I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

“Speaking of which, Sig, I haven’t fought you in all these years, have I?” Roger suddenly said.

Whitebeard nodded in agreement.

The Golden Lion's expression darkened slightly, but his fighting spirit was reignited, and he looked coldly at Sieg.

The atmosphere became tense again, but this time their attacks were not directed at each other, but rather at Sieg.

A failure to save face.

Sig was very embarrassed.

But without realizing it, the atmosphere has eased a bit compared to before when a fight could break out at any moment.

"As expected of Boss Sig, his words are brimming with domineering power," one of the bandits remarked.

"Although our boss Sig didn't participate in the war, he's probably no weaker than them."

"You only see this one floor?" Chloe pushed up her glasses with the heel of her hand and chuckled softly.

"Listen carefully and learn carefully. Boss Sig's words are clearly an attempt to deflect blame."

"The three men turned their attention to Boss Sig, and the tension soon eased. Boss Sig's move was brilliant... It's a pity that others don't have his strength and status, and they can't learn from him."

"So that's how it is..."

"Brother Kro, I get it now." The bandits all suddenly realized.

Just then, a figure walked over from the side. His shiny bald head reflected the sunlight, making him look like a glowing hard-boiled egg, which attracted the attention of Kro and the others.

The bald man arrived, still wearing that enigmatic smile.

“Crow, you’ve done very well. Your understanding of ‘Sig’s Sayings’ has reached a whole new level.”

"Sikashi... this only goes up to the second level."

"Please teach me, bald brother," Kro quickly asked.

The bald man smiled, first pointing to the pirates who were still arguing about the strength of the three sides:

"Look at them arguing about who's the strongest, will they ever reach a conclusion?"

Kro was startled:

"No, pirates settle things with their fists. Who can persuade someone with just words..."

"That's right," the bald man said with a smile.

"Sig meant that arguing about who is stronger and tearing apart combat strength is meaningless, which is why he stopped their quarrel."

Ultimately, the only way to determine who is stronger is through a fight. What's the point of verbally determining who is stronger? Does the stronger always win?

"If we played the game at a different time and place, the result might be different."

"I see, I understand now." Kro said in a moment of realization.

At that moment, when he looked around at the pirates who were still arguing and tearing each other apart over their combat strength, he suddenly felt like laughing.

"This kind of topic actually has a market, so it seems like it would be quite suitable for a tabloid on Baidu Tieba."

"This is a good topic; our newspaper might be able to make a profit from it."

"I've even thought of a title: 'Shocking! A World-Shaking Battle in the New World: Who is the Strongest of Our Time?'"

The bald man's eyes lit up: "You've learned to apply what you've learned to other situations...that's really good."

............

the other side.

All three looked at Sieg, eager to try, their fighting spirit gradually rising.

Back when Roger and his two companions were young and inexperienced, Sig was already the vice-captain, second only to Rocks, and his strength was something Rocks was quite wary of.

But apart from the Golden Lion, neither of the other two had ever seriously fought Sieg.

Right now, their fighting spirit has been ignited by Sieg's arrogant words.

Sieg's eyes twitched, but he forced himself to remain calm. He simply took out a wine bottle from his inventory and poured a bowl for each of the three people in front of him.

"Since you all want to fight me, then... who goes first, and who goes last?"

"You don't mean I have to fight three against one, do you?" Sig said calmly.

"I'll go first." The three spoke one after another, then looked at each other and their faces darkened.

Sig's expression was solemn, and his voice rose slightly.

“You don’t want to take turns fighting me, nor do you want to gang up on me, and neither do I.”

“All three of you were injured in the battle just now. I could not bring myself to fight you all in your current state.”

He slammed down the wine bowl in his hand, stood up, and stood by the cliff, the sea breeze making his robes flutter.

"Throughout my life, I, Sieg, have always acted with integrity and would never take advantage of someone in distress."

"We'll talk about the duel another day."

The three of them were stunned for a moment. Although they didn't know what was wrong, it did sound reasonable...

Finally, Roger smiled and broke the deadlock:

"That's interesting. We'll talk about it another time." He quickly changed the subject.

"So many changes have happened in this era, which is also a good thing."

Roger glanced at Shiki; the dual Devil Fruit abilities he had previously witnessed had indeed greatly shocked him.

"The seas ahead may be even more dazzling than those of the old era. Is this the worst era of pirates ever?"

Apart from Rocks, the strongest of the old era have returned to their peak.

Not only that, after the Impel Down war, many great pirates who had been imprisoned for many years were able to get out of prison.

For pirates, this might be the most dangerous era ever.

Sieg shook his head: "No, the worst times are yet to come. It will be even more dangerous and chaotic afterward."

According to Sig, based on the original storyline, the new generation will eventually surpass the current Four Emperors, shatter the old order, and compete to become a new Pirate King.

But when Golden Lion and the others heard this, they had a different understanding.

"Are they talking about Barrett and the others?" Roger wondered.

The Fifty-Six Emperors of Impel Down, led by Barrett and Lone Red, will gradually return to their peak strength or even surpass their respective peak strength after being released from prison.

For example, Barrett, who has been training in seclusion for ten years, is very likely to continue to get stronger.

Whitebeard gazed at his sons in the distance, his eyes filled with expectation.

"The future...."

The Golden Lion laughed loudly, picked up his wine bowl, drank the wine in one gulp, then looked up at Sieg and said in a deep voice:

"Sig, let's settle things once and for all in the future."

He put down his wine bowl, his body floated up, and he had already joined the rest of the Flying Pirates, gradually ascending into the sky.

Golden Lion can drink and converse with opponents he has just fought to the death with, but his subordinates find it difficult to adapt.

He only drank one bowl of wine, and then, amidst the farewells of the crowd, he left with his men.

Roger watched the golden lion leave and whispered:

"It would be good to meet Shiki before leaving the Grand Line."

Sig then asked, "Why not ask Shiki for help? Let him use the power of the Float-Float Fruit to take you back to the East Blue. That way, you won't need the Snake Current."

Roger shook his head: "He won't agree."

He then raised his wine bowl again:

"Come on, let's keep drinking."

He had just finished speaking.

Suddenly, a figure approached from afar, exuding a heavy, oppressive aura that made Roger and the others turn their heads.

It's Ah Ling.

She carried a large, half-soaked bundle on one shoulder and gripped a giant sword tightly in the other, her killing intent radiating outwards without any attempt to conceal it, as she walked step by step from a distance.

“Bitch—” she bit her lip and said fiercely.

"Bitch?" Roger and the others were completely bewildered, watching Ah Ling walk towards them step by step with a slightly blank expression.

"You soaked the snacks I brought, you definitely did it on purpose, didn't you...?"

She put down the large package in her hands, leaped up, and slashed fiercely at the white-bearded man with the greatsword in her hand, which gleamed with a chilling light.

There was a local sound.

Whitebeard sat down on the ground and raised the Murakumo Chess to block the attack.

He looked up, his face full of confusion:

"The person you just called out to... was me?"

"Stop pretending. I just overheard what your sons were saying about Sig behind his back..." Ah Ling retorted confidently.

"Is there anyone else besides you, you bitch?"

Whitebeard: ?

Marco and others: ? ? ?

The crowd fell silent.

Roger, who was drinking, spat out his drink and stared in disbelief at Whitebeard and Alyn.

Whitebeard wasn't angry; he just looked at Sieg with a speechless expression.

As a great pirate, Whitebeard had countless infamous reputations, but this was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

“I think there must be some misunderstanding here…” Sig was also a bit stumped.

Among the crowd, only Stusi was slightly startled.

She frowned and stared intently at Ah Ling, vaguely recalling something from a long, long time ago.