The natural system started off strong, but the navy finally reached its peak!

If Gurn makes a move now, among the Revolutionary Army present, apart from himself, probably none of them will be able to leave alive!

Dorag's eyes quickly swept across the surroundings, calculating the retreat route.

At the same time, he lowered his voice and said to Ivankov beside him, "Prepare to retreat. If fighting breaks out, prioritize the protection of civilians."

“A quake…” Ivankov’s expression turned grave; he had clearly recognized Gern as well. “Haha! This is truly the worst-case scenario!”

Dragon took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, then looked directly at Gern and said in a low voice...

“Gern… I didn’t expect to see you here.”

"What?" Gern's lips curled into a slight smile, his hands in his pockets, his tone casual yet carrying an undeniable air of pressure.

"Old friends meeting again, not welcome?"

Dragon remained vigilant; he knew that Gern's "laziness" was merely a facade.

When this man gets serious, the entire city could collapse under his influence.

"Are you here to arrest me?" Dragon asked in a deep voice, while secretly gathering his Haki, ready to fight at any moment.

Gern did not answer immediately, but looked around, his gaze sweeping over the armed civilians, the wounded revolutionary soldiers, and the still-burning royal palace in the distance.

Finally, his gaze returned to Dragon, and he chuckled, "If I were here to arrest you, do you think you'd still be standing here talking to me?"

Dorrag frowned, his mind racing as he considered Gern's intentions.

Meanwhile, Gern slowly drew his black sword, Eight Desolations, as the grayish-white bandages crumbled inch by inch, revealing the pitch-black blade.

Dragon's muscles tensed instantly, and the revolutionary soldiers around him also raised their weapons, creating a tense atmosphere.

However, Gern simply tapped the tip of his knife lightly on the ground, pursed his lips, and said calmly, "Drag, you've changed quite a bit!"

After a moment of silence, Dragon finally spoke: "It's not that I've changed, but that I've finally seen this world clearly."

“Oh?” Gern raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re going to be a ‘revolutionary’ now?”

"I've simply found my own true 'justice'!!" Dragon scoffed.

"Justice delayed is justice denied—you said that, Gern."

Dorag took a step forward, his dark green cloak fluttering in the wind.

"The world government is now corrupt beyond measure, the Celestial Dragons trample on the dignity of ordinary people, and the nobles of the member states leech off the people's wealth..."

Would you still be willing to wield a sword for such 'justice'?

Gern did not answer immediately, but instead raised his hand to signal Lipo and Tesoro to step back.

“Dorag.” Gern’s voice was calm, yet carried a subtle, almost imperceptible complexity.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you wouldn't have been so direct in inviting a navy officer to join the Revolutionary Army before."

"Because I have seen the truth!" Dragon opened his arms wide, as if to embrace the entire battlefield.

"The Navy is nothing but a puppet of the World Government. True justice must be fought for by everyone!"

So... Gern, join me!

With your abilities and vision, we can completely change the world!

Gern's gaze swept across the surroundings. Amidst the ruins, civilians held makeshift weapons, their eyes gleaming with hope.

The revolutionary soldiers looked resolute, as if they could already see the dawn of victory.

Seeing this, he remained silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled: "Dorag, your ideals are lofty, but your methods are too naive."

"Naive?" Dorag frowned.

"Does overthrowing an old world guarantee that the new world will be better?" Gern countered.

"Are the 'people' you speak of truly ready to embrace the changes you bring?"

The bravest warrior who slays a dragon... may ultimately become the dragon himself!

"Ha." Dragon's eyes were sharp as knives: "Does the fear of failure just allow injustice to continue to exist?"

"Gern, this isn't like you!"

"My style?" Gern shook his head. "I'm just a navy officer. My job is to maintain order, not create chaos."

"Order?" Dragon sneered. "Your so-called order is nothing but a fig leaf for the oppressors!"

The standoff between the two seemed to freeze the air around them. The revolutionary soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, and Ribo and Tesoro were also on edge.

Just then, Gern suddenly sighed and took an object out of his pocket.

It was a rough shoe sole with the four crooked characters "Education of Love" engraved on the edge.

"I almost forgot the important matter." Gern shook the "Supreme Great Shoe Board" in his hand, a playful smile curving his lips.

"This is a 'symbol of fatherly love' that Lieutenant General Garp asked me to bring to you."

Dorag's expression froze instantly: "Father?"

“He said…” Gern’s figure vanished abruptly, and the next second he was in front of Dragon, his left hand suddenly yanking out.

"He didn't invite his father to his wedding? Is that even possible?! You bastard!"

"Snapped!!!"

The crisp sound echoed across the square. Dorag was sent flying by the shoe, a clear shoe print instantly appearing on his left cheek.

The revolutionary soldiers were dumbfounded, and even Tesoro couldn't help but facepalm: "They really did make their move after all..."

“You…” Dragon touched his burning cheek, the shock in his eyes gradually turning into a helpless smile.

"After all these years, he's still the same..."

“Fatherly love is like a mountain.” Gern put away the shoe sole, his tone becoming more relaxed.

"But Dragon, are you really sure? There's no turning back on this path."

Dorrag took a deep breath, his expression hardening again: "I have never been so clear-headed."

"Gern, even you cannot shake my resolve."

"I received Garp's 'greetings'," Dragon said coldly.

"But now, I don't have time to play these father-son games with you."

“Playing?” Gern’s smile faded, his eyes sharpening. “You think I’m playing?”

The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

Libo blinked and muttered, "Tesoro, didn't we come here to fight? How did we end up chatting?"

"Say less," Tesoro said, rubbing his forehead, and pulled out a carrot. "Eat a carrot yourself first!"

“Gern, I don’t want to fight you.” Dorag took a deep breath, his dark green cloak fluttering even without wind.

"Get out of the way. The people of this country need freedom, not continued enslavement."

"Freedom?" Gern scoffed. "Can freedom bought with war truly be what you desire?"

"It's better than sitting here and waiting to die!" Dragon suddenly raised his hand, and a gust of wind arose. "Since you insist on stopping me..."

“Wait a minute.” Gern suddenly interrupted him, pulling a Den Den Mushi from his pocket. “Before we start fighting, someone wants to have a chat with you.”

Dragon: "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Bru, bru..." The Den Den Mushi slowly opened its eyes, mimicking a scarred and resolute face—Garp.

"Drag!" Garp's roar came through the Den Den Mushi.

"You unfilial son! You didn't invite your old man to your wedding, and now you're causing trouble here?!"

Dorag: "..."

Gern smiled and waved the Den Den Mushi: "Want to answer it?"

Dorag paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around: "All troops, listen to my command! Continue the advance! The royal palace must be captured before sunset!"

"Hey! You brat! How dare you ignore me?!" Garp's roar echoed across the battlefield.

"Gern, give him a good beating! Beat him like crazy with your shoe sole!!"

“It seems…” Gern sighed and put away the Den Den Mushi.

"It seems that 'physical persuasion' is the only option."

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"Oh……"

"It seems that only 'fatherly love' can influence you."

Seeing this, the atmosphere froze, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Dorag's forehead.

To be honest, he didn't want to fight Gern at all.

Because this is not something he can afford.

Especially the man in front of her, who was no longer the new recruit from the West Sea waiting for guidance in Zefa's office decades ago.

Instead, they are powerful figures who are known as "Heavenly Tremor" and who are famous throughout the seas. They dare to confront Golden Lion, Kozuki Oden, Grimm, Rayleigh, and even Roger!

You should know that each of these powerful individuals can make you...sweat like crazy!

Gern's smile remained languid, but Dragon could sense the oppressive feeling hidden beneath the calm.

He was about to speak to ease the tension when a sharp voice suddenly broke the silence.

"You've given yourself away! Heavenquake!" Ivankov's sharp voice pierced the heavy air, and a pink figure appeared like a ghost.

A cold glint flashed between his slender fingers as the syringe drew a deadly arc in the air.

"Transvestite Fist Technique: Floating Touching Fist!"

However, before his attack could reach Gern, a giant golden shield suddenly materialized, blocking the path between the two.

Sparks flew as the needle tip collided with the shield.

Tezzolo slowly walked out from the side, liquid gold flowing between his fingers.

"Lieutenant General Gern is speaking, bystanders..." He raised his leg and delivered a powerful kick, his Armament Haki coating the kick.

"Stay quiet!!"

"Bang!" Ivankov flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing into the wall and leaving spiderweb-like cracks.

Before he could even struggle to his feet, the liquid gold had already transformed into shackles, binding him tightly.

"Hello?! This gold..." Ivankov's expression suddenly changed drastically. "I can't move... You're an ability user too?!"

"Ivan!!" Dragon's pupils suddenly contracted.

Immediately afterwards, she glanced at Libo, who was munching on a carrot, and then at Tesoro, who was sneering, and alarm bells went off in her mind.

"I almost forgot, these two guys are also quite strong."

"If that's the case..." A domineering aura began to emanate from his body, and dark red arcs of electricity danced on his shoulders.

"Looks like today." Dragon's voice was deep and thunderous, revealing the authority of the revolutionary leader.

However—"Snap!" A crisp sound shattered in the air.

Before Drag could even see Gern's movements, a burning pain shot through his left cheek, and his body tilted uncontrollably backward, carving a furrow in the mud.

“You…” Dorrag propped himself up and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

When he looked up, he met Gern's gaze looking down at him.

Those eyes were as cold as polar glaciers.

"Hey, Dorag." Gern's voice was soft, yet it made the surrounding temperature drop sharply.

The slippers in his hand had been replaced by the Black Blade Eight Desolations, its blade wreathed in pale shockwaves.

"Crack—" Centered on Gern, spiderweb-like cracks began to appear in the air.

The cracks pulsated with high-frequency vibrations, each exuding a destructive aura.

“If you're going to use Haki…” Gern slowly raised his black sword, the tip pointing directly at Dragon’s brow.

“This is no longer a matter of ‘fatherly love education’!”