The Defeated Crocodile

"Gulalala, this crocodile kid is pretty strong, huh?" Whitebeard grinned, swinging his weapon, the Murakumo, as he walked over.

"Clear the way for me, you kids. You don't usually work hard to train, but now you're in trouble!" Whitebeard motioned for his sons, who were about to fight Crocodile, to step back.

"Dad!"

"Darn it, Dad; give us some time, and we can definitely take down this crocodile bastard!"

"Yeah, it's just relying on his natural abilities!" Although they said that, they still obediently stepped back. After all, they knew how terrifying their old man's abilities were.

With a serious expression, Crocodile stared at Whitebeard, who was tall and imposing, exuding a mighty aura.

"Whitebeard, are you ready to lose your head to me?"

"Gulalala, crocodile kid, you're still too green!" Whitebeard burst into laughter, completely disregarding his words.

"Hmph! Try it and you'll see!"

"Sunaarashi!" Crocodile growled lowly, conjuring a massive sandstorm tornado and hurling it at Whitebeard.

"Gulalala!" Whitebeard raised the Zekkai in his hand.

"An attack like this wouldn't even tickle me!"

"Boom!" The Zekkai imbued with vibration power, struck the front of the sandstorm tornado. 

The terrifying vibrations instantly shattered the space, and upon contact, the sandstorm tornado was torn apart and dissipated.

"Desert Gorilla Treasure Blade!" Crocodile's face turned grim as he directly condensed two sharp blades made of sand formed from his arms and swung them down at Whitebeard.

Whitebeard showed no signs of panic in the face of Crocodile's attack. He tightly gripped the Zekkai, which spun vigorously a few times.

When Crocodile's attack arrived, Whitebeard swung the Zekkai with great force towards Crocodile.

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

"Ah!" The Zekkai, infused with powerful Armament Haki and vibration, shattered Crocodile's attack quickly, then sliced into Crocodile's chest. Red blood splattered everywhere.

Crocodile only managed to utter a miserable scream before Whitebeard grabbed his head and slammed it viciously onto the ship's deck beneath his feet.

"Boom!" A massive explosion resounded throughout the Moby Dick. The terrifying vibration power shattered the ship's deck.

Perhaps out of concern for his ship, Whitebeard instantly restrained his power before it spread further. He then casually tossed Crocodile aside, covered in blood and in a sorry state.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, Crocodile crashed into the ship's cabin, completely losing consciousness.

Having effortlessly dealt with Crocodile, Whitebeard clapped his hands and calmly walked towards Locke.

"Gulalala, they're still too young."

"Sachi, take some men and bind that crocodile brat. Also, give him some medical attention."

"Yes, Dad." Upon hearing his father's orders, Sachi happily stood up and walked towards Crocodile with Sea-Prism Stone handcuffs and a few subordinates.

"Heh, Whitebeard, that guy hasn't completely lost consciousness yet."

"Hoarc, hoarc, hoarc, hehehe, a bunch of idiots. I haven't completely lost yet!" Crocodile, panting heavily, taunted Sachi intermittently.

"Damn it! I'm going to finish you off!" With that, Sachi raised two cleavers and charged at Crocodile in anger.

"Heh! Full of openings!" Crocodile, looking at the enraged Sachi, mocked him disdainfully. Then he placed both hands on the deck.

"Desert Greatsword!"

"Ugh!"

"Block!" A sand blade instantly flew out from the deck, slashing toward Sachi. At the last moment, Sachi's intuition saved him. 

He tightly blocked Crocodile's Desert Greatsword with his two cleavers. However, the overwhelming force still sent him flying.

With a single strike, Sachi was sent flying, and Crocodile's entire body turned into sand, dispersing into the sky above the Moby Dick before quickly flying in a specific direction.

Whitebeard didn't stop Crocodile from escaping. He watched him silently. I've been protecting these guys a bit too well.

Thinking of something, Whitebeard sighed with sentimentality as he looked at his sons on the ship.

"Heh, isn't that normal?" Hearing Whitebeard's words, Locke chuckled and teased.

"Anyone with such a powerful old man like you would want to take it easy."

"Besides, don't you spoil your own kids as well?" With that, Locke didn't say much more, raising his cup and taking a big sip of his drink. Whitebeard sat down cross-legged in silence.

He knew that Locke was right. He had indeed spoiled his kids too much, to the point where he couldn't bear to see any of his beloved sons suffer serious injuries. But thinking of his sons, Whitebeard couldn't help but feel extremely happy.

"Gulalala, it doesn't matter. My sons, no one can bully them. If anyone dares to harm my sons, they'll have to face my Whitebeard's wrath!"

In those words, there was immense confidence in his strength. But, indeed, no one could genuinely defeat Whitebeard on this vast sea. Locke smiled and didn't say much more.

Everyone had their thoughts, and a few words from others couldn't completely change one's perspective and stance.

Locke and Whitebeard didn't discuss their sons any further. They enjoyed their drinks, and the entire Whitebeard Pirates fell into a joyful feast.

Somewhere on the Moby Dick's deck, after Crocodile was defeated and retreated, Marco sat alone in a corner, drinking silently.

"Ah, didn't expect even the Phoenix of the Marines, Marco, to show such a frustrated expression."

Kuzan, with a playful smile, took a bottle of wine and sat down beside him, teasing.

"Stop with the sarcastic comments, Kuzan. Careful, or I'll send you flying!" Marco gave Kuzan an annoyed look and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

"Haha, you'll need the strength for that first." Smirking, Kuzan opened the bottle and started drinking.

"Annoying guy. By the way, you're a Marine. You've been on this pirate ship for a whole day, drinking all day long. Aren't you afraid the Marines will find out and think you've turned traitor?" Marco looked at Kuzan with annoyance and asked directly.

"Well, who cares about that? I'm on vacation right now."

"Such a willful guy. Come on, tonight, let's drink until we can't stand!"

"Ah, that's going to be a headache."

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