Whitebeard stood at the bow of the Moby Dick.
He watched the figure weaving calmly between two Admirals and remained silent for a long time.
Then he let out a deep, booming laugh.
"Gurararara!!"
"What a monster."
"I've lived all these years. I've seen that madman Rocks, that wild man Roger, that brute Golden Lion..."
His laughter paused for a moment, his gaze settling on Wangchuan.
It held pure, undisguised admiration.
"But none of them could do what this brat is doing."
"Toying with two Admirals."
"Even Rocks at his peak never had this kind of composure."
He paused, then added another remark.
"Just where... did this brat come from?"
"Could he really be a demon, just as he said?"
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.
Marco had been watching that stretch of battlefield for a long time.
Wangchuan had tied down two Admirals.
He withdrew his gaze.
Then he moved.
Blue flames surged from his shoulders, instantly enveloping his entire body and forming a pair of enormous flaming wings.
With a beat of his wings, he rose from the ground, swept over the battlefield at tremendous speed, and charged straight toward the Execution Platform.
"Ace!"
"I'm coming!"
Ace abruptly raised his head on the Execution Platform. His pupils contracted slightly when he saw that blue figure rapidly approaching him.
"Marco?! Don't come! It's too dangerous!"
Marco did not stop.
His speed reached its limit in that instant.
The blue flames left a long trail behind him, like a burning meteor streaking across the sky over Marineford.
Below the Execution Platform, Marine officers and soldiers looked up one after another.
"It's Marco, commander of the Whitebeard Pirates' First Division!"
"He's trying to free the prisoner!"
"Stop him!"
But Marco was too fast. The ordinary soldiers had no time