Chapter 115

### **Chapter 115**

Carl agreed immediately upon hearing the plan. He asked Sengoku the Buddha for the coordinates, then hung up the Den Den Mushi and turned to Lucia.

**"Let's go, Lucia. Inform Uncle Garling first, and then we'll set off right away."**

Lucia nodded and quickly composed herself. She retrieved Carl's Marine cloak from his room, and after he draped it over his shoulders, they headed to Garling's quarters.

Upon hearing Redfield's name, Garling's face darkened. His voice was deep and grave.

**"Go, but be extremely cautious. Redfield is highly dangerous. If things go wrong, prioritize your life above all else."**

Carl nodded. He understood the gravity of the situation. **Red the Aloof** was a legend, standing on par with the likes of Whitebeard and Roger. His strength even surpassed that of Kong.

If it hadn't been for Garp's intervention, Kong might have fallen in battle against him.

Even so, that battle had been a Navy victory, with Kong leading the charge. Carl saw this mission as a golden opportunity to bolster his military achievements. While it might not immediately earn him the rank of Fleet Admiral, it would undoubtedly solidify his reputation within the Marines, making it easier for him to seize control in the future.

More importantly, Carl wasn't about to pass up the chance to fight someone as formidable as Redfield. True growth came through battle, and there was no better opponent to sharpen his skills against.

With his mind made up, Carl bid farewell to Garling, took Lucia back to the warship docked near the Red Line, and ordered it to set sail toward the coordinates Sengoku had provided.

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On an unnamed island in the Grand Line, red and black lightning crackled in the air, a telltale sign of two warriors clashing with Conqueror's Haki.

A tall, slender figure collided midair with a massive, powerful one, their blows shaking the very earth beneath them. The ground cracked and crumbled under the sheer force of their battle.

Marine soldiers lay strewn across the battlefield, unconscious from the overwhelming pressure of Haki.

The two combatants were **Redfield** and **Kong**.

They had been fighting for over a day and night.

The Marines accompanying Kong had been rendered unconscious almost instantly by Redfield's overwhelming Conqueror's Haki, unable to even participate.

The stronger officers—those who had managed to remain standing—had still been no match. Some lay dead, others gravely wounded. Even the ones who had fought hardest failed to land any significant blows on Redfield.

Kong had been forced to divert his attention multiple times to protect them. In the end, they were nothing more than a burden.

Redfield landed gracefully on the battlefield's shattered ground. Dressed in a crimson cloak, he held an umbrella in one hand, a blue rose pinned to his chest. Even in battle, he carried himself with an air of refined elegance.

He glanced at Kong, who stood shirtless, his chiseled frame covered in battle scars, and smiled.

**"Kong, you haven't disappointed me. I'm glad I waited for you here."**

Kong's expression was grim. He exhaled sharply before responding.

**"Redfield, this ends today. I will capture you."**

Redfield chuckled, his golden eyes narrowing as a cold gleam flickered in them.

**"Just you? I think I'll savor the thrill of killing you."**

In an instant, Redfield blurred into motion, turning into a streak of red light. His speed was legendary—even Kong, a physical powerhouse, struggled to track his movements.

But what Kong lacked in speed, he made up for in endurance.

He braced himself, tanking Redfield's rapid flurry of attacks before roaring and grabbing him by the waist, slamming him violently into the ground.

Redfield swiftly opened his umbrella, blocking Kong's next strike. Then, with a flick of his gold-heeled boots, he lashed out, kicking Kong hard enough to make him stagger.

As Kong steadied himself, Redfield's umbrella shot toward him like a sword.

Kong reacted just in time, catching the weapon's tip with his Armament Haki-coated hand.

But Redfield smirked and released the umbrella. His nails turned pitch-black, slashing across Kong's chest, leaving ten deep, bloody gashes.

Blood splattered onto the ground, yet Kong didn't retreat.

To Redfield's surprise, he powered through the pain, raising his fists and hammering them down onto Redfield, smashing him into the ground.

Dust and debris erupted from the crater where Redfield landed.

Kong dropped to one knee, clutching his chest. The damage was worse than it seemed—if not for his powerful Armament Haki, his organs would have been shredded.

Even so, his injuries were severe.

**Swish!**

A blur of red light shot out from the crater, and Redfield landed gracefully a short distance away. He winced slightly, one hand pressed to his lower back.

He hadn't expected Kong to be this tenacious, fighting back so fiercely despite his wounds.

Still, the pain in his back annoyed him. His gaze flickered toward Kong, who was visibly struggling. Blood trickled from the corner of the Marine's mouth.

In a battle of monsters like them, exhaustion was the deadliest enemy.

Redfield smirked. His golden eyes swept over the unconscious Marines scattered around.

**"What's the point of bringing so many? They're just dead weight."**

Without waiting for a reply, he launched himself forward again, reclaiming his umbrella as he moved.

Neither he nor Kong noticed the dark vortex forming in the air nearby.

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Before Carl's warship even docked, he sensed the clash between Kong and Redfield.

Without hesitation, he activated **Kamui**, stepping into the void.

Bringing his soldiers would be pointless—they wouldn't survive in a battlefield flooded with Conqueror's Haki. The unconscious Marines surrounding Kong and Redfield were proof of that.

Fixing his gaze on Redfield, Carl spread his jet-black wings and vanished in an instant.

Redfield, mid-combat, felt a sudden chill crawl down his spine.

His Observation Haki screamed at him. He twisted his body just in time to avoid an unseen strike—only for Kong's fist to crash into him instead, sending him flying.

But it was worth it.

Had he not dodged, the **black blade** that sliced through the air would have cut more than just the edge of his crimson cloak.

Redfield's eyes darkened as he quickly retreated, his golden irises locking onto the figure hovering in the sky.

Carl's wings flapped once, the air around him distorting. His sharp eyes met Redfield's.

**"Admiral Black Dragon?"**

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