With the youth division's main tournament over, the long-awaited main tournament of the powerhouse division had finally arrived.
Even the earlier clashes between Elite Vice Admirals had been so spectacular. The clashes between Admiral Candidates in the main tournament would surely be even more thrilling.
Marco, Katakuri, Abel, Shayna, and many Pirates of the Oran Empire with considerable reputations at sea would all be taking part.
In fact, in the past, every one of them would have counted as a great Pirate whose name resounded across a region.
After all, when the Rocks era had just ended, although the ten super Pirate crews held a certain advantage, the crews formed by those senior officers at the Admiral Candidate level could not be underestimated either.
Quite a few Pirate crews had little fear of facing the ten super Pirate crews.
That had also been the most chaotic, most vibrant period on the seas, nothing like the present, when numerous top powers held the seas in check.
Great Pirates who had once dominated entire regions now amounted to little more than super soldiers. After all, several super armies really did use Admiral Candidates and even Admiral-level fighters as soldiers.
At this thought, Lind and the others could not help marveling at how quickly the times had changed, feeling a sense of disillusionment. Who could have imagined that combat power would inflate so quickly?
Even the ten super Pirate crews of the past combined might not have been a match for a single one of today's top powers.
A mere ten Admiral-level fighters? They might well witness more than ten people break through to that level at this martial arts tournament alone!
If this were the world of a fanfiction novel, then its author had most likely gotten carried away and lost control