One Piece: True Several Thousand Hands, rampaging across Marineford!

Kahn's tone grew increasingly agitated as he shouted, "We pirates don't use grand reasons to justify our actions. We simply love these islands and these people, so we protect them!"

"This battlefield is no longer about so-called justice; it's simply a matter of the victor taking all!"

Kahn revealed the true nature of the battle.

"Don't use the high-sounding excuse of justice as a pretext for your accompliceship of evil!!!"

"You can choose to leave this battlefield now!"

"I will deal with these unjust marines, because I am a pirate, and it is only natural for the two sides to fight each other."

Zephyr sensed the underlying message: once they actually brought these marines back, these marines... wouldn't face any punishment. Could a marine who did something like this really get back on track?

It's true that Zephyr doesn't kill Marines, but he usually sends most of the pirates he captures to Impel Down.

But who among these naval personnel can punish them?

Nobody's here!

After they returned, those who were to be promoted were promoted, and those who were to become rich became rich.

This kid gave himself the best reason.

No?

"If I leave, I won't be able to explain myself."

Is this all the justice you've got?

“I have never called my actions righteous,” Zeffa muttered in defense, agreeing with Kahn’s point.

The Navy's justice should be the justice of the civilians.

“Open your eyes wide and look at the way they’re looking at you!” Kahn pointed at the civilians who didn’t even dare to cry when they were sad, their faces filled with terror.

Zefa glanced at it, then felt too guilty to continue looking.

"If you withdraw from this battlefield, they might still continue to believe in your justice!"

Zephat trembled all over. He wanted to sew Kahn's mouth shut, but he couldn't help listening. "I...I know! I've never been to this island! And I've never seen you, you little bastard!"

Zefa abandoned the navy and fled to the sea at the fastest speed he had ever traveled, diving down and lifting the naval warship.

They fled in the sky.

They fled higher and higher.

They fled further and further away.

On the island, the depraved sailors looked at each other, their eyes filled with despair.

Chapter 48 A Single Spark Can Start a Prairie Fire (Please continue reading!)

"Do not!!!"

"This is impossible!!!"

"That bastard...he abandoned us! He tarnished justice!!!"

"..."

Kahn picked at his ear.

Humans are indeed creatures prone to double standards.

Hearing the words of these sailors was an insult to his ears.

But that's quite normal.

Most of the navies in this world are just coasting along.

They're not an army fighting for their beliefs.

It's just a slogan, a way to put oneself on the moral high ground.

These naval personnel were far less skilled than the mercenaries he had encountered in his previous life.

Not to mention higher-level troops.

Comparing naval soldiers to mercenaries is somewhat insulting to mercenaries, since they at least get paid to do their jobs.

No pretense, no affectation.

"Alright, everyone quiet down. I'm afraid I'll have to use a few more sword strikes to kill him..." Kahn stopped mid-sentence, gripping his sword with a surprised look in his eyes.

"You dare to try and lay a hand on me?"

A navy man was seen holding an elderly man hostage, with a knife to his neck and a menacing look on his face.

The other naval personnel applauded.

They followed suit, taking other civilians hostage, holding knives to their necks, and looking excited.

"Uh...you guys adapted to your other identities pretty quickly." Kahn's face was cold, and his tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

Navy? Pirates?

These two identities have changed countless times in the past.

What is justice?

There is no true justice in this world.

There is only one winner!

They keep talking about justice.

Such naval personnel are often of very bad character.

There are so few navy personnel like Zephyr; aside from being too kind, there are no other flaws.

"I don't dislike you; you have your own ways of surviving. But you come to my territory to kill, burn, loot, and destroy island after island. I can't help but feel the urge to wipe you all out." Kahn's face grew increasingly cold as he shouted, "I am a member of Wang Zhi's faction. I can no longer restore this island to its former state. The only thing I can do for you is to kill them all..."

The terrified civilians suddenly turned to look at Kahn and roared in unison, "Kill all these demons!"

"I don't want to live anymore!"

"Please kill them all!"

"Waaaaaah~"

"Did you hear what they said?" Kahn gripped his sword and charged forward, his killing intent palpable. "They... told me to kill you all!"

"bring it on!"

"Run away!"

"Go crazy!"

"Let me see what you're capable of!"

The navy was dumbfounded.

Many sailors dropped their hostages and fled for their lives without daring to linger for even a moment.

Some of the navy killed the hostages, but found that Kahn didn't care at all. Terrified, they also fled to the coast, hoping to escape to the sea where they would be safe.

When I return to Marine Headquarters, I will definitely report that damned Marine Zephyr!

A very small number of these sailors wanted to give orders and unite their group, but most of them were busy running away, so how many of them would listen to them?

Kahn didn't kill with every sword strike; each strike severely injured the marines, causing those who were still alive to let out painful cries, wails, and screams.

"No! Please, please save me! We're colleagues!!!"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!!!"

"Don't come any closer!!!"

"Aaaaaah! Mommy! I'm scared!!!"

The army collapsed like a house of cards!

The sailors running in front felt a chill run down their spines when they heard the screams coming from behind them. They wished they could use their legs as engines, fearing they couldn't outrun the other sailors.

Kahn was being pursued.

His hair, clothes, shoes... his whole body was covered in thick, foul-smelling blood, making him look like a demon from hell.

They came to earth.

Come and take these sailors away.

They pursued and killed him relentlessly.

The screams and wails that followed were all that remained.

On the island, the few surviving civilians raised their weapons, their eyes bloodshot and their faces contorted with rage, and pounced on the missing limbs of the sailors, venting their fury.

After a series of screams.

Some people returned to their homes with blank stares.

Another group of people continued to follow the trail of blood to deal with the surviving sailors.

They no longer knew the meaning of their lives; all they knew was that they had to seize this opportunity to kill all the sailors and find some relief for their souls.

On the coast.

Calm and calm.

One by one, figures fell on the beach.

They screamed, they wailed, they gazed at the sea.

Many naval personnel reached out their hands.

But they discovered that the sea was actually so far away from them.

The navy officer who was closest to the sea stretched out his hand, and the closest he ever got to the sea was just a few centimeters away.

Despair filled the eyes of all the sailors, their blood staining the seawater on the shore.

A blood-red figure sat on a rock by the sea.

Gazing at the vast ocean.