Achieving Nothing, I Can Only Be the Pirate King-Chapter 629 - 374: The Monster Who Inherited Whitebeard’s Power
Urouge’s face also showed beads of sweat, "Hey, hey, why is a Seven Warlords here?"
Hawkins looked at Weevil, who seemed to have also noticed them and was approaching, slowly saying:
"I’ve heard he’s dealing with Whitebeard’s remnants, which means those people exist on this island too."
After Teach defeated Marco, those people merely scattered, not died.
During their conquest, they also encountered a few of Whitebeard’s affiliated pirate crews, but none were their match; generally, if encountered, they either completely dispersed or died on their original territory.
As a magnetic field island, having Whitebeard’s remnants is quite normal. Before they set off, Hawkins thought a troublesome squad captain might appear here, so he followed along.
But the one appearing now is on a different level than those squad captains.
"Has destiny encountered a fluctuation..."
Hawkins glanced at Urouge beside him, "If it were just you, what would you do?"
Urouge maintained a peculiar smile, "After all, it’s the Seven Warlords, and this isn’t our territory yet. Perhaps the monk would observe first."
As a high-ranking officer, Urouge’s current record should be the most dazzling below the supreme.
He single-handedly defeated Snack, who had a bounty of six hundred million Belly.
But this record did not make him arrogant, as he had personally witnessed the battle between Sage and Big Mom.
No matter how stubborn, under such a battle that easily destroyed islands and stirred up storm and thunder flames, one would see the gap.
Regarding the Seven Warlords’ level, Sage once said that even the weakest of them could serve as the Pirate Emperor’s right-hand man.
Moriah is a living example; Sage joked recently if he had gotten old, as he hadn’t recovered for so long.
But even this unrecovered state made Hawkins and Urouge feel he was strong.
The World Government cares more about face than these pirates. Choosing weaklings, if easily defeated, would cost them their prestige.
If encountering the Seven Warlords’ reputation, one would indeed choose to wait and watch temporarily.
And hence, 30%...
"But for two people..."
Urouge held tightly the prismatic lead pillar in his arms, "If we retreat, wouldn’t it be disgraceful?"
"You’re right."
Hawkins also gripped his sword hilt, "We have to try it."
"Mom, it’s the Disaster Pirates."
Weevil discovered two ships docked at the port, wiped his nose, and mumbled in a silly voice, "Why are they here?"
Compared to him, who only reached calf height, a skinny old lady quickly beat his ankles with a cane, "You fool!"
"Ouch, mom..." Weevil cried out in grievance.
"Of course, they’re here to seize the legacy, can’t you even tell this?"
The short old lady’s jewel-covered hand gripped the cane, continuously tapping the ground. Her sunglasses emitted a gleam, and her brightly colored lipstick parted to speak:
"Just like that guy Teach, the Disaster Pirates are recently occupying your father’s territories, defeating many affiliated pirate crews. But they are akin to Big Mom, a highly dominating type."
Saying this, she glanced at the two who were ready in defensive postures, "Magician Basil Hawkins, Strange Monk Urouge... Two high-ranking officers, such high status might know clues to your father’s legacy..."
Thump!
The old lady stamped her cane heavily on the ground, shouting, "Weevil, go ask them!"
"Roar!!"
A mane of golden spike-like hair flared as a seven-meter massive body burst forth with highly oppressive force. He drew out from behind a spear of the same style as Whitebeard’s and darted forth like a cannonball.
"Dad’s legacy is mine!"
"Here he comes! Hawkins, the odds..."
"Let’s fight first and speak later!"
He no longer wanted to consider divination on the odds because fate is meant to be broken!
"Idiot, it’s not a battle, just go ask!"
The old lady angrily stamped her cane once more but reflected for a moment, revealing a sly grin:
"This is good too. Pirates should subdue through battle first. Disaster is not easy to deal with, but according to newspaper reports, he should still be in the West Sea, timing is sufficient."
...
The banquet hall of Storm City’s royal palace is in a frenzy.
Candlelight and lamplight intertwined and swayed, and the flames in the fireplace added more enthusiasm. A group of pirates either sat around a round table or simply sat on the ground. Clinking of wine glasses and laughter rose and fell.
There were also some jeering voices. A crowd formed a circle watching two pirates fighting each other.
Large pieces of roasted meat rotated on iron racks; grease dripped onto the charcoal fire, crackling. Chefs carved meat on-site, letting pirates take their share while other chefs pushed carts, continuously presenting prepared food.
The band played joyful tunes in a corner of the banquet hall, the melody high, drums resounding.
The dancing troupe was at the center, moving to the music, causing pirates around to clap and laugh boisterously.
Messy barrels, vicious pirates, luxurious decorations, a grand hall.
What seemed contradictory was simultaneously unified.
"Ho ho ho ho!"
Sage, at the largest central table, held a gemstone wine glass and laughed heartily.
As soon as he returned, he immediately started a banquet and had kept it going for three days straight, waking to drink, passing out to wait for waking.
