One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 257: Rapid Arrival! The White Earth Island Shrouded in Storm

Meanwhile, on the other side, the spatial ripples had not yet subsided, and the air still carried the scent of immense pressure.

In this world where time flies by, a journey against the laws of physics has taken place.

The sailboat that was speeding across the sea suddenly came to a stop on the surface.

"We've... arrived?"

Zefa stood at the very front of the deck, gripping the ship's railing tightly.

As a master of physical combat, Zephyr's body instinctively raised alarms.

His decades of maritime knowledge were completely messed up.

He staggered half a step, only managing to steady himself with his powerful arms.

Zefa raised his head, his majestic eyes filled with disbelief.

"I remember this is the latter half of the Grand Line."

His voice was dry, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand.

"From Marineford to here, even with the warship traveling at full speed and with the wind at its back, it would take a long time to get here without rest."

"You tell me you covered a journey that took half a month, in the time it takes to say two sentences?"

This is not a speed issue.

This is a redefinition of sailing speed.

"Ara ara ara ara, even though I was mentally prepared, I really don't want to do this again at this speed."

A lazy voice came from the other side.

Aokiji Kuzan sat up from the recliner.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the mechanical watch.

Four hours.

Aokiji uttered the number in a strange tone.

"To be precise, three hours and fifty-eight minutes."

He pushed his sunglasses back up, concealing the shock in his eyes.

"Spanning half the world, the Red Earth is practically nonexistent, and the Calm Belt is like its own backyard."

"Is this how the 'Time-Space Emperor' moves?"

Aokiji scratched his messy curly hair and exhaled a puff of white mist.

"If that old-fashioned guy Sakazuki saw this, his proud naval mobile force would be nothing but a bunch of snails in front of you. I wonder how interesting his deadpan face would be."

"He might get so angry that he melts the table down."

Chen Ye ignored the two of them.

He stood at the bow of the ship, hands behind his back.

Calmly gazing ahead.

To him, these things were insignificant.

"arrive."

Chen Ye spoke.

Two words brought Zephyr and Aokiji back to their senses.

They followed Chen Ye's gaze.

Both of their pupils contracted simultaneously.

A pure white island.

There was no blue sea, no green plants, not a trace of life.

There was only white sand flying everywhere, and an island made of white skeletons.

Baltiguet, the island of white soil.

A forgotten island, a mysterious forbidden land on the high seas.

The gale is the master here.

They were covered in white rock fragments and emitted a sharp whistling sound.

White sand and dust obscured the sky, shrouding the island in an eerie veil.

Visibility is also extremely low during the day.

"This is... that Dragon's lair?"

Zefa squinted, trying to get a clear view of the entire island.

Even from several nautical miles away, he could smell that cold, aloof aura.

"The world government has been searching for twenty years."

"The CP organization turned the sea upside down, and countless intelligence agents perished in the sea."

"So, it just stands here, all brazen and unassuming?"

Zephyr's tone was absurd, carrying the frustration of a former high-ranking naval officer.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place."

Aokiji stood up and walked to the side of the ship, where a strong wind rushed towards him.

A chill swirled around his fingertips, fighting against the dry, hot wind.

Dragon really picked a great spot!

"In this geomagnetic environment, coupled with the annual white dust storms, the recording pointer will malfunction."

"Furthermore, this is the intersection of several extreme shipping routes, and ordinary ships would be torn apart by undercurrents and storms if they got too close."

"It is indeed a natural fortress."

Aokiji's assessment was very harsh.

He immediately recognized that the island was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Unless one possesses a movement ability like Chen Ye's that defies all rules, large-scale landings are extremely difficult.

But at this moment, White Earth Island was too quiet.

Apart from the sound of the wind, you couldn't hear anything else.

There was no longer a watchtower for patrols.

There was not a trace of human life in it.

It lies like a giant tomb in the middle of the sea, watching over the uninvited guests.

"It's too quiet."

Zephyr frowned; his combat instincts told him something was wrong.

"We came too fast."

Chen Ye looked at the vast white coastline and a smile appeared on his lips.

"They're so close that their external surveillance network is practically useless."

"To the current revolutionary army, our ship is like something that fell from the sky."

"This kind of sudden, unexpected visit might make some people quite nervous."

The voice just fell.

A sudden change occurred.

The sailboat is about to cross the last warning line.

The raging winds on the island seemed to have received a command.

"Ugh—!"

A deep, rumbling sound echoed from the deepest part of the island.

The air pressure across the entire sea area suddenly dropped.

Zefa felt a tightness in his chest, a suffocating pressure enveloping his entire body.

"This feeling..."

Zefa suddenly looked up, his eyes sharp.

Above the island of white earth, drifting white dust began to swirl wildly.

The wind element between heaven and earth was grasped, kneaded, and compressed by an invisible hand.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

The wind was sharp and piercing, like countless blades rubbing against each other.

Three black tornadoes, stretching from the sky to the ground, formed rapidly, defying the laws of nature.

What a terrifying sight.

The black pillars of wind were three enraged black dragons, spiraling upwards and shattering the clouds.

They are not just the wind.

The wind-blown wall was filled with countless sharp white rock fragments.

"Snap! Snap!"

Where the tornado passed, it pressed a huge dent into the sea surface.

The seawater was swept in and torn into a mist that filled the sky.

White rock fragments mixed with black seawater, turning into a giant meat grinder that blocked all routes to the island.

They came crashing down on Chenye's ship with an aura of utter destruction.

"This is!"

"The power of a Logia-type Devil Fruit awakening!"

The laziness on Aokiji's face completely disappeared.

He stared intently at the three tornadoes, his expression grave.

He knew it very well!

Behind the raging wind element lies a power so strong it sends shivers down one's spine.

"Monkey D. Dragon..."

Zefa uttered the name through gritted teeth.

He was all too familiar with this feeling of oppression.

Garp's son, the world's most vicious criminal.

"Is this your way of treating guests?!"

Zephyr roared, his right arm covered in jet-black Armament Haki.

He was on high alert, ready to rush out and confront the storm at any moment.

But Chen Ye, standing at the bow of the ship, didn't move an inch.

He didn't even assume a fighting stance.

He still stood with his hands behind his back, slightly raising his head to look at the three roaring black wind dragons.

"Is this how dragons treat their guests?"

Chen Ye spoke softly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached their ears.

"They didn't even serve a cup of tea, yet they made such a big show of it."

Chen Ye's lips curled up slightly.

"It seems that dragon is quite vigilant."