vncnus Chapter 342: The End!
Chapter 342: The End!
The sea breeze howled.
The navy's warships, like wounded giants, fled at full speed across the sea.
On the deck, there was only sorrow and despair.
Koby knelt at the stern of the ship.
His hands gripped the railing so tightly they tore through, his knuckles turning white.
Tears blurred his vision, but his eyes widened even more as he stared intently at the ever-shrinking Beehive Island.
That was the place where their teacher, Monkey D. Garp, chose to stay.
"Garp-sensei..."
The lark covered her mouth, crying so hard she was almost breathless, her body trembling violently with the waves.
"To save us... he..."
The marines all hung their heads.
The deck was deathly silent.
Everyone is blaming themselves.
If I were a little stronger.
If it's not a burden.
The old man known as the "Naval Hero" no longer had to face the pirates alone.
Just then.
The clouds parted.
A beam of golden light pierced through the clouds.
Like a meteorite.
Tearing open the gray sky.
A deafening sonic boom shot straight up the deck.
"Enemy attack?!"
"Alert! Alert immediately!"
The grieving marine instinctively raised his weapon.
Koby sprang up from the ground.
His legs were still weak, but he stood in front of everyone.
boom!
Golden light crashed down onto the center of the deck.
The entire warship suddenly sank.
The waves were pushed outwards and exploded, forming a white wall around them.
The smoke and dust cleared.
Everyone held their breath.
The gun was trembling, but he forgot to fire.
In the golden afterglow.
A man in a black trench coat stood with one hand in his pocket, his expression indifferent.
He was carrying a burly old man in his right hand.
Like carrying a tattered piece of luggage.
That is……
"Mr. Garp?!"
Koby let out a scream, his voice cracking from shock.
Chen Ye casually tossed the unconscious Garp onto the deck.
The old man's suit was tattered and worn.
The wound on my abdomen was terrifying, but it was covered by a layer of pale golden light and stopped bleeding.
Koby scrambled over there.
My knees were throbbing painfully, but I didn't react.
He reached out, his hand trembling, and touched Karp's nose.
Faint, but steady.
Koby went limp and collapsed next to Garp.
Tears welled up again.
I am happy.
"Alive...alive! Doctor! Quick, call a medic!"
The marines around them woke up.
They swarmed around them like madmen, shouting for a doctor.
In the chaos, someone looked at Chen Ye in horror.
"Who is that?"
"That mysterious person from the island before?"
"He rescued Lieutenant General Garp?"
Awe, fear, gratitude—all sorts of gazes mingled together.
But because of Chen Ye's aloofness, no one dared to approach him.
Chen Ye ignored all of that.
He glanced down at Koby, whose face was covered in tears and snot.
His gaze was unfathomable, and his approval flashed by in an instant.
Don't look back, just keep walking.
Chen Ye's voice was not loud.
Yet it pierced through the sea breeze and the noise, reaching everyone's ears.
"This guy's tough as nails, he won't die, he'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
Kobi suddenly looked up.
He opened his mouth wide, wanting to thank him, ask his name, and inquire what had happened.
But he didn't make a sound.
Ripples, like water, appeared in the space around Chen Ye's figure.
He was like a phantom that had been erased.
Disappeared.
Only the unconscious Garp on the deck proved that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.
Beehive Island.
This "Pirate Paradise" has been reduced to a desolate ruin.
The smoke of battle has not yet dissipated; only the wind weeps amidst the broken walls and ruins.
The Blackbeard Pirates' officers lay sprawled haphazardly in a corner of the plaza.
Like leaves shattered by a storm.
In the center of the square, at the edge of the giant pit.
Zefa was shirtless, revealing muscles as if cast in steel.
But their identities were still not exposed!
He stood there, his chest heaving violently.
Sweat streamed down the scars and dripped onto the cracked ground.
He was stepping on a person.
Former Admiral Kuzan.
That once spirited, carefree man now had a face so swollen he was unrecognizable.
The sunglasses shattered into pieces.
Her curly hair was stuck to her forehead with blood.
He wasn't dead, just unconscious, like a dead dog being trampled on by Zephyr.
"snort."
Zefa looked down at his disciple.
The tyranny in his eyes was gone, replaced only by disappointment and frustration.
He raised his hand and flicked the blood off his fist.
Kuzan's blood.
"This beating is now paid for."
Zefa's voice was hoarse, filled with a sense of relief.
"If you go astray, you have to fight your way back. I used to be reluctant, but now... I've had my fill of it."
He withdrew his foot, looked away from Kuzan, and turned to walk to the other side.
The storm had just stopped there.
The dragon stood with its back to Zefa.
He was within a hundred meters of him.
The ground looked as if it had been plowed by countless sharp blades.
An eerie smoothness.
Shiryu of the Rain lay prone in the pile of rubble.
The famous sword "Thunderstorm" broke in two.
His invisibility is useless against wind pressure.
He was covered in blood, his eyes rolled back, and he had passed out.
The tyrannical king Pizarro's enormous body was embedded in the rock.
My chest collapsed; I could only exhale, not inhale.
Barrel Basque Jotte is in an even worse situation.
He was swept into the air by the wind and then fell back down, his limbs twisted.
This was a crushing defeat.
The enraged dragon showed the world why he was called "the world's most vicious criminal".
The dragon turned around.
The tattoos on his face looked particularly menacing amidst the smoke and fire.
But his eyes had already returned to calm.
"it's over?"
Zefa walked over, glanced at the horrific scene around him, and grinned.
"You're even more ruthless than I am."
"They should be grateful."
Long spoke in a deep voice, straightening his disheveled collar.
"If it weren't for the need to avoid altering history, they would be corpses by now."
The air is distorted.
Chen Ye's figure landed between the two.
He glanced at Kuzan at his feet, then at Shiryu and the others who were half-dead in the distance, and clapped his hands.
"Slap, slap."
Applause echoed through the ruins.
"The performance is over. You two audience members may leave now."
Chen Ye snapped his fingers, a mocking smile on his face.
"Even though it's a 'future experience card,' you've exceeded expectations. So, how about it? Was this trip worth the price?"
Zefa snorted coldly.
He glanced back at Kuzan, who was lying on the ground.
The student who had once made him proud, disappointed him, and caused him heartache now lay quietly in the ruins.
"It was worth it."
Zefa turned around and strode toward the spacetime vortex that had opened behind Chen Ye.
His back was very straight.
"When I get back, I'm going to give those greenhorns a good talking-to. I don't want to see this kind of 'weak' justice again."
After saying that, he stepped into the portal without looking back and disappeared.
The dragon didn't move.
He stood still.
He took a breath to calm the surging blood and qi in his body.
His gaze passed through the ruins, across the coastline, and landed on the sea.
That's the direction in which the warship disappeared.
That was the direction his father and son were in.
A rare tenderness flashed in the eyes of this ruthless revolutionary leader.
That was the son's guilt towards his father, and also the father's expectations for his son.
"Thanks."
The dragon said in a low voice.
I don't know if it's for Chen Ye, or for that father who risked his life.
He withdrew his gaze, his eyes regaining their firmness and coldness.
He strode forward, his black cloak drawing a sharp arc in the wind, and followed Zephyr into the portal.
Chen Ye shrugged and took one last look at the devastated "future".
"The best is yet to come."
He chuckled softly, took a step back, and disappeared into the vortex.
hum-
Above the honeycomb island, the spacetime rift slowly closed and disappeared.
The wind stopped.
All that remained was a devastated battlefield.
A group of heavily wounded and unconscious pirates.
There was also a terrifying atmosphere in the air.
The group of people woke up.
They would only think it was a nightmare.
That demonic, black-armed instructor.
The man who rides the storm.
There are also monsters that cannot be detected.
They are ghosts of the past.
It leaves a scar on this vast sea.
Then go.