The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

Now that the Black Order has openly taken sides and torn away the last shred of secrecy, there is no room for maneuver; only war remains!

Teach stared at Lucy, the blonde female exorcist, on the city wall, his eyes filled with murderous intent and rage that were almost tangible.

He took a deep breath, his voice low and clear, reaching the ears of every officer behind him: "Act freely according to your will, and let the Navy see the price of stopping me, Blackbeard Teach."

"The wait is finally here..."

Akaza's arrogant smile suddenly widened; he had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and the captain's command was like a key to unlock his shackles.

A shockwave suddenly erupted from the dark platform beneath his feet, and Akaza's muscular body, like a cannonball, leaped from the sky without hesitation.

The sheer burst of physical power propelled him to an alarming speed, the air being violently compressed and emitting a shriek.

“Enemy attack—!!”

Below, a group of naval officers who were fighting other pirates immediately noticed this uninvited guest who had fallen from the sky.

A seasoned naval captain reacted the fastest, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and Armament Haki instantly covered the long sword in his hand.

With a powerful stomp of his foot, he aimed a heavy leaping slash at Akaza's head, aiming directly at the direction Akaza had landed.

"Well done!" Akaza said, facing the fierce slash, he neither dodged nor avoided it.

He simply raised his right arm casually, his arm muscles bulging slightly, and stood there straight in front of the blade.

"clang--!!!!"

The dull thud of metal striking flesh was heard, and the naval captain's face showed astonishment. He felt as if his knife had struck a steel ingot that had been forged a thousand times, and the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere that he had expected did not occur.

A crisp snapping sound rang out, not from Akaza's arm, but from the Navy's standard longsword, which was covered in Armament Haki. Akaza had actually snapped it in two with his arm.

“Your spirit is too weak,” Akaza said, his face still bearing that arrogant smile, his voice as calm as if stating a fact.

"If there's another chance, go and practice properly," he said, before he finished speaking, his right fist, which had blocked the long sword, suddenly clenched into a fist.

With a primal and violent beauty, it blasted forward without any frills. The naval captain didn't even have time to react; he only felt a chill in his chest, followed by excruciating pain.

He looked down and saw a blood-stained fist that had pierced right through his chest.

A fist emerged from behind him, the fingers still slightly bent, and warm blood gushed down his arm.

The intense pain made him tremble all over. The naval captain opened his mouth wide, his eyes filled with unbelievable despair, and his life force was rapidly slipping away.

Akaza twitched his nostrils, feeling the touch and scent of warm human blood coming from the fist, and the scarlet light in his eyes suddenly brightened.

The dying naval captain displayed astonishing willpower in his final moments.

With his last ounce of strength, he used his still-movable left hand to grab Akaza's arm that pierced his chest, his eyes fierce and resolute—even if he died, he would hold off this monster for a moment!

“For justice…” he squeezed out a few barely audible words through clenched teeth.

"kill him!"

The other naval soldiers around them were horrified. Seeing their comrade in such a terrible state, anger and grief overwhelmed their fear. They brandished their weapons and frantically attacked from all sides.

"Oh?" Akaza glanced at the Marine who had a hole in his chest but was still clinging to him tightly, and then looked at the weaklings around him who knew they were no match but still rushed forward without hesitation.

A complex expression appeared on his face, seemingly a hint of surprise, yet also a faint sense of admiration.

"The courage of a loser?"

"Very well, since that's the case, I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

With a slight flick of his gripped arm, the naval captain's body was easily flung away, crashing heavily to the ground several meters away, where it lay motionless.

As for the swarming naval soldiers around them, "Get lost!!"

Akaza simply uttered a single word calmly.

The next moment, an invisible pressure erupted from him.

It wasn't Conqueror's Haki, but it had a similar intimidating effect; the air seemed to freeze, turning into a tangible hammer.

Within a radius of several meters, all the naval soldiers who rushed forward were struck head-on by an invisible giant hand, screaming and spitting blood as they were sent flying backward.

Their internal organs suffered violent shock and damage in that instant, and even if they didn't die, they lost their fighting ability!

Akaza seems to be a born genius when it comes to perceiving and utilizing ki, mastering it without a teacher.

He casually moved his wrist, flicked the blood off his arm, and glanced around at the sailors lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

Finally, he raised his head and looked towards the naval officers and soldiers in the distance, whose auras were clearly much stronger, and even the city towers higher up.

"Bring me some real experts, let's have a match," he said, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying throughout the area.

With a pure thirst for battle, he thought, "Let's stop sending these weaklings to their deaths."

As he spoke, he stood with his feet slightly apart, his body sinking slightly, assuming a simple yet powerful martial arts starting stance.

That posture suggested that they were waiting for a worthy opponent to surround them, rather than facing a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

Although he disdains bullying the weak, if a large number of the weak recklessly rush up to their deaths, then he can't blame him for taking care of them.

In his view, the weak should obediently lie on the ground.

Only the strong have the right to stand and arbitrarily control the lives of the weak.

Akaza is a monster who has reached such a terrifying level purely through physical strength and combat instinct. Ordinary naval soldiers, or even ordinary officers, simply cannot deal with him.

If you can't withstand one or two punches, you'll be beaten to death.

To be able to exchange a few blows with Akaza is only at the level of a vice admiral. However, even the strongest vice admirals among the giants cannot withstand more than a few blows.

It's estimated that only those at the level of general candidates can hold their own against Akaza for a while. Trying to overwhelm quality with sheer numbers won't work at all against Akaza.

Sengoku looked at Blackbeard's officers and saw Akaza moving freely amidst the Navy's encirclement. Was it a waste of talent to order a Navy admiral to deal with him?

The number of admirals is still insufficient. If there were twelve admirals, the navy wouldn't be so hesitant and timid as it is today. The highest combat strength is still lacking; if there were enough, the battle would have been over long ago.