How can I become the Pirate King if you don’t work hard?.

Chapter 364 Clouds move in all directions
"By using pain, you've negated my charm?!"

Hancock leaped up and landed lightly on the deck of the warship. She looked down at the flying squirrel before her, her gaze indifferent.

"What amazing willpower!"

The praise sounded more like mockery to the flying squirrel, yet the current situation left him powerless to refute it.

Momonga's combat strength ranks among the top even among the vice admirals of the Marine Headquarters. Those who can overpower him are either admiral candidates or supreme powerhouses like Garp, whose strength cannot be judged by ordinary standards.

But at this moment.

In just one exchange, not only were the marines on the ship instantly subdued by Hancock, but even Hancock herself had to rely on pain to overcome her desires in order to avoid being petrified along with them!

These pirates, who are qualified to be called the Seven Warlords of the Sea, are all powerful figures who can command the winds and rains on this sea.

Besides her stunning beauty, the woman before me possesses the qualities of a king, a talent that only one in a million can match, and her immense power is beyond doubt.

The Love-Love Fruit's ability to petrify opponents is simply incredible!

This woman is far more dangerous than the Navy Headquarters predicted—countless times more dangerous!
The flying squirrel, pale-faced, slowly stood up, looked directly into Hancock's eyes, and spoke with unprecedented firmness:
"One month from now, the Navy will execute Portgas D. Ace, the second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, at Marineford. In order to deal with the possible attack by the Whitebeard Pirates, we are now recruiting the Seven Warlords of the Sea to participate in the battle!"

"Those who violate this rule will be stripped of their Shichibukai privileges!"

The sound fell to the ground.

The Amazonian lily warriors guarding the shore had already drawn their bows and arrows, their eyes fixed on the enemy. The arrows, covered in Armament Haki, made the flying squirrels on the deck feel like they had thorns in their backs.

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hancock didn't reply. With a graceful sway of her waist, she approached the flying squirrel step by step, her invisible aura spreading out, making the surrounding air seem a little heavier.

"I will not accept threats!"

"Even if I kill you here, my position will remain as solid as a rock. As for the reason..."

Hancock raised a hand to brush a strand of hair from her forehead, a slight smile playing on her lips. She exuded a murderous aura, yet appeared exceptionally captivating.
"That's probably because I'm just too beautiful!"

"You're being way too willful!"

The flying squirrel couldn't help but complain, but in the next instant, Hancock slapped it away with a fragrant kick and sent it crashing heavily into the cabin!
boom--!
A loud explosion suddenly rang out, shattered wooden planks flew everywhere, and the flying squirrel struggled to its feet, coughing up a mouthful of blood, no longer able to fight.

A chilling killing intent drew near!

The flying squirrel turned pale and suddenly spoke:
"The navy has mastered the technology of sailing in the doldrums, and the army can enter the waters of the Amazon Lily at any time."

"You know what this means."

"You can choose to take my life or the lives of these marines here, but you'd better think carefully about whether you can accept the price!"

Hancock hesitated for a moment, then suddenly quickened her pace.

The murderous intent, almost tangible, sent chills down the flying squirrel's spine.

madman!

A complete lunatic!
But at that moment, an anxious call came from the coastline, interrupting Hancock's actions.

"Hancock!"

Hancock turned her head with a cold face and saw Granny New, looking disheveled, rushing back from the distant forest, looking at her anxiously.

"No matter how willful you are, there has to be a limit!"

"You will destroy this country!"

Hancock stopped in her tracks and gradually calmed down.

As the empress of the Amazon Lily, how could she not know the importance of the Calm Belt?

Without this barrier, Amazon Lily is nothing more than a naked woman with her hands and feet bound and clothes removed, to the Navy, to be humiliated at will.

Having had such an experience herself, she knew far better than Grandma New York that in such situations, yielding and begging for mercy were useless and would only embolden the opponent to take advantage of the situation.

Only by showing their claws can they truly have a deterrent effect!

She didn't know if killing the flying squirrel here would anger the Navy, but she knew that if she obeyed the Navy at this time, the day when the Amazon Lily would be completely wiped out would not be far off.

This is a country with only women, no, only beautiful women, and beauty inevitably brings disaster.

Hancock ignored Granny Newt's anxious calls from the shore, lowering her gaze to the flying squirrel kneeling on the floor of the cabin. She suppressed her murderous intent, but her eyes still held an air of arrogance.

"If there is a next time, I will kill you on the spot!"

The flying squirrel breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the petrified sea ice around it, and gritted its teeth, saying:

"These marines are innocent..."

"Their petrification will be lifted in three hours. I will attend the Marine Headquarters meeting on time, but..."

Hancock reached out and brushed a stray hair from her forehead, a smile playing on her lips, but her eyes were icy cold:

"If I find any Navy or World Government ships in the calm zone near Amazon Lily, I will bury them in the ocean forever."

"I will relay your words..."

Before the flying squirrel could finish speaking, Hancock had already vanished from the cabin.

He looked at his injuries and fell into a long silence.

A few hours later.

The warship slowly sailed away from the doldrums.

The petrified marines are still somewhat dazed.

Many people still frequently see Hancock's face in their minds, and a look of infatuation appears on their faces.

But for most people, the expression on their faces was one of awe.

Awe of the title of Shichibukai and those who are given that title.

The flying squirrel's wounds had been bandaged. Recalling the brief but one-sided battle, he instinctively gripped the longsword at his waist.
"Is this the Pirate Empress Boa Hancock?!"

"Such power is unparalleled even among the Seven Warlords of the Sea. Apart from Hawkeye, no one else is likely to be his match."

"And then there's the power of the Love-Love Fruit..."

"Another formidable monster!"

"And how strong are Hawkeye and Knight Gawain, who are far above her?!"

A sense of panic inexplicably rose in the flying squirrel's heart, and for the first time, it began to question the decisions made by the Warring States period.

The public execution of Roger's son will inevitably trigger even greater and more unexpected events.

Whether this is good or bad, no one knows.

The sea surface was surging with waves, and as the waves crashed, sea creatures leaped out of the water and crashed back down, splashing up a series of sprays of water!
Shortly after the Navy left, Hancock also boarded a Kuja ship and headed to Navy Headquarters.

When the Calm Belt was breached by the Navy, her status as a Shichibukai became far more important to her than before.

Almost at the same time Hancock left, a ball-shaped bubble swept across the sky above Amazon Lily, crashing into several mountain peaks before finally stopping.

After counting the breaths.

A boy wearing a straw hat and with three scars under his eyes walked out of the ruins in a daze, only to be greeted by arrows covered in Armament Haki.

call out!
call out!
call out!
……

……

……

Before the autumn wind blows, the cicadas are already aware of it.

The news that Roger's son was about to be executed had not yet been made public by the Navy's high command, but it was hardly a secret to the powerful figures active on the high seas.

Dressrosa.

Doflamingo leaped out of the window, stepping on silk threads, and raced through the clouds towards Marineford.

His eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, reflected an indescribable madness!

"Fufufufufufufu-!"

"The son of the Pirate King?!"

"A battle between the Marine Headquarters and the world's strongest pirate crew?!"

"No!" "Not only that!"

"This is the prelude to an era!"

Doflamingo possesses vision far exceeding that of ordinary people, and his judgment and grasp of the situation are second to none among pirates.

Natural beings can see things that ordinary people cannot.

"The Navy's influence is declining, the balance of the Four Emperors has been broken, the world is going crazy, and Roger has led the Great Pirate Era to its climax!"

"Regardless of the outcome of this battle, the landscape of the ocean will be reshaped!"

"Because justice will prevail!"

Ode——!
Doflamingo's figure swept across the sky and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

……

Kraikana Island.

Hawkeye sheathed his longsword, took a towel to dry the sweat from his body, draped his coat over his shoulders, and slowly walked out of the castle.

His physique was much stronger than before, a result of a year of arduous training.

After being defeated by Gawain in the Sabaody Archipelago, he felt much calmer, simply because he now had a goal to pursue in this world.

The loneliness of being at the top is long gone.

Now he is ready to launch another assault on the throne of the world's greatest swordsman!
Wow!
Black Blade Night emitted bursts of buzzing sounds, as if responding to Hawkeye's pure and restless heart.

"Can you feel it too?! The battle is about to begin!"

Hawkeye's lips curled slightly as he pushed open the castle gate and walked step by step toward the warships on the shore.

An invisible force was brewing around him, pressing down on the human imitators scattered throughout the dense forest, making it difficult for them to raise their heads. Even the birds in the sky flapped their wings and flew far away, fearing that they would be hurt by that invisible blade!
"Knight Gawain will also be at Marine Headquarters. It's time to reclaim the title of the world's greatest swordsman!"

"Besides, I'm also very eager to see just how far I am from being the strongest in the world!"

……

at the same time.

New world.

A brutal war had just ended. Dozens of warships responsible for guarding the waters near Whitebeard's territory were completely annihilated.

And this battle, from beginning to end, lasted only a moment, or rather, a single punch—a punch that shattered the sky and tore the sea apart!
Whitebeard stood on the deck, holding a sword.

All around were the Whitebeard Pirates' elite forces, who had already assembled, along with more than forty affiliated pirate crews, densely packed together, almost completely occupying the sea surface.

This is a force powerful enough to shake the world, and it is the combined force of Whitebeard's decades of conquering the seas, with all those he called his sons gathered here.

However, the white-bearded man standing on the deck at this moment had a rather pale face.

He gripped the long sword, Murakumogiri, tightly in his hand, barely managing to stay upright and not fall.

"Dad..."

Marco looked worried.

As a ship's doctor, no matter how unwilling he was to accept it, he could not question the judgment based on medical skills.

Whitebeard's body had already reached its limit, and he was only holding on by sheer willpower.

The anger dissipated.

Whitebeard's time has come.

After this battle, regardless of whether Ace was able to escape, Whitebeard's fate was sealed.

"I am fine."

Whitebeard waved his hand, his lips still bearing that same bold smile.

He sat casually on the deck, looking at the pirate crew drifting on the distant sea, his eyes filled with not only satisfaction but also reminiscence.

"What do you think Roger was thinking back then?!"

"I didn't understand before, but now I understand to some extent why that guy created this era."

"What a crazy and wonderful era!"

"Well~"

You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you.

Whitebeard chuckled self-deprecatingly, placing a hand on Marco's shoulder:

"I won't give up so easily until I rescue Ace."

“You’re not the oldest, but you’re the strongest and most respected. You…”

Marco spoke up, interrupting Whitebeard:
"Ace is coming back, and you're coming back too!"

Whitebeard remained silent, but reached out and stroked Marco's head as he had done before.

No one knows his own physical condition better than he does.

The disease has progressed to a critical stage and is beyond cure.

Even the strongest in the world will eventually grow old and succumb to the passage of time.

"My life has been wonderful enough, and my dreams have already been realized by you."

The white-bearded man's expression softened further, and his eyes hardened.

"I have no regrets."

"Dad, you..."

Marco lowered his eyes and looked at the shimmering seawater in the distance.

Whitebeard was determined to die, a fact that could not be hidden from him, nor could it be hidden from him, who was also the ship's doctor.

Perhaps ending on the grandest stage was a good ending for Whitebeard.

The tides rise and fall; the times are like a stage, some enter and some leave, yet there is always a sense of discontent in people's hearts...

The sea wind suddenly became noisy, making the flag on the Moby Dick flutter wildly.

The father and son sat quietly on the deck, gazing into the distance.

At one moment, the white-bearded man suddenly raised his head, looked at the distant sea, and his gaze sharpened slightly:
"This is……"

Marco followed the white-bearded man's gaze and looked into the distance.

The end of sight.

A warship slowly approached.

This warship is almost identical in design to the Navy Headquarters warships, but the naval flag it flies is completely different, resembling a long sword piercing through the pirate's head from top to bottom.

"Neo Navy... Zephyr?!"

Whitebeard, leaning on Murakumogiri, slowly stood up and gazed at the Neo Navy warship approaching from afar.

As far as the eye could see, there stood Zephyr, the former admiral and now the neo navy commander, also on the deck, equally old, yet his entire being exuded a madness that belied his age.

“They are not hostile.”

“The Neo Navy would not choose to attack us at this time. Although Zephyr’s strength is average, his strategic vision is not bad.”

Whitebeard stopped his subordinates from being on guard and allowed Zephyr to pilot the warship into the Hundred Regiments' fleet.

Woo——!
After a blast of its horn, the warship anchored on the spot and docked with the Moby Dick.

Whitebeard caught the flask Zephyr tossed to him, his fingertips tracing the bottle's surface, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"I never thought I'd get to drink your wine one day."

He took a sip of his drink and then focused his gaze on Zefa, but his pupils suddenly contracted in the next instant!

"I can restore you to your peak combat strength in a short time!"

(End of this chapter)