A massive pirate ship shaped like a whale drew steadily closer in the distance.
Its fluttering flag bore the unmistakable white crescent mustache.
The Whitebeard Pirates had arrived.
"Gurarara! Long time no see, Shiki."
The moment he stepped ashore, Whitebeard laughed, Young Saber in hand, his gaze settling on the Pluton Pirates.
Both the Pluton Pirates and the Flying Pirates put immense pressure on the members of the Whitebeard Pirates.
The gap was plain to see, enough to leave them feeling defeated.
No other pirate crew had as many powerful fighters, as many monsters, as the Flying Pirates and the Pluton Pirates.
Only crews like these had the strength to rule the seas. Even if several top pirate crews attacked them at once, they would not be at a disadvantage.
They could even go head-to-head with Marine Headquarters.
And in the New World, the force closest to the Flying Pirates was the Monster Legion, led by Typhon, the "King of Monsters."
Yet Typhon was still a young man, Charlotte Linlin's child.
Even setting aside the fact that Typhon's combat strength already placed him among the sea's foremost fighters,
it was hard to believe he was only twenty-six.
The "Ant King" Meruem, Ulquiorra, Carnage Kabuto.
And the Liger Mammoth, that colossal beast.
Beyond them, the Monster Legion had countless other powerful fighters. Famous figures like Mosquito Girl and the "Leopard King" had arisen through the mutation of humans or monsters.
And according to the intelligence gathered from Monster Paradise, the Monster Legion was even more terrifying than that.
"With pressure like this, why am I getting excited?"
In a distant corner, Marshall D. Teach watched the scene. He felt the pressure keenly, yet a smile spread across his face.
"If it's you, you can do it, Teach."
Beside him, Lubbock offered