One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

Chapter 946 The Last Lesson

It must be said that Abel had a very accurate grasp of the situation.

As this seemingly endless army of undead trampled over the surging river of blood, tirelessly passing the Dragon Hunter Guild members, and charged toward the naval position.

The navy finally panicked!

They had only just seen a glimmer of victory and were waiting for the death of the Four Emperors, Abel, before launching their counterattack.

But suddenly, dark clouds covered the sun, completely blocking out the light!

They fought bravely enough, but they couldn't kill them all, they simply couldn't kill them all!

Even if every elite naval officer could take on ten or a hundred men, so what?

Even if Abel traded a thousand undead soldiers for the life of one navy soldier, he would still be making a huge profit.

Moreover, his undead army has no morale issues, nor is it afraid of death.

This is the scariest thing.

If we were facing a force of 100,000 elite naval troops who had set up their formations and were under command from the outset, we probably wouldn't be able to do anything about them for the time being.

But the undead army before them was a motley crew, their morale waning, their casualties heavy, their morale low, and their formations broken and uncoordinated.

The advantages became immediately apparent!

As one elite naval soldier after another was relentlessly whittled down, worn down, and exhausted by the fearless undead army, the remaining naval personnel finally succumbed to the pressure, threw down their weapons, and fled in despair.

And once there's one, there's bound to be a second.

This is a very dangerous sign on the battlefield. Once desertion becomes widespread, even a god descending to earth cannot stop the defeat of the war!

During the Marineford War in the original timeline, it was Akainu who ruthlessly killed all the deserters, using absolutely forceful methods to stop this phenomenon.

If Akainu were still alive at this moment, he would definitely do the same without hesitation.

But the problem is that Akainu is already dead.

Who can step forward at this time?

Is it still a crane?

Tsuru did notice the emergency, but she was completely held back by Hancock and couldn't stop it at all.

At this critical moment, what stood in the way of these deserters was an old man with a muscular body and a head of purple steel hair.

"You worthless bastards, stop right there!"

Zephyr's shout caused the navy soldiers to instinctively slow their pace.

As Zefa strode towards them, their expressions were a mixture of complex emotions: fear, confusion, and bewilderment.

Some people even couldn't resist drawing their weapons, but not at the pirates, but at Zephyr.

They knew what would happen to deserters on the battlefield.

death penalty!

Moreover, anyone can execute them immediately.

They didn't want to die, so they ran away.

But Zephyr is different. He is different from Akainu. In addition to the title of Black Arm, he is also known as the 'Non-Killing' Admiral.

This means that Zephyr fought countless pirates throughout his life, but never killed a single enemy.

"A beast in appearance but a saint in heart"—that's exactly the kind of person they are.

In the world of One Piece, there's a Batman who enforces the law.

Since he doesn't even kill pirates, he naturally wouldn't kill his colleagues, or even his former disciples.

So after he walked over, he first punched a deserter in front of him to the ground, and then, ignoring the knife and gun in the other man's hand, he used his strong arm to press him down onto his chest.

"Can you feel it? This vibrant heartbeat."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault as your instructor for not protecting you."

"But now that I'm here, if you're still afraid, stand behind me. I assure you, as long as this old body of mine hasn't collapsed, you'll be absolutely safe."

"My disciple would never desert!"

All the fleeing navy personnel around them were immediately stunned.

The person who was embraced by Zefa burst into tears instantly.

In the blink of an eye, all the marines stood in perfect unison behind Zephyr, gripping their weapons tightly, their eyes filled with unwavering determination.

Even when facing a terrifying army of the undead, their faces no longer showed fear.

Because they knew that the person standing at the front would shield them from everything.

Therefore, they must fight alongside that person until their deaths!

Master Zefa's disciples will never be deserters!

kill!

Zepha was like an unbreakable reef in the sea, allowing the river of blood to carry endless undead as it crashed against it.

With him as the arrowhead, the entire navy naturally formed a triangular square formation to resist the onslaught of the undead army.

Those on the outermost edge who can't hold on or get injured will be immediately pulled inside, and then those inside will push them out.

The tacit understanding built up through long-term training finally played a crucial role at this moment.

As a result, although the undead army had an absolute advantage in numbers, it was unable to break through the navy's formation in a short time, and the two sides were deadlocked.

"As expected, defeating the navy in one fell swoop is not as easy as I imagined."

"Whenever it comes to a critical moment, there are always people who can step up and turn the tide. Is this the foundation that the Navy has built up over the years?"

Seeing this, Abel couldn't help but sigh.

Although Zephyr's fate was changed because he detained Whitebeard Jr., and the final boomerang ended up hitting him instead.

But he has no regrets.

This ending is a million times better than the original story where he died at the hands of his former disciple, Kizaru.

Why is it called the ending?

Because he had already realized that Zephyr was now truly at his last gasp.

After each strike, his body convulsed and trembled.

At over 60 years old, defeating and knocking out San Juan Wolf is already incredibly impressive.

It's fair to say that Zephyr truly gave it his all to achieve this.

It's just that his injuries aren't easily visible on the surface.

What does it mean to be repeatedly swatted away by San Juan Wolf?

It's a miracle that he can still stand up now.

But for the sake of the navy, he resolutely stepped forward again at the critical moment, even though he knew that if he continued, he might die from exhaustion, but he persevered with sheer willpower.

Isn't this spirit also a form of true justice?

Among the navy that Abel admired, there was another name: Zephyr!

only……

Pity.

"Hang in there..."

"Just hang in there a little longer..."

"My body, please, move!"

Zefa's movements became slower and slower, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Until a certain moment, he stood there completely still.

Fresh blood flowed from his nose.

He stopped breathing.

He used his tenacious life to teach his disciples a final lesson.

The navy soldiers behind him were still fighting desperately, and one undead soldier after another passed by him, but they did not attack him.

It's as if this is a way of paying tribute to a great warrior!

Some people are born to stand tall and proud!

Chapter 947 Seeds Taking Root and Sprouting = Resurrection!

"Zeffa... even you went ahead of me?"

When Zefa's life force completely disappeared, Crane seemed to sense it and immediately showed a sad expression.

First it was Sengoku, then Garp, and now it's Zephyr's turn...

Of the comrades who joined the army together at the same time, she is now the only old woman left.

Crane couldn't help but reflect: was hastily launching this Marineford War really the right choice?

Was it really worth paying such a heavy price, resulting in mutual destruction with the Dragon Hunter Guild?

She closed her eyes slowly and helplessly, a tear sliding down her cheek.

But the next moment, she opened her eyes again, her gaze once more resolute.

What's the point of regretting it now that things have come to this?

All she could do was seize the moment and not let the sacrifices of Zhan Guo and others go to waste.

But now, the navy has run out of cards to play.