One Piece: The Max-Level Blacksmith of Marineford

The soldiers standing nearby, with their hammers nearby, were trying not to laugh at the patched-up dog-head warship.

After all, Iron Hammer's expression was really serious at this moment.

Once the "patch" icon disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Hahahahaha!"

A boisterous laugh rang out from the harbor.

All the soldiers were taken aback, and were about to see who was the first to laugh out loud.

But when everyone found the source of the laughter, they were stunned.

Because the one laughing was none other than Iron Hammer, the creator of the "patch".

"Iron Hammer, did you deliberately make Vice Admiral Garp's flagship look like that?"

Upon seeing him smile, Captain Lance, who knew him best, immediately realized what was going on.

"Yeah, don't you think it's quite interesting for a dignified naval hero to be sailing a warship full of patches?"

"Hahahaha!"

Despite the astonished looks of the soldiers, Iron Hammer continued to laugh heartily.

Seeing that Lance was about to say something, Iron Hammer reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, although it looks terrible, it's definitely fixed."

"I've taken care of all the damage from the previous battle."

"Moreover, some of those steel plates have been given certain properties, but we don't know if they will be triggered."

When the topic of attributes came up, a glint of light flashed in Iron Hammer's eyes.

Even he didn't expect that an ordinary steel plate would trigger that kind of property.

Wow, that really opened his eyes.

"Alright, now that Vice Admiral Garp has set off, we don't need to stay here anymore."

"Otherwise, by the time he comes to his senses, we'll still have to face the terrifying Roger Pirates."

Lance: .....

What you said seems to make a lot of sense.

Set sail!

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Chapter 43 A Clash of Titans: The Italian Cannon Fires!

Two hours later.

The waters near Jilong Island in Beihai.

"Fist-Bone Meteor Shower!!"

Countless shells formed a dense barrage in the air, hurtling towards the Roger Pirates' flagship, the Oro Jackson, at an alarming speed.

boom!

The pirate ship was surrounded by towering waves of seawater.

"Roger!! Don't run!! This time I'm going to take you down!!!"

On the patched-up dog-head warship's bow, Garp, his face resolute, rolled up his sleeves, roared angrily, and hurled shells at the enemy like a windmill.

"Hahaha!! Garp! Are your warships covered in old lady patches?"

A mocking laugh rang out from the USS Oro Jackson, which was surrounded by a barrage of fire in the distance.

It was Gol D. Roger.

The word "patch" was like a sharp sword piercing Garp's chest.

"Damn it! Roger! If it weren't for you, would my warship be in this state?!"

"Don't run, you bastard!"

"Fist bone! Meteorite!"

Enraged, Garp hurled another cannonball with all his might.

Amidst another burst of laughter, Roger drew his famous sword, Ace, from his waist. With a single stroke, he cleaved the cannonball in two.

"Then you shouldn't chase after it. Otherwise, how did your warship get damaged?"

"Damn it! Bogard, bring all the shells! I'm going to sink it!"

Kapu was so angry he was practically fuming.

Upon hearing Garp's order, the naval soldiers on deck immediately sprang into action, continuing their tireless work of moving shells.

Now we need to speed things up even more.

Rows of black shells were placed on a conveyor belt and delivered to Garp.

Garp threw the cannonballs even more vigorously.

A pirate ship and a warship then engaged in a chase.

"Hurricane! Tornado!"

Not to be outdone, Dragon, also on the ship, conjured up hurricanes with his hands and hurled them at the Oro Jackson.

If Iron Hammer were here, he would definitely exclaim, "Wow! Dongzhang! Whirlwind Fist!"

Unfortunately, the hammer is gone.

"Hmph, brat, this battlefield is still too early for you."

A well-built man wielding two axes immediately appeared, swinging them in a cross shape and shattering Dorrag's tornado.

It was Jabba, the third-in-command of the Roger Pirates.

"Hmph! Jabba!"

A cold glint flashed in Dragon's eyes, and the tornado reappeared.

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"Iron Hammer, we're about to leave the North Sea and enter the Grand Line."

"Hmm... I need to get out of here quickly, I have a bad feeling about this..."

Iron Hammer, unusually, did not go into the lounge to work on the iron; instead, he stood on the deck looking into the distance.

At that moment, a dark cloud suddenly appeared in the distant sky, and the sound of lightning striking down was oppressive.

"What's wrong, Hammer?"

"Does something feel off?"

Hammer didn't respond; his eyes were fixed on the dark cloud.

"Turn around that thundercloud."

"what?"

Iron Hammer's words surprised Lance.

He had never seen Iron Hammer look like this before on this voyage.

Cautious, meticulous, even at the cost of changing course.

Just as Lance was about to order the soldiers to turn around, Hammer's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"It's too late! Everyone, prepare your weapons, get ready for battle!"

The next second, the hammer soared into the air and landed on the sail.

What did he see in his eyes?

Beneath the dark clouds, countless shells crashed into the sea, creating waves.

A pirate ship was speeding towards them.

Behind the pirate ship, a dog-headed warship was giving chase.

"Damn it, that's the Roger Pirates."

"We started in the opposite direction, so why did we still run into them!"

At this moment, all Iron Hammer could think of was "mmp," but he didn't know whether he should say it or not.