Chapter 467: Volume 3 – Chapter 110: Run, Run!

Somewhere in the New World.

The sun blazed down, and the sea was crystal clear.

A pirate ship bearing a skull flag sailed smoothly across the deep blue waters, the deck alive with raucous laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Captain!! We hit the jackpot! I can't believe that treasure map was real!"

The deck was stacked with chests overflowing with gold and silver, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.

Dozens of pirates surrounded the treasure, their faces flushed with excitement as they tossed handfuls of glittering coins into the air like lunatics, completely swept up in the moment.

"Hahahaha, well done, boys."

The captain, a burly man with a thick beard, sat proudly at the bow, arms outstretched as he roared with laughter.

"This is just the beginning."

"As long as you stick with me—money, women, fame, power—it's all within reach!"

"Hahahahahaha!!"

Just as the pirates were reveling in their windfall, the helmsman suddenly called out in confusion.

"Huh? What's that?"

"Something's coming from the sky… wait, is that... a person?!"

Everyone's first reaction was disbelief.

How could someone be flying... humans can't fly, right!?

Their eyes widened as they stared into the distance.

A blood-red figure suddenly shot out from the clouds and plummeted toward the sea at an incredible speed.

"What the hell is that!?"

"Looks like... a Marine?"

"Wait!! He's coming straight at us!"

"Damn it!! Ready the cannons!!"

Panic erupted. The pirates scrambled to man the ship's cannons, frantically trying to lock onto the incoming figure.

"It's no use!"

"He's way too fast!!"

"He's coming!!"

"..."

Before they could react, Daren, soaked in blood, shot past just above the waves, stirring up a violent gust as he went.

The pirates stood frozen, their nerves on edge—then let out a collective sigh of relief.

The sheer aura that man carried was like a demon god. There was no way they could take him on.

Fortunately, he hadn't even spared them a glance.

But then—

"Daren, you brat!! You're not getting away!!!"

Whoosh!

Whoosh!!

Several golden sword beams suddenly burst through the cloud layer, slashing down like divine retribution, ripping the sea apart!

The pirates were stunned.

They stood there blankly as golden light reflected in their eyes, the sword energy streaking toward them at breakneck speed.

"It's over..."

That was the last thought that crossed their minds.

BOOM!!

The pirate ship was sliced into pieces, then exploded in a massive blast!

Flames and black smoke billowed into the sky.

A second later...

Shiki, wild-eyed and snarling like a beast, burst through the smoke, bloodshot eyes locked on the distant figure of the fleeing Marine Vice Admiral. His roar was filled with murderous rage.

"I'll never let you get away!!"

He surged forward again!

A crimson and a golden figure—two streaks of blinding light—raced through the sky at speeds no human eye could follow.

Chasing and fleeing.

Minutes later, as they passed over a desolate island...

"Shishi: Senjindani!!"

Dozens of crescent-shaped slashes tore through the air, engulfing Daren entirely.

Caught off guard, Daren couldn't dodge in time. One of the distant strikes landed, slicing into his back and drawing a deep grunt as blood burst out in a spray.

The remaining sword waves streaked into the distance, cleaving through several massive peaks. The mountain tops, cleanly severed, began to tilt and crumble!

RUMBLE...

The whole island trembled beneath the collapse, a deafening roar shaking the earth and scattering flocks of startled birds into the sky.

Seeing the damn Marine brat wounded again, Shiki erupted into manic laughter.

"Jihahahaha!! Let's see how long you can keep running!"

A twisted thrill surged in Shiki's chest, like a cat toying with a trapped mouse.

He had to admit—this Marine brat's will to live was impressive. But that was all it was.

Shiki could see it clearly now: Daren's speed was dropping. His face had turned ghostly pale, his uniform soaked in blood, and he was gasping for breath... He was clearly running on fumes, barely hanging on!

Which meant one thing—it was only a matter of time before he was finished.

And if that was the case, Shiki might as well enjoy himself a bit.

A cruel smile curled across his lips.

His pupils were laced with blood, radiating a chilling, murderous intent. Throbbing pain pulsed through his skull, but he didn't care in the slightest. Rational thought was slipping away, consumed by a volcanic craving for destruction.

At that moment, only one thought remained in Shiki's mind—

To torture that Marine brat to death... slowly, cruelly.

"Jihahahahaha!! Run! Run!!"

"Let's see how far you think you can get!! How long you can last!!"

"Jihahahaha!!"

...

Edd War Sea

"Rayleigh-san! The ship's repaired!"

On the Oro Jackson, Buggy's severed head was flailing in panic after being sliced off by a Marine, his screams echoing across the deck.

"Hm?"

Rayleigh, mid-duel with Sengoku, narrowed his eyes. His presence suddenly spiked.

Black and red lightning snaked up his longsword. Gripping the hilt with both hands, he swung it with a thunderous slash toward Sengoku.

"Great Buddha: Punch!"

Transformed into a golden Buddha, Sengoku unleashed his own burst of Conqueror's Haki and threw a powerful punch with a growl.

Boom!!

Blade and fist clashed in midair—never touching, but the sheer force between them stirred a raging storm.

For one tense second, the air crackled... then a sphere of black and red energy detonated.

A violent shockwave burst outward, lifting sheets of ice like ocean waves and shattering the surface in every direction.

Using the recoil, Rayleigh leapt nimbly backward, landing solidly on the Oro Jackson's deck.

In a flash, he bolted toward Borsalino and swung his blade sideways.

"Dark King Rayleigh... You're such a hassle."

Borsalino muttered as his body scattered into golden photons, evading the attack before reforming on Sengoku's warship.

"Roger! Time to go!"

After forcing Borsalino back, Rayleigh looked toward Roger, who was still locked in a fierce battle with Garp.

"But I haven't had my fill yet!"

Roger shouted in frustration.

"If you don't get back here, we're all going to die!!"

Veins popped on Rayleigh's forehead as he growled in exasperation.

"Damn it!"

Roger cursed, gripping the Meito in his hands as his aura surged violently.

His Conqueror's Haki exploded—far surpassing that of Rayleigh and Sengoku—howling from his body like a beast. His blood-red captain's cloak whipped wildly in the wind.

A burning fighting spirit lit up the eyes of this legendary pirate.

"Come on, Garp!!"

"One blow... let's settle this!"

He stomped down on the ice, cracking it beneath his feet, and raised his sword.

Black and red lightning radiated out in a massive burst around his blade.

His stance shifted into a powerful draw—an unmistakable killing pose!

Sensing the overwhelming force radiating from Roger, Garp's face grew darker than ever.

"Kamusari!!"

Roger roared.

Garp's pupils shrank!

That technique!

That eerie, unavoidable sword art!

He'd tasted defeat from it once before. Gritting his teeth, he sprang backward.

But in the very next moment—

His eyes went wide in shock at what he saw.

Swish!

Roger's blade came down!

But the black and red arc didn't fly at Garp...

It veered toward Sengoku's warship instead!

"Wahahaha! Fooled you, Garp!!"

Roger stuck out his tongue and retreated playfully back to the Oro Jackson.

"You bastard!! That was dirty!!"

Garp's face turned red with fury as he stomped in rage.

The incoming blade screamed through the air, exuding a terrifying pressure.

Sengoku's expression twisted. With the warship beneath him, there was no room to dodge—he could only grit his teeth and face it head-on.

"Borsalino!!"

"Got it..."

Golden light burst upward.

BOOM!!

The black and red blade clashed with the glowing warship in a hellish explosion.

The frozen sea beneath them, pushed to its limits by the sheer intensity of the battle, finally gave way—shattering and revealing the surging ocean beneath.

Chaos erupted among the Marines. One after another, they plunged into the sea.

Warships were caught between the collapsing ice, thrown into disarray.

"Wahahahaha! Farewell, Marines. I'm not dying here."

Roger raised his sword, laughing boldly through the downpour.

"My voyage is far from over!!!"

As his voice rang out...

A massive black cannon emerged from the stern of the Oro Jackson.

Brilliant white energy gathered at its core.

BOOM!!

A thunderous blast erupted!

The air cannon tore across the sea, pulverizing ice and whipping up a monstrous tidal wave.

In Garp's wide, furious eyes...

In Sakazuki's cold, stormy gaze...

In the helpless stares of countless Marines...

The battered Oro Jackson suddenly soared into the sky, trailing a geyser of water.

Like a seabird breaking through the storm, it flew—free and unstoppable—toward the horizon.