Chapter 66: Do You Call This a Student?
Here's the proofread version of your chapter. I kept the intensity intact while improving flow, readability, and grammar.
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### Chapter 66: Do You Call This a Student?
"Nekomamushi!!!"
Inuarashi's desperate cry echoed across the deck of the warship.
Before him lay Nekomamushi's lifeless body.
Marco flew over, his blue flames igniting as he attempted to heal him. But it was all in vain—Nekomamushi was beyond saving.
Anger twisted Marco's expression. His fists clenched as he gritted his teeth.
"Damn it! That guy—Carl—how dare he…"
Before he could finish, a chilling breeze swept past his pineapple-shaped head. Marco's body tensed. Slowly, he looked up.
Carl stood above him, ruby-red eyes gleaming with indifference, as if gazing at an insect.
Then—
**Crack.**
Darkness engulfed Carl's right hand as he seized Marco's shoulder. In an instant, Marco was sent rolling across the deck, clutching his shoulder in agony.
A black mist seeped from his wound—his **shoulder blade had been crushed**.
Desperately, Marco tried to summon his phoenix flames to heal, but… nothing happened. No matter how hard he willed it, his regenerative ability **wouldn't activate**.
His screams snapped Inuarashi back to his senses. Though weakened, he gritted his teeth, grabbed his sword, and lunged at Carl.
"You bastard! I'll kill you!!"
**Snap!**
Carl swatted the sword aside with a casual slap. The blade spun through the air before embedding itself into the deck.
Despair flooded Inuarashi's eyes. Carl's finger was already aimed at his forehead.
**Just like before.**
"Stop!"
Oden's voice rang out.
He staggered forward, his clothes in tatters, burn marks seared across his exposed skin, and two deep wounds on his abdomen glowing faintly with golden light.
Behind him, Borsalino supported a barely standing Akainu. Both Admirals were breathing heavily. Oden had fought them like a madman, and while he hadn't emerged unscathed, he had inflicted damage in return—**especially on Akainu**.
At one point, Akainu had even tried to force molten lava into Oden's mouth. The result? A **gaping stab wound** in his abdomen. If Borsalino hadn't pulled him away in time, Akainu might have died right then and there.
But Oden's true enemy had always been **Carl**.
Carl met his gaze with eerie calm, raising Muramasa just enough to intercept the crossing point of Oden's dual swords.
Though Carl's **Moon God** transformation had increased his power to terrifying heights, Oden was already severely injured.
This was no longer a fair fight.
**Zzzt!**
A surge of **silver lightning** erupted from Carl's sword, enveloping Oden in crackling energy. The scent of burning flesh filled the air.
Oden gritted his teeth and roared through the pain, forcing Carl's sword away with his own. But—**he didn't strike back**.
Instead, he **turned and ran**.
Scooping up both **Inuarashi and Marco**, Oden fled toward the **Moby Dick**.
Carl's brows furrowed.
Then—he vanished.
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### Aboard the Moby Dick
**Boom!**
Whitebeard threw his fists outward, sending **shockwaves** in both directions.
The air **shattered**. Zephyr and Garp, who had been closing in, were sent **flying** by the raw force.
Watching them retreat, Whitebeard let out a booming laugh.
But then—
**"Oden!!"**
The sound of Oden's desperate cry made him freeze.
Whitebeard turned, his eyes widening at the sight before him.
Oden, battered and broken, clutched the lifeless Inuarashi and the injured Marco.
Whitebeard's aura surged violently. His expression darkened as he bellowed,
"Oden!? Who hurt you like this?!"
Before Oden could answer—
**Crackle!**
Silver lightning arced through the air.
Carl had arrived.
The **demon sword Muramasa**, infused with electric energy and **Haki**, slashed down toward Oden.
Still carrying Inuarashi and Marco, Oden couldn't retaliate. He barely had the strength to block.
**But it wasn't enough.**
In Whitebeard's enraged gaze—
**Oden's left arm** and **Inuarashi's body** were cleaved **in half**.
They **fell** to the deck with a **sickening thud**.
Silence.
Whitebeard, Garp, and Zephyr all stood frozen.
Even **Garp**, usually carefree, was at a loss for words. He nudged Zephyr and muttered,
"Oi, Zephyr… who the hell is this kid?"
Zephyr hesitated. His lips parted, then closed. Finally, he answered in a low voice,
"…That's Carl. My student."
A long pause.
"The **strongest** one."
**"Nani?!"**
Garp's jaw nearly dropped.
"He's still a **student**?! A **student** just cut Whitebeard's second division commander in half?!"
Zephyr remained silent.
He had heard of Oden—the **"Second Division Commander"** of the Whitebeard Pirates.
But in reality, Whitebeard's crew structure was different from other pirate crews.
Whitebeard saw his men as **his sons**, which meant **strength and rank didn't always match**. Some commanders were vastly weaker than others.
Among Whitebeard's growing crew, Oden had been one of the few true powerhouses.
**And yet…**
A **Marine student** had **reduced him to this**.
It was **unbelievable**.
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Marco, the least injured of the survivors, began regaining his mobility. His healing was slow, but he could **move**.
His eyes **burned with grief** as he looked at the **mangled** body of Inuarashi.
With **tears brimming**, he dragged Oden toward Whitebeard.
His voice cracked.
"Dad… Nekomamushi is **dead**. And… he died **by the hands of that Marine**!"
Whitebeard's entire **body tensed**.
The **Moby Dick trembled** under his overwhelming fury.
Meanwhile, Carl stood **still**.
Since his transformation, his emotions had **calmed**—**too calm**. Unlike others who succumbed to bloodlust after awakening newfound power, Carl remained eerily composed.
He had no intention of finishing Oden off.
Because—
Even in his **Moon God** form, he knew one thing for certain.
**He was still no match for Whitebeard.**
Especially not a **Whitebeard consumed by rage**.
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That should feel more intense while keeping things smooth and easy to read. Let me know if you want any refinements!