One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 313: After a Long Wait!

Three shadows lowered their figures.

The muscles were tense, like a steel cable twisted to its limit.

The distance is 120 meters.

Wind speed: 4 meters per second, southeast direction.

Obstacles: None.

The target was completely unprepared.

"Now."

A burst of red light erupted in Guernica's eyes.

Dead silence.

Then came the explosion.

Three deadly attacks tore through the night.

Guernica disappeared on the spot and reappeared after crossing a hundred meters.

He transformed into a white lightning bolt, piercing straight for Shanks' mother's throat.

Stussy's fingertips wove air bullets into a deadly rain of bullets, blocking all escape routes.

Mahah leaps high into the air, his slashing wave tearing through the night sky, ready to crush everything.

fast.

too fast.

This is CP0.

The Celestial Dragons' strongest shield.

Such a sneak attack could riddle even a pirate with a bounty of over a hundred million.

Nearly.

Guernica's fingers were less than half a meter from the woman's neck.

He saw the astonishment on her face and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

Die.

For the sake of world order.

For the glory of the Creator.

however.

The instant before the fingertip touches the skin.

The moment before a perfect ending.

A chill exploded.

It shot up from the spine to the top of the head, freezing the soul.

Time became viscous.

Guernica's fingers stopped.

That finger that can pierce diamonds.

It just stopped there.

It wasn't that he wanted to stop.

It cannot be moved.

Because of one hand.

One hand, the sleeve was torn in half.

It just appeared out of thin air.

It blocked his attack route.

A hand casually reached out and grasped his domineering fingers.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing against metal made the air buzz.

Guernica crashed into a mountain.

His prized finger gun remained motionless in that hand.

He stiffly looked up.

Right in front of me is Shanks, who was just confessing to Ben Beckman in the captain's cabin!

"Feed".

"What are you bastards with dog leashes trying to do to my mother?"

boom!

A dark red Conqueror's Haki exploded outwards from Shanks.

This is not intimidation.

This is a substantial, destructive physical impact.

The beach beneath their feet crumbled, and the surrounding rocks turned to dust.

Guernica was struck in the chest with a heavy hammer, and his internal organs were displaced.

He can't back out.

The large hand gripping his fingers was like an iron clamp, locking him tightly.

"Click."

The sound of teeth aching and bones cracking.

Guernica's fingers, honed through countless trials, were brutally broken.

"Hmm!"

He let out a muffled groan, cold sweat soaking through his mask.

But this is only the beginning.

Stussy also fell into despair.

The air bullet she fired from her finger gun struck an invisible wall three meters away from Fiona and vanished into thin air.

A slightly cold touch pressed against her temple.

A gun barrel that is still smoking.

"Don't move, ma'am."

Ben Beckman's indifferent voice rang in her ears.

Just like Shanks, the vice-captain of the Red-Haired Pirates, who had been in the captain's cabin a moment ago, was now standing behind her.

That face was expressionless.

"I don't hit women, but if you move another finger, I won't mind making an exception."

Stussy was stiff all over.

She had no doubt that with a slight twitch of her muscles, that imposing bullet would rip open her skull.

The Mahathir in the air fared even worse.

Before his foot even landed, a terrifying shockwave swept in from the side.

"Gurgle gurgle! You bunch of brats dare to cause trouble at my drinking party, you've got some nerve!"

A hearty laugh followed.

The massive naginata "Murakumo-giri," enveloped in white light, slapped against Maha's waist like swatting a fly.

boom!

Mah's massive body traced an arc, and with a cracking sound of bones breaking, he crashed into the distant rock wall like a cannonball.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Gravel rolled down.

Less than three seconds.

The CP0 trio, brimming with confidence, crumbled instantly.

Guernica, with her severed finger, knelt on the ground, held down firmly by Shanks.

Stussy was held at gunpoint by Beckman and unable to move.

Mah's fate is unknown; he is embedded in the rock face and has become a specimen.

This doesn't look like an assassination.

This is a hunt.

They were prey who walked right into the trap.

"Slap, slap, slap."

A crisp round of applause came from above.

Guernica struggled to lift her head, her vision blurred by cold sweat.

He saw the figure sitting atop the mast of the Red Fox.

Chen Ye held a glass of red wine in one hand and peeled grapes with the other.

He looked down at him with a mocking smile on his lips.

"You've come uninvited late at night."

Chen Ye popped a grape into his mouth, the purple juice staining his lips red, like a nobleman who had just drunk blood.

"Are all the dogs from the Sacred Church of Garin this rude?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire beach.

"Or do you really think...?"

Chen Ye leaned forward slightly, his red eyes filled with mockery.

"You think you can fool Shanks and me with that pathetic life-saving sacrifice?"

Upon hearing this!

Guernica's heart sank to the bottom.

Why was the infiltration so successful?

Why are the pirates on the outskirts sleeping so soundly?

Why is this place eerily quiet?

"You... you already found out?"

Guernica gritted her teeth, her voice hoarse as if she were swallowing sand.

"From the very first second you set foot on this island."

Chen Ye answered him.

Redhead loosened his grip, and Guernica collapsed like a rag doll.

He turned around, stood in front of his mother, and completely shielded the trembling woman behind him.

Shanks did not draw his sword.

But the aura emanating from him was sharper and colder than any famous sword in the world.

He looked down at Guernica at his feet as if he were looking at a corpse.

"I didn't want to see blood today."

Shanks' voice was soft, yet it sent chills down everyone's spines.

"After all, this is the first time in thirty-eight years that I have reunited with my mother."

He lifted his foot, and his black leather boot slammed heavily onto Guernica's mask.

Click.

The mask shattered, revealing a face contorted with pain and fear.

"But, you shouldn't have done that, you absolutely shouldn't have..."

Shanks' eyes flashed red, and his Conqueror's Haki transformed into black and red lightning, tearing through the air.

"I shouldn't have pointed the gun at my mother."

Rumble!

The clouds in the sky were forcibly torn apart by this force, revealing the cold moonlight.

The moonlight shone down.

It illuminated this scene, one that is worthy of being recorded in history.

The world's strongest man, with a white beard, stands like a demon god, wielding a large sword.

Red-Haired Pirates' first mate, Beckman, is as ruthless as Death, holding the power of life and death in his hands.

The mysterious Emperor Chenye of Time and Space sat atop a high platform, looking down like a god.

At the center of his rage, Shanks, the red-haired man, stepped on the Celestial Dragons' claws and declared his defiance to the world.

At this moment, this is not the new world.

This is hell.

A hell with no way out.

"that……"

Shanks, who had been completely bewildered, finally realized what was happening.

She tugged at Shanks's sleeve in fear, her voice trembling.

"Shanks...who are they? Why are they trying to kill me?"

The mother's voice instantly calmed Shanks' destructive aura.

He turned around, a gentle smile returning to his face, though stiff, as he tried to reassure his mother.

"It's okay, Mom."

He patted Fiona's hand and pointed to Guernica on the ground.

His tone was as relaxed as if he were talking about a few mice.

"These are deliverymen. However, I don't really like the gifts they bring."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head back.

The moment his back was turned to his mother, his smile vanished.

Shanks looked up at Chenye on the mast, his eyes filled with questioning and barely suppressed madness.

"Tatsuba."

"What should we do with these people?"

"Wouldn't killing him outright be too easy on that old bastard?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ye's smile deepened.

He downed the red wine in one gulp and casually tossed the crystal glass into the air.

Snapped.

The cup shattered near Guernica's ear.

"kill?"

Chen Ye shook his head and held up one finger, waving it.

"No, no, no, Shanks. Killing is the most boring form of revenge."

"These three were Garin Saint's most prized hounds. They're dead just like that. That old man will at most feel a little sorry for them."

Chen Ye leaped down from the mast, his black trench coat fluttering in the wind.

He landed lightly, standing right in front of Guernica.

He crouched down and reached out to pat Guernica's blood-covered face.

"We must keep them alive."

Chen Ye's voice carried a chilling pleasure.

"Not only must they live, but they must also bring back to Mary Geoise everything they saw and heard here today, and... that deep-seated, bone-deep fear."

"I want Garin to know."

Chen Ye stood up, his gaze passing through the sea as if looking directly at the Red Earth Continent.

"The stain he wanted to erase has now become the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head."

"and……"

Chen Ye turned his head, looked at Shanks with a murderous look on his face, and then looked at Whitebeard who was watching the show from the side.

"Since our guests have come to our doorstep, wouldn't it be impolite of us pirates not to give them a return gift?"

Upon hearing the words "return gift," Guernica, who was being stepped on, trembled violently.

A premonition more terrifying than death gripped his heart.

He wanted to bite his tongue.

They wanted to detonate the venom sacs.

Failure to complete the mission means death; this is the last vestige of dignity.

But he couldn't do it.

My jaw won't obey me; I don't even have the strength to bite.

Chenye's power enveloped him.

"Want to die?"

Chen Ye sneered.

"On this stage, I wrote the script."

"If I don't call 'cut,' who gave you permission to leave?"