One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 366 Three People Surround and Kill Saint Satan!

"Faster! Faster! Kizaru is catching up!"

Usopp was snotting everywhere, his legs spinning like a whirlwind. Beside him, Nami clung tightly to her Clima-Tact, her lips pale. The elderly Vegapunk lay on Chopper's back.

Ahead lies the edge passage of the Future Island R&D layer.

Pass through to the port where the Sunny is docked.

But distance is meaningless when it comes to the speed of light.

The air buzzed.

Countless golden light particles appeared out of thin air, instantly blocking everyone's path. The blinding light and scorching heat illuminated the dim passage as if it were daytime.

"Hey~ Where are you all running so fast? Where are you headed?"

Borsalino's brown sunglasses reflected a cold light.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, wearing a righteous coat, tilting his head as he sized up the group of guys in front of him.

"Kizaru... Kizaru!"

Usopp collapsed to his knees with a thud, his teeth chattering.

Nami's knuckles turned white as she gripped the Clima-Tact. Lightning? Illusion? They were all a joke in front of an Admiral.

"Dr. Vegapunk, old friendship is old friendship, but the orders from above are very strict."

Kizaru lifted his foot, and the photons at the toe of his shoe compressed wildly, making a sizzling sound.

"Besides, I can't keep Saint Satan waiting too long."

"I'm sorry, everyone, this is work."

Kizaru's tone was languid.

The killing intent, however, was chillingly cold.

A beam of light, powerful enough to pierce the island, formed at his toes and aimed at Vegapunk on Chopper's back.

Vegapunk closed his eyes and waited for death.

The moment the beam of light shot out, a bluish-green flame suddenly appeared, forming a shield.

"Phoenix Mark!"

boom--!

The laser collided with the golden flame, but didn't explode.

Instead, it was like a water gun that had been misfired, its trajectory forcibly changed, turning into a streak of light that shot into the sky, creating a large hole in the clouds above.

The heatwave blew Nami and Usopp's hats off.

The light dissipated.

A man with a pineapple-shaped head and glasses was standing on one leg; it was Marco.

"Hey, it's not nice for a general to bully people."

Marco adjusted his glasses.

"Since they're the people our father wants to protect, no one on this vast ocean can touch them."

"Marco the Phoenix..."

Kizaru's body transformed into countless points of light, trying to create distance and find a better shooting angle.

As light, speed is its trump card.

The light spots were just about to disperse.

Kizaru's pores all over his body bulged out.

"Click".

The crisp sound of a gun being cocked was particularly jarring on the battlefield.

A dark, imposing gun barrel was silently pressed against Kizaru's temple.

Icy.

fatal.

"Don't move, Kizaru."

A hoarse voice rang in his ear, carrying an unquestionable command.

Ben Beckman, with a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips and his gray hair fluttering slightly, stared coldly at the Navy's top combatant with his abyss-like eyes.

"Stay away from them, this is a warning."

The air freezes.

Nami and Usopp's mouths formed an "O" shape.

Admiral Kizaru, the Marine Admiral who strikes fear into the hearts of all pirates, is being held at gunpoint, unable to move.

Kizaru raised his hands, his mouth pouting even more exaggeratedly.

"Wow~ The Phoenix plus the vice-captain of the Red-Haired Pirates... This lineup really makes it impossible to slack off, it's terrifying."

He said it was terrifying, but his eyes were darting around frantically out of the corner of his eye.

These two people here, who are they, the real monsters...?

They're probably going to cause trouble for that "big guy".

……

The central battlefield of Future Island.

Above the ruins.

Just minutes ago, the Five Elders, Saint Satan, was all-powerful, but now he was furious and had no choice but to defend himself in a sorry state.

He thought that with his immortality and magical attacks, he could wear down Monkey D. Dragon.

But now, the situation has changed.

Two powerful, imperial auras pressed down on his heart like two mountains.

"Dragon! You rat in the gutter, how dare you collude with pirates!"

Satan Saint's enormous bull-demon form roared, waving its venomous spider legs to force back the revolutionary leader before it.

The dragon moved like the wind, dodging the dense attacks, its wind-patterned longsword whipping up a storm and dispersing the venom.

"Collusion?"

Long snorted coldly.

"What does it matter if we side with the devil, as long as we can overthrow you wicked beasts?"

The dragon swung its longsword fiercely, a wind blade forcing Satan Saint to take a half-step back.

The moment Satan retreated, two extremely cold gusts of wind came from behind him.

Pure killing intent.

For the first time, Satan's cloudy beast eyes shrank to pinpoints.

He tried to turn around and defend himself, but the two forces were too fast and too fierce, giving him no chance.

"Airquake!!"

Edward Newgate's figure was like a demon god. A constantly trembling white orb of light enveloped the "Murakumogiri" in his hand. The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, enough to destroy the world, was compressed without reservation onto the blade.

"Gods, beware!!"

Red-Haired Shanks has a cold and stern expression, and his famous sword "Griffin" is wreathed in a breathtaking black and red Conqueror's Haki. The Pirate King Roger's signature technique, in his hands, has become even more ruthless, capable of cutting through anything.

One left and one right.

One strength and one skill.

Two forces, powerful enough to sink an island, simultaneously blasted towards Satan Saint, who was caught in the middle.

"roar--!!"

Satan was forced to abandon his defense against the dragon and turned to take the two royal-level attacks head-on with his two hardest front spider legs.

Time stood still.

Then--

"boom------!!!"

The terrifying shockwave spread in all directions.

The ground within a radius of a kilometer was blown away. The towering technology buildings on Future Island were like sand sculptures in the face of the shockwave. The aftershocks swept over them, causing them to collapse and shatter.

The clouds in the sky were completely shaken apart, revealing the pitch-black void.

The ocean was pressed down by an invisible hand, forming a giant crater, which then unleashed a tsunami hundreds of meters high.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Satan, at the epicenter of the explosion, let out a scream.

The massive bull-demon's body was blasted away like a cannonball, crashing through one building, then another, and another... until it smashed through the entire research and development area's defensive wall and embedded itself deeply into the rock strata underground.

Smoke and dust billowed.

Cover the sky.

The entire Future Island was deathly silent.

The soldiers and agents in the distance stared, mouths agape, weapons lying on the ground, oblivious to their surroundings. They gazed at the drastically altered landscape, their minds blank.

Is this... the power of the Four Emperors?

Is this... the power of the world's strongest man?

"Cough cough...cough..."

A coughing sound came from deep within the ruins.

In the black smoke, Satan Saint scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state.

It was clear that the attack earlier had seriously injured him.

But he is a monster.

Black fleshy buds wriggled wildly at the wound site of the severed spider leg, growing back in seconds. Although somewhat twisted, they still exuded an evil aura.

"Unforgivable...Unforgivable!!"

Satan Saint was panting heavily, his anger almost spitting out of his eyes.

He had never suffered such humiliation before.

But when he looked up and saw the scene before him, his anger was instantly extinguished by a bucket of ice water.

A bone-chilling cold surged into my heart.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Three men stood in a triangle, surrounding him tightly.

Directly in front of him stood Edward Newgate, the white-bearded man, holding a knife in one hand, the hilt slamming heavily to the ground with a thud. He still had an IV drip attached to his body, yet his domineering aura was stronger than ever.

"Gurarararara! The Five Elders?"

The white-bearded man grinned widely.

"Not bad, old man. But how many times can you regenerate? I've been waiting for this moment for a long time!"

On the left, Shanks, the red-haired man, slowly sheathed his sword, his Conqueror's Haki still locked onto Satan's throat. His expression was cold, and the scar on his left eye looked particularly ferocious under the influence of his Haki.

"You wicked Celestial Dragons, our revenge will begin with you."

Shanks' voice was eerily calm.

On the right, Monkey D. Dragon's green trench coat fluttered, and a storm condensed around him into the shape of a dragon.

"Satan, your death is near."

The dragon's voice was like the tolling of a judgment bell.

"Look around you. There's no navy around, no CP0 around, only us who want to take your life."

Satan looked around.

Dragon.

Whitebeard.

Shanks.

Supreme leader of the revolutionary army.

The strongest man in the world.

The one with the strongest domineering aura.

These three men, standing at the top of the world, are enough to give world governments a headache.

Now, the three of them have joined forces, solely to take him down.

This is not war.

This was a meticulously planned execution.

Satan's hand, gripping his cane, began to tremble. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the gravel. His prized "regeneration" now seemed utterly ridiculous.

he knows.

Even with the help of the five generals and the Seraphim outside, I would definitely perish here today.