Pursuit and Fierce Battle

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

The Marshal's Office.

Sengoku sat behind the broad desk, draped in the cloak of justice. His brows were tightly knit, and his knuckles tapped against the desktop in a steady rhythm, producing a dull thudding sound.

Across from him, Garp sat with his legs crossed, casually picking his nose as though none of this had anything to do with him.

"Garp, do you still have time to wander around here? Do you know what's been happening at sea lately?"

Sengoku finally couldn't hold back any longer. His voice was low.

"What's there to know? Just a bunch of brats making a fuss." Garp waved his hand dismissively.

"By the way, Sengoku, do you have any tasty senbei lately? I've finished all the ones I had."

"You bastard!" Sengoku roared. "The Whitebeard Pirates have produced an extraordinary newcomer!"

"Oh? Is he stronger than my grandson Ace?" Garp finally showed a little interest, though he remained unconcerned. "What's there to fear from some little brat?"

"Hmph, don't underestimate him." Sengoku snorted coldly.

"That kid's name is Lin Feng. Whitebeard just appointed him captain of the 17th Division, and his strength is unfathomable."

"A brat can become a division captain? That old fool Whitebeard is really getting worse with age."

Garp curled his lips in disdain.

"Don't forget how much trouble your precious grandson Ace has caused the Marines," Sengoku retorted.

"This Lin Feng is probably even more troublesome than Ace."

At that, Garp laughed awkwardly and scratched his head. "So what? It's not like he can turn the world upside down, right?"

"He's already set out to sea." Sengoku's voice turned solemn. "And I suspect he's connected to the 'D' clan."

"What?!" Garp abruptly sat up straight. The smile vanished from his face. "Are you sure?"

"It's only a guess," Sengoku said. "However, I've already sent Onigumo after him."

"Onigumo? Is that kid up to the task?" Garp furrowed his brows, seemingly worried.

"Don't worry. Onigumo's strength is quite good," Sengoku said. "Besides, I gave him special instructions. If necessary, he may resort to extreme measures."

"I hope so." Garp sighed, a complicated emotion flashing through his eyes.

The first half of the Grand Line.

The Gale rode the wind and broke through the waves, speeding forward.

Lin Feng stood at the bow, enjoying the sea breeze as it brushed against him. His mood was exceptionally relaxed.

Lilith, wait for me. I'll definitely make you my companion! Lin Feng said inwardly.

Suddenly, a warship appeared on the distant sea, rapidly closing in on the Gale.

The Marine flag fluttered above the warship, and its deck was packed with fully armed Marine soldiers.

"Hm? Marines?" Lin Feng frowned. He sensed a powerful hostility.

Could they be coming for me? Lin Feng wondered.

The warship drew closer and closer. On its deck, a tall Marine officer with eight arms stared coldly at Lin Feng.

"So that's Onigumo?" Lin Feng narrowed his eyes as he recognized the man.

"Lin Feng, captain of the Whitebeard Pirates' 17th Division!" Onigumo's voice boomed like muffled thunder.

"I'm Vice Admiral Onigumo of Marine Headquarters! By order of the Marshal, I've come to arrest you!"

"Arrest me?" Lin Feng sneered. "You?"

"Arrogant brat!" Onigumo roared.

"You think defeating a few trash pirates means you can look down on everyone? Today, I'll show you the might of Marine Headquarters!"

Before his voice had even faded, Onigumo's figure flashed and vanished from where he stood.

The next moment, he appeared before Lin Feng, his eight arms slashing toward him like eight sharp blades.

"Soru!"

Lin Feng's figure blurred, and he narrowly dodged Onigumo's attack.

"Sun Breathing: Full Concentration: Constant!"

Lin Feng gave a low shout. The air around his body began to distort, and an invisible wave of force spread outward from him in all directions.

"Sun Breathing: Second Form: Clear Blue Sky!"

Lin Feng drew Frost Gale. A fierce blade flash swept out, carrying boundless sharpness as it slashed toward Onigumo.

"Armament Haki: Hardening!"

All eight of Onigumo's arms hardened at once, turning pitch-black as they blocked Lin Feng's attack.

"Clang!"

The blade collided with his arms, ringing out with a tremendous metallic crash.

"Not bad strength." Lin Feng smiled faintly. "But it's still not enough!"

"Sun Breathing, Fourth Form: Fake Rainbow!"

Lin Feng's figure vanished in an instant. The next moment, he appeared behind Onigumo.

"One Sword Style: Iai Slash!"

An even fiercer blade flash swept out toward Onigumo's back.

"Life Return: Spider Web!"

Countless strands of web suddenly sprouted from Onigumo's body, forming a massive spiderweb behind him that blocked Lin Feng's attack.

"Useless!" Lin Feng shouted. "Sun Breathing, Fifth Form: Fire Wheel!"

Lin Feng's body spun at high speed like a gigantic locomotive, crashing into Onigumo.

"Bang!"

The spiderweb shattered instantly, and Onigumo was sent flying before crashing heavily onto the deck.

"Urgh!"

Onigumo spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.

"Damn brat!" Onigumo roared. "You've completely enraged me!"

"Life Return: Eight-Sword Style!"

Onigumo's hair transformed into eight arms, which began sweeping about frenziedly. Eight sharp blades slashed toward Lin Feng.

"Sun Breathing: Eighth Form: Raging Sun Red Mirror!"

Lin Feng wielded Frost Gale as crimson blade flashes swept through the air, repeatedly colliding with Onigumo's eight arms.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sounds of metal striking metal rang out without end, sparks flying in all directions.

The battle between the two grew fiercer and fiercer. Blade marks and webs covered the deck.

How can this brat be so strong?! Onigumo was utterly shocked. His strength has already surpassed that of an ordinary vice admiral!

I have to end this quickly! Onigumo thought. Otherwise, I might actually lose to him!

"Men! Get him!" Onigumo suddenly bellowed.

At Onigumo's command, the Marine soldiers on the deck charged toward Lin Feng.

"A bunch of trash, and you dare come here to die?" Lin Feng sneered. He had no time to waste on these worthless soldiers.

"Conqueror's Haki!"

Lin Feng shouted, and an invisible wave of kingly haki spread outward from him in all directions.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The Marine soldiers charging forward rolled their eyes back one after another and collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

"What?!" Onigumo was horrified. "You possess Conqueror's Haki?!"

"An emperor's potential found in one among a million—and you actually possess such power? Damn it!" Onigumo said incredulously.

"Now you're afraid?" Lin Feng smiled faintly. "Unfortunately, it's already too late!"

"Onigumo, your time to die has come!" A cold glint flashed through Lin Feng's eyes.

I remember that during the Paramount War, you ambushed Marco! Lin Feng thought. Today, I'll send you on your way first!

"Sun Breathing Form Sun!"

Lin Feng leaped high into the air. Frost Gale in his hand shone with dazzling brilliance as it pierced toward Onigumo like the sun.

"Damn brat, don't get too cocky!" Onigumo roared. All eight arms hardened at once and crossed before him.

"Bang!"

Frost Gale stabbed into Onigumo's arms with a thunderous crash.

"Urgh!"

Onigumo spat out another mouthful of blood, his body flying backward.

"It's over!" Lin Feng said coldly.

"Sun Breathing: Ninth Form: Glorious Radiance!"

Lin Feng's figure vanished in an instant. The next moment, he appeared behind Onigumo and brought his blade down.

"Slash!"

Blood sprayed through the air, and Onigumo's body was cut in two.

Ding! Killed Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral Onigumo. Obtained 50,000 Slash Points!

The system notification rang out in Lin Feng's mind.

"Fifty thousand Slash Points. Not a bad haul." Lin Feng smiled faintly and sheathed his blade.

Lin Feng turned around and looked at the Marine soldiers who were still unconscious, shaking his head.

"Forget it. I'll spare your lives." Lin Feng said.

Lin Feng leaped back onto the Gale, raised the sails, and continued sailing deeper into the Grand Line.

"Onigumo, this is only the beginning." Lin Feng stood at the bow, gazing into the distance.

The sea wind howled around him, whipping at Lin Feng's clothes as his gaze grew even more resolute.