"Vice-Captain Beckman…"
"How is this possible?!"
"Beckman!"
"Ahhh—!"
"Everyone from the Elior Pirates must die! I'll avenge Vice-Captain Beckman!"
From a distance, the members of the Red-Haired Pirates had witnessed Beckman's horrific end. Not only had he been brutally beaten by the combined assault of Bullet and Shiryu, but both of his arms had been destroyed—Bullet tearing one off, and Shiryu severing the other.
And the final blow… it was so cruel that many couldn't bear to look at it.
Their beloved vice-captain—respected without limit—had been completely shattered by Shiryu's attack, everything below his head reduced to mangled flesh. His severed head was then kicked away like a football by Bullet.
How humiliating and brutal could one death possibly be?
Seeing this, the Red-Haired Pirates trembled—not out of fear, but because their rage had reached its peak.
Beckman's death ignited them completely. Their combat power surged; those who had been afraid a moment earlier now fought like fearless beasts.
Even foot soldiers of the Three Emperors Alliance were being torn apart by enraged red-haired crew members.
The power of fury was terrifying.
But they were still just foot soldiers. For the Yonko-level monsters — Elior, Big Mom, and Kaido — they were expendable. There were countless more to replace them.
The Red-Haired captains were also overwhelmed with fury, their strength rising sharply with their emotions.
But the problem was that each of them had to face not just the Elior Pirates, but also Big Mom's forces and Kaido's Beasts Pirates.
Every Red-Haired officer was fighting at least two elite enemies.
For example, Yasopp was facing Crocodile, Weevil, and Jack the Drought.
And now, Yasopp's left hand had already been cut off by Weevil.
Yasopp—known as one of the three core officers under Shanks, along with Beckman and Lucky Roo—was the world's strongest marksman. His accuracy allowed him to shoot the eyebrow of an ant from a distance.
But what made him powerful was his sniping ability—not his close-range combat.
Even so, his Haki was nothing to underestimate.
But now, forced into a melee against three monsters, Yasopp stood no chance.
Weevil had sliced off his left hand without hesitation. Foolish as he was, Weevil never held back—he only understood brute force.
Jack and Crocodile were also overwhelming opponents.
And truthfully, the allied forces didn't even have enough targets. Many powerful fighters were simply standing by, watching. Any fleeing red-haired pirate unlucky enough to cross their path was killed instantly.
Their goal was simple: leave no one from the Red-Haired Pirates alive. It didn't matter how they died—as long as they died.
The Red-Haired Pirates were known for their elite structure: fewer than twenty core members, and a few thousand lower-ranked crew members.
But those fewer than twenty core fighters were now being crushed by the commanders of the three Yonko alliance. Several top fighters hadn't even stepped in yet. Kaido hovered in the sky, waiting for Elior to finish off Shanks. Occasionally, Kaido launched fireballs or heat breath, burning or melting the red-haired foot soldiers alive.
Big Mom remained mostly idle as well—merely watching.
Many powerful fighters were simply waiting for the Marine to arrive. The real battle would begin then.
As for the Red-Haired Pirates—despite their reputation as the most balanced and disciplined Yonko crew — the overwhelming power of the three Yonko alliance left only one possible outcome:
Complete annihilation.
There was no doubt.
"Damn it… is this how I'm going to die…?"
Yasopp lay on the ground. Unable to avoid Crocodile's attack earlier, his legs had been severed.
Blood surged out and was quickly absorbed by the sand.
He couldn't stand—could barely even sit upright.He had already lost his left hand to Weevil.
Now, the only limb he had left was his right hand.
His face had gone pale from blood loss.
Yasopp understood that today was his end.
He already knew Beckman was dead. His anger burned fiercely, but anger alone couldn't change his fate.
He had hoped to one day return to the East Blue—his homeland.To his wife and child.
Especially his son—Usopp.
But now, that dream was gone.
"Damn it! Do you think I'm so easy to kill?!"
"I'll avenge Beckman—and all my brothers!"
"Ahhhh!"
Yasopp roared. Thinking of his family, Beckman, and his crewmates, a desperate surge of strength flooded through him.
He prepared to unleash his ultimate technique—but with only one hand remaining, it took longer to charge.
At that moment, Weevil raised his sword high. The strike was aimed directly at Yasopp's head. If it landed, it wouldn't just crush his skull—his entire body would be split in half.
"Hey, hey, you stupid idiot—leave this guy to me."
Jack, in full mammoth form, barreled forward, smashing Weevil aside. As Yasopp was moments away from firing his final attack, Jack swung his massive trunk.
It came down on Yasopp's head.
BOOM.
Yasopp's skull exploded instantly.
Jack's trunk was "just" a nose—but its power was no less than Weevil's blade.
His head burst like a watermelon struck by a hammer.
It was a gruesome sight.
His headless body remained upright for a few seconds, right hand still clutching his rifle in the firing position, before collapsing.
Yasopp—one of the three top officers of the Red-Haired Pirates—had fallen.
A death just as tragic as Beckman's.
Equally horrifying.