind was strong at sea but not here in the Headquarters plaza—as though a gale had sprung up over the water alone. Only Dragon could do that!
"The Revolutionary Army? This is bad!"
Sengoku clenched his fists. War Wolf and everyone guarding Bay Head had entered the plaza earlier, leaving almost no one to defend it. The Revolutionary