4 Destroy 23 Ships In One Blow

Tatata!

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed as Whitebeard, accompanied by a group of captains, held a telescope, scanning the distant sea.

"Goo la la la~"

"These Marines don't seem to be hiding anything!" Whitebeard chuckled. The twenty-three Marine warships, despite being reconnaissance vessels, didn't appear to be concealing their presence and were easily spotted through binoculars.

"With your strength, old man, even if the Marines wanted to hide, they couldn't!" Marco offered some flattery.

"Very well, steer the Moby Dick closer to those warships!"

Whitebeard issued his orders with solemnity.

"Yes, Father!" The captains responded enthusiastically and promptly returned to their respective ships. The ships turned their bows and set a course toward the approaching warships.

...….

On the twenty-three Marine warships, confusion reigned. Ever since the announcement of Ace's impending execution by Naval Headquarters, they had been closely monitoring the movements of the Whitebeard Pirate Group.

However, they couldn't quite make sense of Whitebeard's recent behavior. For the past two days, all the forces under the Whitebeard Pirate Group had gathered around a small island, showing no signs of attempting to rescue Ace.

This left the Marines puzzled, wondering what Whitebeard was up to.

"Colonel Oliver, the Whitebeard Pirates are on the move, and they're headed our way!"

A sailor rushed over with the news.

"What?" Oliver, the head colonel responsible for monitoring the Whitebeard Pirate Group, was taken aback. He quickly grabbed a pair of binoculars and trained them on the direction of the island.

Upon closer inspection, his eyes widened in astonishment.

The Whitebeard Pirates, who had been relatively still, were suddenly turning around and appeared to be making significant maneuvers.

"Captain, what should we do now?"

The Marine sailor couldn't help but ask.

"Turn the rudder and retreat immediately. Avoid any confrontation with the Whitebeard Pirates!"

Oliver issued the order.

Before arriving, he had received explicit instructions from Sengoku: the twenty-three warships were to monitor the Whitebeard Pirates but avoid direct conflict at all costs.

Should a conflict arise, these twenty-three warships stood no chance of victory.

Now, with the Whitebeard Pirate Group making such a formidable move, Oliver had no intention of waiting around.

"Yes!"

The Marines saluted and quickly executed the order. The warships turned and began to retreat.

The Whitebeard Pirates aboard the Moby Dick noticed this development.

"Father, the Marine warships are retreating!"

Marco reported promptly.

"Goo la la la~"

"It seems these Marines aren't complete fools!"

Whitebeard chuckled, and then his eyes took on a fierce gleam.

"Full speed ahead, catch up to those Marine warships!"

"Yes!"

Marco nodded and relayed the command.

In response, the Whitebeard Pirates accelerated their pursuit. The gap between the two sides gradually closed, and what was once just a speck on the horizon through a telescope was now visible to the naked eye.

"Sengoku, my old friend, before the battle begins, allow me to present you with a grand gift!"

"Goo la la la~"

Whitebeard gazed at the distant black speck on the sea, laughing heartily.

Then, to the admiration of his entire crew, he ascended to the bow of the Moby Dick.

As he reached the very top of the bow, his aura surged, and his outstretched arms seemed to encompass the world.

"Charge!"

With a resounding shout, both fists descended in unison.

The very air cracked as the colossal punch landed, unleashing a fearsome shockwave that rippled outward, causing the surrounding sea to tremble.

Boom!

A deafening roar reverberated, shaking the very core of the ocean.

Dark blue waters churned, giving birth to monstrous waves that surged towards the Marine warship like a stampede of a thousand stallions charging into battle.

The sailors aboard the Marine vessel paled at the sight of these formidable waves, their eyes reflecting a profound sense of despair.

"Why in the world are there such colossal waves in this otherwise calm sea?"

"It's all over for us; there's no way out!"

"This can only be the doing of the Whitebeard Pirates!"

The Marines watched in terror.

"Whitebeard possesses the Shock Fruit ability, and the tales say he can summon these massive waves. Is this the strength of the world's mightiest man?"

Colonel Oliver's eyes brimmed with hopelessness.

Confronted by such an overwhelmingly powerful force, resistance seemed futile.

Boom!

With yet another earth-shattering roar, the colossal wave crashed headlong into the warship.

As the sea churned and raged, the shattered ship gradually succumbed to its fate, sinking into the depths with the sound of bubbling water.

One strike was all it took.

Whitebeard had annihilated all 23 Marine warships in a single fell swoop!

"Incredible!"

"Pops obliterated all those Marine warships with one strike!"

"Who on earth can challenge Pops?"

The Whitebeard Pirates' crew members were left in awe, gazing at Whitebeard on the Mobile Dick with profound admiration.

In that moment, Whitebeard appeared nothing short of godlike in their eyes.

"That's the strength of the old man!"

Marco couldn't help but beam with pride.

In his eyes, there might be individuals capable of destroying 23 ships instantaneously, but none could do it with the same ease as his own father.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"That's why Dad is hailed as the world's strongest!"

Joz's hearty laughter rang out.

The other captains nearby nodded in appreciative agreement.

After witnessing the astonishment on the faces of their new crew members, who were witnessing Whitebeard's power for the first time, they couldn't help but join in the merriment.

"Pick your jaws up from the floor!"

"This is just a glimpse; my old man's strength goes far beyond!"

Hearing these words, the new crew members regarded Whitebeard with an awe that knew no bounds.

In that moment, everyone grasped the truth.

With such an indomitable father leading them, even if the Marines pooled their might, they stood no chance against the Whitebeard Pirates.

Under the enthusiastic gazes of all present, Whitebeard slowly withdrew his arms.

Then, with a resolute grip, he seized his colossal blade and struck it resoundingly against the ship's deck.

He turned his head slightly, casting a piercing gaze that sent shivers down the spines of those who met his eyes, and let out a deep, resonant laughter that reverberated throughout the vessel.

"Goo la la la~"

"My sons, let us set our plan in motion and reveal to the world the destiny that awaits the Whitebeard Pirates!"

"YEAH!!!"

The crew erupted in jubilant cheers.

As the surging waves continued their dance, the mammoth ships gradually descended into the fathomless depths of the sea.

Their destination: Marineford and Impel Down!