Watching the Marines, who had already begun to collapse completely, Dragon was somewhat surprised in one corner of the battlefield. He had not expected the tide of battle to change so dramatically. Having dodged Garp's furious Iron Fist strike, Dragon looked at his father, who was also glancing around with an ugly expression, and said,
"Old man, it looks like there's no need for us to keep fighting!"
"Why did it turn out like this?!"
Even Garp found it hard to understand at this moment.
Who could have imagined that in this battle between the Sky Pirate Crew and the Marines, which had lasted so long, the Marines would be the first to crumble?
No matter how one looked at it, the Marines had held an absolute advantage in this war.
The Sky Pirate Crew could only gain temporary advantages through strange and unusual methods.
Yet the Marines were the ones who collapsed first in the end!
Could the will of the battle-hardened Marines really be inferior to that of these scattered pirates?
As if he knew what Garp was thinking, Dragon looked over the entire battlefield, his heart filled with hope as he said,
"Old man, do you see it? This is what I meant when I said this world is already terminally ill. This sickness has not only seeped into the world itself, but into every person's heart as well—whether Cipher Pol or the Marines. During those years when I followed your wishes and joined the Marines, I saw it clearly. They carry the so-called word 'justice,' yet not a single Marine can clearly explain what that justice truly is. It isn't that they don't know; it's that they understand perfectly well that as long as the Celestial Dragons and the World Government stand above them, their 'justice'