Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the second day arrived. Though spring mornings were refreshingly cool, everyone's hearts were heavy.
Because today, the Whitebeard Pirates and the Marines would engage in a decisive battle.
Last night, to prevent the citizens from being caught up in the coming battle, Neptune had relocated everyone living near Fish-Man Plaza, creating an enormous battlefield.
Yesterday's battle had already left Fish-Man Plaza, which could hold hundreds of thousands of people, utterly devastated. Aside from the raised platform at the center of the plaza, cracks of every size covered the ground everywhere else.
When Ryan arrived at the battlefield with the entire Blood Sword Pirates crew, along with Hawkeye and the others, the Whitebeard Pirates and the Marines had long since arrived.
"They're here!"
"Mhm." Ryan nodded politely.
There was no needless talk before today's battle. With a sweep of Sengoku's hand, Namur, captain of the Whitebeard Pirates' Eighth Division, was brought out and tied to the great bell atop the platform.
No words were needed. Namur had now clearly become a bargaining chip the Marines were using to draw in the Whitebeard Pirates.
On the Whitebeard Pirates' side, Whitebeard stood at the very front, with Marco and a miserable-looking Teach standing at his sides.
Seeing this, Ryan led the Blood Sword Pirates one step forward as well.
What a terrifying presence! This thought surfaced in the minds of countless Marines.
Even from several hundred meters away, the Marines could feel an overwhelming pressure bearing down on them. They had all witnessed Whitebeard's unmatched strength yesterday.
"That is?" Sengoku frowned slightly as he looked at Teach.
He had never heard of this man before, yet being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Marco meant he was clearly no minor figure.
But