LRAB Chapter 171 Victory on Two Battlefields
Chapter 171 Victory on Two Battlefields
Whitebeard stood at the bow of the ship, his tall and imposing figure resembling a majestic mountain peak, giving people an unparalleled sense of security.
At this moment, looking at the surging force coming from the front, he showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed heartily, his laughter filled with boldness and unbridled spirit.
Then, his gaze suddenly sharpened, like two sharp bolts of lightning piercing through layers of mist and locking onto the powerful impact.
Immediately afterwards, he gently raised the sharp blade in his hand, named Murakumogiri. The movement seemed effortless and casual, yet it contained boundless power.
With a gentle flick of his wrist, a sword aura, almost tangible, roared out from Murakumogiri, heading straight for the impact.
"Bang!" Another loud noise rang out as the sword energy and the impact collided, instantly bursting into a dazzling light.
The powerful energy fluctuations created towering waves on the sea surface, causing the seawater to churn and surge as if boiling.
Whitebeard's gaze did not linger there. He slightly raised his head and looked at the astonishing scene in the sky.
His eyes gleamed with a complex light, as if he were pondering the deeper meaning behind this battle.
The sky seemed to have been cleaved open by a giant sword, instantly splitting into two terrifying canopies with vastly different styles.
On one side was a deep, almost inky blackish-purple, with a mysterious aura like a surging undercurrent, and a heavy, oppressive feeling that seemed to want to devour everything in the world.
On the other side was a fiery red and black, like a hellish inferno, with the raging flames seemingly telling the story of the cruelty and madness of endless war.
The white-bearded man looked up at the strange celestial phenomenon, his thick eyebrows furrowed tightly together like tangled steel.
His voice was deep and solemn: "It seems that the duel between Minos and the red-haired boy has entered its most intense and heated phase."
Whitebeard's face grew increasingly gloomy, like the sky before a storm.
They had been closely monitoring the fighting on the Serbian islands, but the situation was deteriorating rapidly, leading to despair.
Minos's hidden trump card was like a demon awakening from the abyss, suddenly producing two general-level and five near-general-level powerhouses out of nowhere.
In an instant, the situation on the battlefield was completely reversed, and the scales tipped mercilessly in Minos's favor.
One by one, the members of the Red-Haired Pirates fell to the ground under this sudden and powerful attack.
The Shadow Legion surged like a tidal wave, while the troops led by the five admirals were like ferocious wolves, completely crushing the Red-Haired Pirates.
The once mighty Red-Haired Pirates, which were once awe-inspiring on this sea, are now like a crumbling building, collapsing with a deafening roar.
It can be asserted that from this day forward, the once-renowned name of the Red-Haired Pirates will forever remain as dust in the past.
Thinking of this, Whitebeard felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on his heart, making it hard to breathe.
Even if he led the entire Whitebeard Pirates out in full force, he could not see even a glimmer of hope for victory in the face of Minos's unfathomable strength.
However, he had no choice but to join the fierce battle on the Serbian island.
This is not only about his lifelong fame and the glory of his white beard, but also about his lofty status on this turbulent sea.
Once he chooses to retreat, he will be like a tree without roots, having no place to stand in this sea where the strong rule.
Whitebeard took a deep breath, his powerful aura seemingly breaking through the oppressive atmosphere.
He whirled around, his eyes blazing, and roared at Marco and the others behind him in a booming voice: "Full speed ahead! Our fallen comrades cannot have died in vain! Minos must pay a terrible price for what he has done!"
With this impassioned command, the Whitebeard Pirates and their massive fleet, like roaring steel behemoths, surged forward, rapidly approaching the Serbian islands.
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At this moment, the battle on the Serbian island has entered its most thrilling and intense phase.
The smoke and dust that filled the battlefield slowly dissipated in the howling sea breeze, gradually revealing a horrific scene to everyone.
The Shadow Legion, as sinister as ghosts, and together with Puppet Number Four, had successfully killed Yasopp and his men.
These evil figures now stand atop the cold corpses of the Red-Haired Pirates members, their eyes cold and cruel as they coldly watch the remaining battle on the battlefield.
On one side of the battlefield, General Flying Dragon and Hawkeye were locked in fierce combat.
The two men's swordsmanship was unparalleled; their crisscrossing sword energies were like streaks of lightning, tearing through the void.
Each clash of the blades produced a deafening roar, and the pure swordsmanship duel left both sides locked in a stalemate.
Meanwhile, Rayleigh's fierce battle with Puppet Number Five also reached a stalemate.
Puppet Number Five, like a mad dog, relentlessly clung to Rayleigh. With his unpredictable movements and tenacious attacks, he made it difficult for Rayleigh to break free, forcing him into a protracted war of attrition.
In the heart of the battlefield, the battle between Shadow King Cheng Xiaoyu and Beckman has come to an end.
Cheng Xiaoyu, whose figure was as terrifying as a demon, was holding a long sword that flashed with black and purple lightning.
The tip of the longsword mercilessly pierced Beckman's body, lifting this core member of the Red-Haired Pirates high into the air. Cheng Xiaoyu raised his head and let out a deafening roar: "Red-Haired Pirates, you have been utterly defeated!"
With that roar, the atmosphere on the battlefield instantly plummeted to freezing point, becoming suffocatingly oppressive. It was as if even the air itself had solidified under this terrifying atmosphere, becoming incredibly heavy. At this moment, the annihilation of the Red-Haired Pirates seemed inevitable.
Minos, standing in the center of the battlefield, slowly emerged from the rubble, just in time to catch Cheng Xiaoyu's deafening roar.
The sound piqued Minos's interest. A red light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly scanned the entire battlefield using his Observation Haki.
An astonishing scene unfolded: "The spirit-formed Cheng Xiaoyu wielded a long sword, pierced Beckman's body, and lifted him high into the air."
Witnessing this scene, Minos couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure. He was very pleased that Cheng Xiaoyu had been able to defeat Beckman so quickly.
Minos then turned his gaze to the battlefield of the Shadow Legion, where the scene was equally captivating.
Members of the Shadow Legion and Puppet Number Four stood proudly atop the corpses of Yasopp and his companions, displaying their unparalleled power and majesty.
Minos chuckled lightly: "Two battlefields are already settled."
At this point, Minos's gaze sharpened, and he said coldly, "Then, the next step is to completely eliminate Rayleigh, Shanks, and the others!"
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P.S.:(◣_◢)