Boom—
Zzzap!!
At the rear of Marineford, a powerful Conqueror's Haki raged in the surrounding area, black and red lightning flashing continuously, exuding a terrifying aura.
At a certain mont, this powerful Conqueror's Haki suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings slowly returned to calm.
Kyle frowned slightly and murmured softly.
"Still can't do it?"
Half a month had already passed since he returned from Mary Geoise. During these two weeks, Kyle had spent almost every day diligently trying to reproduce that burst of Conqueror's Haki he had unleashed at Mary Geoise that day.
But the results were unsatisfactory.
No matter how hard he tried, no matter how he attempted it, he could no longer unleash Conqueror's Haki as powerful as that day's.
"Just what is the problem?"
"Could it be that the pressure isn't enough?"
That day, he had suddenly burst out with that level of Conqueror's Haki because he was pressured by the Five Elders' Conqueror's Haki. Could it be that he needed to go find those five old geezers and try again?
Kyle thought it probably wouldn't work.
"Forget it. Since I was the one who unleashed it myself, once my strength grows in the future, I'll naturally be able to use it!"
"No need to rush it!"
Kyle shook his head, giving up on the idea of continuing to reproduce that Conqueror's Haki.
To be honest, with the 'help' of those five old geezers, his current Conqueror's Haki was a grade stronger than before; that was already an unexpected blessing.
"Ti to go find that guy Hawkeye for so practice. It just so happens I haven't touched a sword in a while."
Before his words faded, Kyle's form transford into purple lightning and instantly vanished from the spot…
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Ti flew like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, three years had passed.
In a certain sea area of the New World, a sleekly designed Marine battleship was docked at the edge of an island.
This Marine battleship was vastly different from the Marine battleships of a few years prior. Firstly, its size was much larger, and secondly, almost every part of the battleship was covered in weaponry.
Many places on the ship were reinforced with steel, making it look like a steel behemoth.
There were so Marines on this battleship, but not many.
Because the majority of the Marines were currently all on the island.
Shifting focus to a certain place on the island, the sounds of battle cries filled the air.
A large contingent of Marines was seen engaged in a fierce battle with countless pirates. Calling it fierce wasn't entirely accurate, as the strength of these Marines was clearly much greater than that of the pirates.
It was just that the number of pirates was several tis greater, or even more. With the advantage of numbers, it only seed intense.
As ti passed, pirates fell one after another, and the morale of the remaining pirates grew increasingly low.
"Damn it!! Why did we have to run into the Marines' Canglan Fleet?"
"How could we possibly be a match for the Marines' strongest fleet?!"
A pirate spoke with an extrely ugly expression, a hint of despair in his voice.
The Canglan Fleet was established by the Marines three years ago, but it only began to make a na for itself around one year ago.
A year ago, many new Marine steel battleships appeared throughout the Grand Line and the New World.
Initially, many pirates didn't pay much attention when they saw these battleships, but the overwhelming firepower of these ships subsequently made them pay a terrible price for their earlier disregard.
With just a single cannon shot, their pirate ship would be reduced to splinters.
The power of the shells was incomparably greater than that of the Marine battleships they had encountered before.
Moreover, the battleships were equipped with not just cannons; they had giant iron harpoons, large capture nets, and just about every type of weapon imaginable.
Just one of these battleships alone had caused the destruction of many pirate crews, leaving them with no power to resist.
And if a pirate crew was strong enough to withstand the battleship's attacks, the next thing awaiting them were the hundreds of Marine elites on board.
These Marines were incomparably stronger than ordinary Marines, each one with strength at least at the Lieutenant Commander level or higher.
And so of them even included Rear Admiral level combatants.
Alright, if even these Marines could be held off, then next they would have to face the mbers of the strongest squad in Marine history.
Every mber of this squad possessed strength at the level of a Vice Admiral.
And the strongest few among them were even close to the level of Admiral Candidate, already standing at the pinnacle of the Vice Admiral tier of strength.
Unfortunately for them, the pirate crew this ti had encountered one of the most formidable individuals—the King of Hell, Roronoa Zoro!!
At the center of the battlefield, Zoro, clad in a Marine uniform, gazed calmly at the massive figure before him.
That figure was incredibly muscular, with a powerfully built body and blonde hair tied into a ponytail. He wore two ivory-like ornants on his head and shoulders respectively.
He was draped in a light brown feathered coat, wore spiked shoulder armor on his shoulders, and had a belt with the Beasts Pirates' insignia around his waist.
It was Jack the Drought of the Beasts Pirates, one of the current Emperors of the Sea.
Originally, there was no such thing as the Four Emperors on the seas. There were only the Beasts Pirates, the Big Mom Pirates, and the Whitebeard Pirates—highly influential crews referred to as Emperor-class pirate crews.
But this year, with the teoric rise of another pirate, Red-Haired Shanks, the tripartite stalemate among pirates changed, transforming into four Emperor-class pirate crews. From then on, the title of Yonko, the Four Emperors, was born.
They were—
Yonko Red-Hair, Yonko Kaido of the Beasts, Yonko Big Mom, and Yonko Whitebeard!
These four individuals were the very pinnacle of all pirates in the world today!
Incidentally, the timing of Shanks becoming a Yonko was a year earlier compared to the original tiline. Perhaps he had been stimulated by sothing.
At that mont, Jack was panting heavily, a scar running almost entirely across his chest.
It was so deep the bone could be seen; fresh blood gushed from it, dyeing his entire chest red.
He stared fixedly at Zoro, his gaze incredibly sharp.
Following his gaze, Zoro, who was vastly different from three years ago, stood not far away.
Zoro was now fourteen years old. Perhaps the Marine food was better, leading to faster growth; his height was already comparable to when he first appeared in the original story.
His appearance was also converging with his look from the beginning, only slightly more youthful compared to his debut in the original.
However, his deanor was vastly different from when he first appeared in the original. It was no longer the aura of a 'weakling' as judged by Hawkeye, but very similar to Zoro after the two-year tiskip.
The aura of a true master had already manifested; he had the bearing of the big bro Zoro!!
Zoro lifted his foot, took a step, and slowly walked towards Jack, his expression calm and unconcerned, as if he completely disregarded Jack.
Seeing Zoro like this, Jack suddenly roared angrily.
"Roronoa, don't get too cocky. Wipe that contempt off your face! Who do you think I am!!"
A faint smile appeared on Zoro's face.
"I am being cocky. So what?"
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