A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

Newgate's one-on-one battle with Garp, the two peak warriors of physical prowess and Haki, set the entire sea ablaze.

Ryan stood by the kitchen window, calmly observing everything.

In his hands, one by one, the fighting rice balls, wrapped in special oil paper and still steaming hot, were made.

Each rice ball contains energy that he has carefully formulated, tailored to the different physical characteristics of the crew members.

What Gatz received was the flesh of a blazing mammoth, imbued with berserk power.

What was given to Oden was a cherry blossom energy berry that could further refine his domineering aura.

What was given to Joz was stalactite powder made from ancient stones, which could further enhance the hardness of his body.

Like a highly precise battlefield commander, he used his cooking to inject a constant stream of variables into this war.

As for Teach, he is too weak to participate in this battle and should just stay in the kitchen to help Renn.

"Gats, to the left, your barbecue."

Raine's voice rang out calmly.

A rice ball traced a perfect parabola through the air and landed precisely in Gatz's hands, who was struggling to stay afloat.

Gatz swallowed it whole, and felt an explosive force erupt within his body!

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a roar even more ferocious than before. His power surged instantly, and he actually knocked the unsuspecting Zephyr back half a step with an anchor!

The battle has only just begun.

The roar of the storm maze became the background music to this protracted and deadly battle.

Time loses its meaning in the clash of blood and steel; in the blink of an eye, a day and a night have passed.

The entire sea area was transformed into a massive battlefield of warship wreckage and floating ice.

The seawater was dyed an eerie dark red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, blood, and seawater.

Whether they were pirates or marines, everyone who was still standing was at their last gasp, held on by sheer willpower.

"Damn it...are these guys...monsters?!"

A naval vice admiral clutched his severed arm, looking at the Whitebeard Pirates members still fighting in the distance, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

They outnumbered their opponents by dozens of times, had an absolute advantage in the number of strong individuals, and were further supported by the legendary figures Garp and Zephyr.

Despite the fierce battle, they have not only failed to defeat their opponent, but have also suffered heavy losses and low morale.

The reason was simple: there was a god-like chef on that white whale.

Whenever Whitebeard's crew was exhausted, some ordinary-looking food with a strange aroma would always fly precisely from the ship and land in their hands.

Whenever they eat that food, it's like withered trees coming back to life; their injuries heal rapidly, their strength is instantly restored, and they even become more ferocious than before.

This feeling nearly drove the opposing navy to the brink of collapse.

You fight your opponent to the death, only to have them eat a rice ball and be fully healed, even going into berserk mode. How are you supposed to win this battle?

"That chef!"

Zephyr forced back the resurrected Gats and Oden with a single punch, and a tiny crack appeared on his steel-like arm.

He gazed into the kitchen of the New Moby Dick, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented murderous intent.

"We must take care of that chef first! He's the key to these monsters surviving this long!"

"Want to mess with my head chef? You'll have to ask my fists first!"

Newgate's loud laughter rang out; his battle with Garp had reached a fever pitch.

The two fought from the sea to the ice, and then back to the ship. No one dared to approach within a hundred meters. It was a pure clash of power and dominance, and every collision made the entire sea tremble.

"Sakazuki! Kuzan! Borsalino!"

Zefa suddenly roared at the distance.

"You three! Stop wasting time with that diamond kid! Go! Destroy that ship's galley at all costs!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Akainu and his two companions, who had been completely overwhelmed by Jozu, immediately abandoned their opponents and transformed into three streaks of light, rushing towards the kitchen of the New Moby Dick from three different directions.

They had long realized that the seemingly harmless chef was actually the most terrifying presence in this war.

"Don't even think about succeeding, you!"

A clear, melodious cry rang out, and a blue-green figure appeared before the three like a ghost, spreading its fiery wings to form an insurmountable barrier.

It was Marco!

He had been staying on the edge of the battlefield, healing his comrades, and finally stepped in at the most critical moment, stopping the fatal blow.

"Phoenix?"

Sakazuki looked at the legendary mythical beast before him, a glint of greed and savagery flashing in his eyes.

"Perfect! Let me see whether your Flame of Regeneration is more powerful, or my Lava is superior!"

"Big fire-breathing!"

Akainu roared, his right arm transforming into a massive lava fist, which slammed fiercely towards Marco!

The battle has escalated once again.

In the kitchen, Ryan looked out the window at the devastating scene, his face remaining calm.

He knew that conventional combat supplies were no longer enough to completely turn the tide of the battle.

The opponent's determination and strength exceeded expectations.

"It seems it's time to show you what a real... banquet is like."

A sharp glint flashed in Renn's eyes.

He turned around and opened a special refrigerator at the back of the kitchen.

There were no delicacies inside, only rows of liquids in special containers that emitted a strange light.

That was the purest energy essence he had extracted over the past two years from scraps of various legendary ingredients, combined with the energy of the Heart of the World.

Each drop contains terrifying energy enough to instantly grant an ordinary soldier the strength of a colonel.

This was his trump card, the elixir of life he had prepared for the final battle.

He mixed these nectars in a special ratio, then poured them into a huge cauldron and began to simmer them, using his own food as a starter.

An unprecedented aroma, seemingly capable of captivating heaven and earth, began to slowly waft from the New Moby Dick's galley.

The fragrance ignored the storm and the smoke of battle; as if it had a life of its own, it entered the nostrils of everyone on the battlefield.

The naval soldiers who smelled this aroma felt all their fatigue vanish and their spirits lifted.

Meanwhile, the members of the Whitebeard Pirates felt every cell in their bodies cheering and jumping for joy, as if they were welcoming an upcoming divine baptism.

Even Karp and Newgate, who were engaged in fierce combat, subconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked at the white whale.

Chapter 148: The Navy's Defeat

"This...what is this?"

Garp's face showed a look of shock.

It was a fragrance that defied description.

It's not as overpowering as barbecue, nor as rich as seafood soup; it's more like a concept, a flavor of life and hope itself.

Wherever the fragrance wafted, the raging winds seemed to soften, and the gloomy sky seemed to gleam with a ray of light.

"dinner time."

Raine's voice came through the radio again. This time, there was a hint of weariness in his voice, but more so a sense of confidence that he was in control of everything.

The next second, on the deck of the New Moby Dick, a huge feeding machine, hastily built by Dorum using spare alloy plates, slowly rose up.

Inside the feeder was a pot of freshly cooked, golden broth that shimmered like a flowing galaxy.

"This is……"

Gatz stared at the pot of soup, his mouth watering uncontrollably; he felt as if his very soul was yearning for that taste.

"Come on, everyone, have some soup."

Raine's orders were concise and clear.

The members of the Whitebeard Pirates ceased their fighting and retreated to their ship as quickly as possible.

The navy did not pursue them; they were all stunned by the bizarre scene and the miraculous fragrance.

They watched helplessly as the monsters who had just been fighting them to the death now lined up like obedient babies waiting to be fed, each holding a huge bowl, to receive soup from that strange machine.

"Gudu... gudu..."

Gatz was the first to drink a large bowl, and he felt an extremely warm, pure energy, like that of the sun, instantly surge through his body.

His wounds healed at a visible speed, his broken bones reconnected with a crackling sound, and his depleted strength and domineering aura were replenished like a volcanic eruption.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

Gatz roared to the sky, feeling more powerful than ever before, as if he could punch through the heavens!

The same scene unfolded for every crew member who drank the thick soup.

Oden felt his sword intent was clearer than ever before, Marco's flames of regeneration burned even more fiercely, and Jozu's diamond body shimmered with an even more brilliant light.

Even Newgate, after drinking a bowl, felt that his body, which had been slightly depleted from years of fighting, had been replenished, as if he had become ten years younger.

"Gurarararar! Raine! Just how many surprises are you hiding on your person, kid!"

Newgate burst into laughter, a laugh brimming with unparalleled pride and confidence.

The naval fleet was deathly silent.

Garp and Zephyr looked at the group of monsters whose auras had suddenly increased several times over, and their expressions turned extremely ugly.

This battle is no longer viable.

If the fighting continues, all five of their fleets, along with themselves, will likely be trapped in this stormy labyrinth forever.

"retreat……"

Zefa's voice was hoarse and dry as he squeezed out the word he least wanted to say in his life through gritted teeth.

Garp didn't speak, he just nodded silently.

He knew that they had lost again today.

They were not defeated by Whitebeard, nor by the remnants of Rocks, but by a god-like chef whose culinary skills alone were enough to overturn a war.

The naval fleet began to retreat slowly and orderly, disengaging from the battlefield. They dared not make any unnecessary movements, for fear of provoking the monsters who had just drunk the magic potion.

The three young majors, Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru, looked at the white whale that stood proudly in the wind and rain with extremely complicated expressions.

Sakazuki's fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, and his eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred and resentment.

For the first time, he understood that absolute justice requires even more absolute power.

Kuzan fell into deep thought. Looking at the genuine smiles on the faces of the pirates, he began to question the definition of evil for the first time.

Borsalino still had that carefree attitude, but behind his sunglasses, his eyes gleamed with a deep, unfathomable light...

The last banner of justice of the naval fleet disappeared at the end of the storm maze, and the oppressive atmosphere that had gripped the entire sea vanished with it.

As if even the sky was celebrating this hard-won victory, a crack appeared in the thick clouds, and golden sunlight, like a sharp sword, pierced through the gloom and shone on the battered deck of the New Moby Dick.

"Win...win?"

Gatz stared blankly at his hands, stained with blood and oil, then looked at the devastated ice field in the distance, feeling as if he were dreaming.

He pinched his thigh hard.

"Ouch! It hurts!"

The excruciating pain brought him to his senses instantly, and then an indescribable ecstasy erupted from his chest like a volcanic eruption.

"Hahaha! We won! We drove the admiral away!"