Silvery-white light raced along the keel, and the entire deck of the Fearless gave a low metallic hum.
Violent energy surged toward the bow through the Seastone Pipeline, coating the pitch-black hull in dazzling silver radiance.
"Pluton Core charging progress: thirty percent, fifty, seventy!"
Olsen stood before the control console, frantically recording data, his excited voice ringing throughout the ship through the copper speaking tubes.
Like a steel beast tearing through the night, the Fearless smashed through the rolling white waves and charged straight into the shallow waters of No. 7 Resource Island's inner bay.
On the sea, fifty large armed warships belonging to the Cross Guild spread out in a dense formation, barring the harbor like a wall of steel.
The tens of thousands of remaining pirates barely recovered from the shock of that burst of Conqueror's Haki and clutched their weapons in terror.
"He's coming! He really charged in all alone!"
"You've got to be kidding! What kind of monster is that ship? It was sailing several times faster than a Sea King!"
"Calm down! We have fifty fully crewed warships and tens of thousands of elite pirates! Are we supposed to be afraid of his one ship?"
The pirate leaders roared frantically on their decks, trying to dispel the surging chill in their hearts with their shouting.
The Cross Guild's allied fleet faced the solitary Fearless across the water, the disparity in their numbers like a pack of wolves surrounding a lone tiger.
On the flagship's deck, Crocodile clenched his cigar between his teeth, his sinister gaze fixed on the Fearless's black armor.
Those energy fluctuations are anything but ordinary. A warship alone couldn't possibly give off pressure on the level of an ancient weapon!
Crocodile's doubts and alarm deepened, but the murderous look on his face