Chapter 127.3: The Fear of Sengoku! An Overwhelming Battle!

An admiral…

And a vice admiral who was about to be promoted to admiral…

Both had lost!

"Is he a demon… or a god?"

The battle ended so quickly that even Fleet Admiral Kong didn't have time to react.

He had been gathering his forces, but when he turned around—Sengoku lay gravely wounded on the ground, and Sakazuki had perished.

Steel Bone Kong's eyes widened in fury, and in an instant, he erupted into a rage, smashing through the control room's window as he leaped down.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

With a furious roar, he charged at Chu Yang like a wild beast.

At the same time, Borsalino appeared beside him.

The moment he saw Chu Yang's face, Borsalino abruptly halted, his expression filled with unease.

The humiliating defeat he had suffered in Wano was still fresh in his memory.

This was an enemy they could never hope to defeat.

He still remembered how, upon returning to Marine Headquarters, he had immediately reported the situation to Steel Bone Kong. But Kong had completely dismissed it and even scolded him.

"Kuzan and Sakazuki are about to be promoted to admirals. And look at you—getting beaten to a pulp by some upstart!"

Recalling this, Borsalino muttered to himself, "I warned you, but you wouldn't listen. Now deal with the consequences yourself."

Steel Bone Kong wasn't as strong as Sengoku. Within the Malevolent Shrine's domain, he was reduced to a bloody mess in mere moments.

Even after pushing himself to the limit, he never even managed to touch Chu Yang before collapsing at his feet.

"What… what kind of monster are you…?"

Steel Bone Kong's dying eyes were filled with confusion and unwillingness.

Chu Yang looked up at Borsalino in the sky.

Without hesitation, Borsalino turned and fled—he had no intention of fighting Chu Yang.

Among the future Three Admirals, only Aokiji was absent.

He was one of the few who hadn't obeyed the World Government's orders, instead leading his forces to suppress chaos in various regions.

Zephyr, who was on the verge of retirement, had done the same.

As for the remaining marines, they were no longer a threat.

When the uninformed navy warships began to close in, Chu Yang expanded the Malevolent Shrine's domain, sacrificing some power to increase its range.

A massive slash erupted—over a thousand warships were simultaneously destroyed, and countless navy soldiers were injured.

Chu Yang alone had crushed the full force of the navy.

Just as he was about to leave, a weak voice called out to him.

"Can… we win?"

Sengoku struggled to open his eyes, desperate for an answer.

"Of course!"

Chu Yang's response was firm and decisive as he turned toward Pluton.

Onboard Pluton, the ship was filled with people who had just witnessed the navy's downfall. They had also felt the terrifying power of Chu Yang.

Some even knelt in silent worship, treating him as a god.

"He really… did it alone…"

Dragon was so shocked he could barely speak.

Fisher Tiger patted him on the shoulder and said, "We have our own responsibilities. Even if we can't fight alongside him, we need to make sure he has nothing holding him back."

Dragon had been through countless storms—this setback alone wasn't enough to shake him. He quickly regained his composure.

"The navy has been crushed. Without their strength, the scales of victory are tipping in our favor."

"Next, we'll need Tiger to contact our allies on Fish-Man Island. They should be ready to attack Mary Geoise at any time."

Chu Yang approached them.

Tiger nodded. "Alright, no problem. Are we heading to the Holy Land now?"

Chu Yang shook his head. "Not yet. We need to land in an unexpected way to accomplish our goal. That's why I asked Tom to modify Pluton."

"For now, let's rest. Without the navy, the World Government will have a hard time tracking us. There's no need to worry."

After this battle, Pluton completely vanished from the public eye.

But the impact it left behind swept across the world like a tsunami.

The news of the navy's destruction spread rapidly through the News Coo, even beyond the World Government's control.

Fleet Admiral Steel Bone Kong—dead!

Admiral Sengoku—gravely injured!

Vice Admiral Sakazuki—killed before his promotion!

Vice Admiral Borsalino—missing!

All remaining Vice Admirals, Rear Admirals, and a massive number of marine soldiers—injured and completely incapacitated!

The navy was now in complete paralysis.

Such a devastating loss had never occurred in marine history.

The World Government, which had stood strong for 800 years, now faced a severe shake in its authority.

Rebellions began rising across the globe.

Even places the Revolutionary Army had never reached were now openly defying the World Government.

Uprisings erupted everywhere.

—

At Pangaea Castle, in the Room of Flowers—

The Five Elders knelt trembling on the lush grass.

Before them stood a mysterious figure.

A towering figure, concealed within robes, with only a tall, imposing crown revealing their identity.

The King of the World.

Or rather—the King of the Celestial Dragons.

Imu.

Imu ignored the terrified elders, their gaze fixed on a corner of the room where a single lily flower bloomed.

Seemingly lost in thought, they whispered a name.

"Lily…"

Hearing that name, the Five Elders trembled even more, lowering their heads further.

That name was a forbidden existence.

"Where is Pluton now?" Imu finally spoke, easing the suffocating tension.

"Pluton's current whereabouts are unknown, but there's no sign of it approaching the Holy Land. We've already arranged for guards to be on alert," Saint Jaygarcia Saturn answered first.

The others glanced at him from the corners of their eyes.

In this kind of atmosphere, the first to speak was the least likely to be reprimanded.

"Who is that person?"

Imu's voice suddenly rose.

The Five Elders exchanged looks, unsure who Imu was referring to.

After a moment of hesitation, Saint Topman Warcury cautiously replied, "The one who crushed the Navy is named Yang. He was originally a slave who escaped during Fisher Tiger's raid on the Holy Land."

"Later, he joined the Red-Haired Pirates and gradually became a well-known pirate on the seas."

"After that, we don't know how, but he came into contact with the Revolutionary Army and ended up as he is now."

After finishing his response, Saint Topman Warcury felt uneasy. He wasn't sure if Imu had been asking about Chu Yang specifically.

The Flower Room fell into silence.

Cold sweat trickled down Topman Warcury's back.

"Red Hair? The one the Figarland family lost?"

"Yes."

Hearing the confirmation, Imu's tone turned icy. "Whoever created the problem will handle it."

Saint Topman Warcury quickly nodded. "I will inform Saint Figarland Garling."

Saint Marcus Mars asked respectfully, "Lord Imu, should we activate that weapon?"

The Flower Room became deathly silent.

"It's not time yet. Send the God Knights to kill that slave."

Imu's voice became ethereal, echoing through the chamber.

The Five Elders nodded and slowly withdrew.

Once again, only one person remained in the Flower Room. Imu walked toward a lily, crouched down, and gently caressed the butterfly resting on its petals, murmuring, "Lily, why did you do it?"

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