"Is this really... my Big Mouth True God form?"
Yamato looked around at the vast iceberg in disbelief, then turned her stunned gaze to Ragnar. Even having witnessed it herself, she still found it hard to accept.
It was precisely because she had seen it with her own eyes... that she couldn't believe what she saw.
The ability Ragnar had just used—was it truly her Mythical Zoan form?
At least... she couldn't freeze a tsunami large enough to swallow Marineford whole.
Even if she could, it would drain a massive amount of stamina, and the freezing process would take far longer.
There was no way she could summon a disaster-class blizzard with a single thought and turn a tidal wave into an iceberg in the blink of an eye... the way he just did.
"Did he really eat a Zoan-type fruit?"
"Anyone watching would swear that was the Ice-Ice Fruit!"
"First Marco's Phoenix, now her Mythical Beast power... Just what kind of monster did Kaido raise?"
"And what's even scarier... is that we still don't know if Ragnar's 72 Transformations even have a limit!"
...
As Ragnar displayed yet another powerful Mythical Zoan form, unleashing a different ability each time, both the battered Red Hair Pirates and the stunned Whitebeard Pirates—once hailed as the mightiest crew on the seas—were left speechless.
"Tch... he's still holding back."
Red-Haired Shanks narrowed his eyes, his face shadowed with unease.
He had already sensed Ragnar wasn't going all out during their earlier clash.
But he hadn't expected this.
The power Ragnar held back... was on a whole different scale.
"Gurarara... Three-Eyed Kid, you've got some skills!"
From the bow of the Moby Dick, Whitebeard placed his supreme-grade blade, Kusugawa Kirigari, down with a loud clang, then let out a booming laugh full of authority.
"I acknowledge you."
"What you said to me earlier, I'll let that slide."
"But the Red Hair Pirates... today, I, Whitebeard, will protect them."
"Who agrees? Who objects?"
Though he phrased it like a question, his voice cracked like thunder across the battlefield—an overwhelming pressure that could not be refused.
But the so-called "protected" Red-Haired Shanks and Ben Beckman showed no signs of relief.
Instead, their expressions turned grim. A scarlet glint flickered in their eyes—as if they'd sensed something dire.
"Whitebeard... you really are old."
Ragnar's eyes glowed a demonic red as he looked straight at the old Emperor.
"Do you still think... this is a world where you make the calls?"
Before Whitebeard could respond, Marco stepped forward, his face dark, his voice like frost.
"Ragnar... don't push it."
"No one in this sea has ever stopped my old man from protecting those he chooses."
"He only spares you because of his tolerance. But if you keep pushing your luck—then even if Pops forgives you, we won't."
"Don't think for a second the Whitebeard Pirates fear war."
Marco's sharp gaze pierced like talons as his wings flared behind him.
Ragnar sneered, unfazed.
"So the Phoenix is only this strong."
Then, his eyes locked back on Whitebeard.
"Remnants of a dead era... Have you fallen so far that you can't even see reality?"
"The question now isn't whether the Whitebeard Pirates dare to fight me."
"It's whether I'm willing to let your crew live."
The moment those words dropped, fury exploded.
Aside from Shanks and Beckman, every captain and crew member of the Whitebeard Pirates was incensed.
"Arrogant bastard!"
Diamond Jozu roared, and in a flash, most of his body was covered in gleaming diamond armor.
Flower Sword Vista abruptly drew the twin blades at his waist and swung them down in a flash.
"Vista, stop!"
Just as the swords reached mid-swing, Whitebeard's voice boomed across the deck.
"Dad?"
Though confused, Vista immediately halted his blades mid-air. He had no idea why Whitebeard ordered him to stop, but he obeyed without hesitation.
Before he could even ask, a woman's thunderous laughter—deep, bell-like, and laced with overwhelming Haki—echoed from afar.
"Hmm hmm hmm... is today some kind of celebration?"
"A tea party for the Four... no, the Five Emperors?"
"All the elusive monsters of the sea gathering in one place. How delightful."
One voice after another rang out, each layered with a pressure so suffocating that even the dark night trembled. Her laughter carried an imperial arrogance, so fierce that some pirates wondered if her mere words might scatter the clouds and send the moon into hiding.
"I didn't think she would show up..."
Hearing that unmistakable voice roll over the sea, Whitebeard's expression darkened.
He didn't like her. In fact, he loathed her more than Kaido—who had challenged him countless times without success.
"Charlotte Linlin..."
Red-Haired Shanks narrowed his eyes.
From afar, even without activating his Observation Haki, he could clearly see her—a massive, towering figure emerging through the moonlit fog, steadily approaching them from the dark sky.
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