Phoenix, Marco

Moby Dick.

Marco walked with a stern expression through the companions who were drinking and making a ruckus near the deck railing, and came to the center of the deck.

Looking at the towering figure drinking heartily, he said, "Old Man, it's bad. We just received an emergency distress call from the Witch, and Big Sister Whitey Bay is in mortal danger!"

"Bang!"

"Who is it? To actually dare to touch my people?"

The people drinking and making a ruckus around them changed expression, one after another pricking up their ears.

"It's the Marines!"

Whitey wiped away the wine stain from the corner of his mouth with a sweep of his hand, and frowning, he said, "The Marines actually dare to make a move against my people? Who is it? Akainu or Aokiji?"

"Neither, it's a Marine Major named Carl. Single-handedly, one person defeated Big Sister Whitey Bay's Witch Pirates, and even Big Sister Whitey Bay was not his match."

Hearing that it was a Marine Major, a trace of chilliness flashed across Whitey's eyes: "Gurarara~ A mere Marine Major dares to touch my people, truly seeking death!"

"Marco, do you know the location?"

Marco nodded: "Of course, Big Sister Whitey Bay is not too far from us. I can rush over in about half an hour!"

Whitey downed a large bowl of wine in gulps, then said, "You go support Whitey Bay immediately, and make sure Whitey Bay comes back alive."

"As for that major, just finish him off directly! The Whitey Pirates are not someone any small fry can step on!"

"Go for it, Marco! Teach those damned Marines a good lesson!"

"Captain Marco, make it a quick round trip! It just so happens I haven't seen that Whitey Bay in a long time! Bring her along to drink!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

Looking at this heartwarming scene, Whitey could not help letting out a gurarara laugh. Wasn't this precisely what he pursued his entire life?

Precisely because of this, anyone who dared to harm his family had to pay a heavy price!

Marco smiled and nodded. A mere Marine Major—even if he could suppress Whitey Bay, it was nothing to speak of. After all, he was Phoenix Marco!

He immediately spread his wings, transformed into a Phoenix, and flew up into the sky.

Witch.

"No!"

Pinned firmly to the deck, Whitey Bay let out a mournful cry of grief and anger, full of reluctance.

Carl did not strike at her, but right before her eyes, he killed her subordinates one by one. In the blink of an eye, the deck was littered with corpses.

As for those pirates who had lost their backbone, they scattered in all directions, playing a game of cat and mouse with Carl.

It was just a pity that in front of Carl, who mastered Observation Haki, they had nowhere to hide.

"Swish—"

Another pirate fell, and Carl slowly withdrew Karasu. The white Marine uniform on his body was already dyed red with blood.

"Now there's only you left!"

"You demon! You will definitely pay the price!"

Carl squatted down beside Whitey Bay, patted her face contemptuously: "A demon? That's right, to scum like you lot, I am indeed a demon!"

"You're very lucky to have Whitey's protection..."

"Buru buru buru—"

Carl picked up and answered the "lewd" Den Den Mushi wearing sunglasses, and spoke: "Moshi moshi?"

"Ooh~ You actually answered the call! Truly terrifying! Old man thought you were already dead!"

Carl:...

Just how little confidence do you have in me! This Whitey Bay is at the level of one kick per person in front of you; if she could beat me to death, she'd be awesome!

"You should say that sentence to the people of the Witch Pirates."

"This is going to be troublesome. If old man remembers correctly, that Ice Witch should be one of Whitey's veteran crew members, right!"

Lowering his head to look at Whitey Bay, whose eyes were filled with venom, Carl sneered and said, "Rest assured, she's still alive. It's just that everyone else was killed by me."

"You brat, you really are ruthless! Alright, since she's not dead, don't touch her either. Old man is coming right now."

Having said that, Kizaru hung up the phone. Carl also put away the Den Den Mushi, feeling somewhat helpless in his heart.

He was still too weak in strength! This world was a world of the strong, where everything spoke through strength.

Precisely because Whitey's strength was formidable, it made the Marines wary, unwilling to bear huge risks to wage an all-out war against him.

This also led to the predicament Carl was facing now: even though he could casually snuff Whitey Bay out of existence, he had to spare her life, otherwise he would summon Whitey's wrath and implicate other Marine comrades.

"Consider yourself lucky!"

Carl couldn't be bothered to deal with the immobile Whitey Bay. He leaned casually against the railing, pulled a cigar out from his chest pocket, lit it, and began to puff smoke, quietly waiting for Kizaru's arrival.

In the sky, Marco was also getting closer and closer to the Witch.

"That's... That's right, Big Sister Whitey Bay's ship. How could..."

Marco lowered his altitude, and upon seeing the scattered pirate corpses all over the ship, he felt a wave of inexplicable anger in his heart. Was this really the handiwork of the Marines?

Yet when he saw Carl by the railing puffing smoke in a blood-red Marine uniform, he roared directly: "Go to hell, Marine!"

Carl's gaze congealed, and he blasted backward away from the railing. The next second, a bird-man enveloped in cyan flames crashed into the railing.

"Boom—"

"Marco! Is that you? Please save me!"

Marco hurriedly raised his head, only then noticing Whitey Bay pinned tightly to the deck by swords and blades. Previously, he had thought this was just a corpse.

"Big Sister Whitey Bay! Damn it! How dare you do this!"

Marco looked angrily at the calm-faced Carl on the side. Carl shrugged: "I'm a Marine, is there a problem?"

"Humph! Very well, since that's the case, prepare to meet your death!"

In his beast form, Marco flapped his wings and flew up into the sky, flying higher and higher until he turned into a tiny black dot in Carl's vision and finally disappeared completely.

Yet Carl did not dare to let his guard down in the slightest. With Observation Haki fully opened, he watched the sky cautiously.

A whistling sound came from above. Carl slammed his left foot hard against the deck, utilizing Shave to instantly leave his spot.

The next second, Marco kicked fiercely toward the place where Carl had previously stood.

"Observation Haki? No wonder you were able to defeat Big Sister Whitey Bay..."

Marco put away a bit of his contempt, reverted to his human form, and threw a punch at Carl.

The speed was extremely fast, almost impossible to dodge. Carl had no choice but to bring his arms together in front of him, utilizing Armament Haki hardening to block Marco's fist.

"Armament Haki! I didn't expect a mere Marine Major to be able to master Two-Color Haki simultaneously! You really do have some tricks up your sleeve!"

"Hahaha, overly praised, I just awakened it not long ago!"

Marco's expression changed: "Don't flatter yourself! I wasn't praising you at all!"

Following that, Marco began to launch a storm-like onslaught toward Carl, putting Carl in a miserable plight.

Marco's strength was far superior to Whitey Bay's. At least in terms of physical constitution, he far exceeded Carl, let alone his mastery of Haki.

Carl could barely sustain himself by relying on the healing effects provided by Holy Light.

"Boom—"

Marco kicked Carl flying, and the latter crashed hard into the mast pillar, almost snapping it in half.

"Brat! Weren't you very arrogant just now?"