30 Years in Whitebeard’s Crew, I Became Invincible

Hawkeye was clearly full of fighting spirit.

It was rare to encounter a worthy opponent, and he wanted to see just what Roy was capable of.

Doflamingo, who had withdrawn from the battlefield, kept his eyes fixed on Roy.

"The legendary Vice Captain of the Whitebeard Pirates... Let me see what you're really made of." Hawkeye locked onto Roy and attacked without saying a word.

He charged swiftly, and his sword swung down. The speed was so fast it was invisible to the naked eye.

Although Roy could see it, he couldn't dodge—it was simply too fast.

So instead, he struck back.

"Airburst!"

He raised his fist, wrapped it in Conqueror's Haki. The Haki was compressed onto his fist.

At that moment, Roy released all of his Haki at once.

BOOM!"

The Conqueror's Haki became tangible, forming black lightning-like pulses.

The rampaging Haki surged across the battlefield. Anyone below the rank of commander, whether pirate or marine, fainted instantly.

Smoker caught the falling Tashigi and looked toward Roy.

The Haki's shockwave made the sky and earth tremble, the winds howled, and clouds swirled.

Even Whitebeard was startled. His own Haki erupted in response.

Due to years of combat experience, Whitebeard's automatic defense mechanisms kicked in when facing powerful foes.

Roy's Conqueror's Haki made him feel threatened.

His own Haki responded instinctively.

"Gurarara, I didn't expect it to be this fierce," Whitebeard murmured. He had long known Roy possessed Conqueror's Haki.

It was different from Oden's. Back then, he had to be cautious of Oden.

But Roy was different; no matter how strong Roy's Haki became, Whitebeard had no fear.

He had absolute faith in Roy.

"This... this is big brother's Haki???"

Watching people collapse left and right, Marco and the others were in disbelief.

Ace, who was fighting Aokiji, was also shocked.

"I always felt he was dangerous… and I was right," Ace said seriously.

"Looks like Borsalino wasn't exaggerating," Aokiji was shaken too—this Haki was overwhelming.

The battlefield suddenly quieted.

More than 95% of the combatants had fainted.

Only the strongest could remain standing through sheer willpower.

"Oi oi oi, that's his Haki? Isn't this a bit over the top?" Doflamingo said in disbelief.

"Someone with this level of Haki can't be petrified. Even if I managed to, he'd break free with sheer force of will," Hancock said calmly.

"I told you guys a long time ago—Big Bro is crazy strong. None of you believed me," Thatch said to Jozu and the others.

"We see that now," Vista chuckled.

"This is the big bro we used to doubt?" Fossa said, stunned.

"Just as I thought," Izo said, taking a deep breath.

At the same time, Hawkeye had already rushed in front of Roy, his sword coated in Conqueror's Haki.

As the world's greatest swordsman, rivaling even Red-Haired Shanks, it wasn't surprising he had mastered all three types of Haki.

BOOM!"

Sword met fist, bursting with black lightning pulses of Conqueror's Haki. Ice shattered all around, waves surged across the sea.

Dozens of warships rocked violently as their Haki clashed.

Hawkeye maintained a serious expression, but Roy smiled as he kept applying pressure.

"I win."

As Roy spoke, the ice behind Hawkeye exploded. The Haki had pierced through his sword and struck his body.

Hawkeye's Haki shattered. His expression finally changed as he looked at Roy in disbelief.

As they grew further apart, he realized he couldn't stop, his body flew like a kite with its string cut.

"Heh."

Roy left him with a smile. His fist, wreathed in Conqueror's Haki, obliterated everything in its path, including the warships behind Hawkeye.

A punch from a King.

Hawkeye vanished from view, crashing into a warship, clutching his chest, blood trickling from his lips.

"Hawkeye actually lost..." Doflamingo was drenched in sweat. He never thought Hawkeye would lose in a single move.

"Matery of the three types of haki at its peak... Maybe I've been underestimating myself," Roy muttered.

He hadn't expected to be this strong. If he'd known earlier, he wouldn't have wasted so much time talking—he'd have just finished off Doflamingo and Hancock. Keeping them around was pointless.

"Looks like I need to be more high-profile. Staying low-key doesn't suit me."

Roy looked toward the warships. Vice Admiral Tsuru and Garp were staring at him.

"Are you still going to fight?" Roy's voice rang in their ears.

Vice Admiral Tsuru surveyed the battlefield, then turned to look at three masked men in white suits behind her.

"You saw that. Still want to keep going?"

The three looked at each other and said, "We'll need to consult the Five Elders."

"Then hurry up," Tsuru said flatly, then turned to Garp.

"Go ahead. If you can't beat him, I'll call the fight off. Continuing will only harm the Marines."

"Mm. I'll give it a try."

Garp jumped down from the warship.

"Is that...?"

As Garp descended, the Whitebeard Pirates focused on him.

With one step, a shockwave spread from under his feet. The sky dimmed. His overwhelming Haki stirred the clouds.

The resulting collision formed countless streaks of black lightning.

"Garp."

Whitebeard said grimly.

He acknowledged Garp's strength and was slightly concerned for Roy.

"Vice Admiral Garp is stepping in."

On the Marines' side, after so many had collapsed and with Hawkeye's defeat, morale was low.

Now, with Garp standing tall, their spirits were lifted again.

The remaining conscious marines were reinvigorated, preparing to resume the assault.

"Young man."

Garp stared at Roy.

"We've met before, Vice Admiral Garp," Roy said with a smile.

"We have? When?" Garp stepped toward him, and with each step, his aura grew stronger.

"God Valley."

Roy's words made Garp's momentum falter for a second, before it surged again.

"So you're one of the remnants from back then," Garp assumed Roy was part of the Rocks Pirates.

"No, I was a slave. A slave hunted like livestock by the Celestial Dragons on that island."

Roy's words were soft, but somehow, everyone still standing on the battlefield heard them.

On the Whitebeard Pirates' side, except for Newgate and Marco, the others were clearly stunned.

"Big Bro... was a slave?" Namur said, trembling in disbelief.

As someone who almost became a slave himself, he knew exactly what that meant. Roy had been a slave?

A Celestial Dragon's slave?

Even the Marines were stunned. Whitebeard's Vice Captain had once been a Celestial Dragon's slave?

That was explosive.

"Hahaha… You didn't expect that, did you? The so-called righteous Marines... Do you even know what I've been through?

"Thrown on an island like an animal, hunted for sport by Celestial Dragons."

"And you marines stood outside, guarding the island to make sure the truth never got out."

"That hunting... it happens every three years. And every time, "Tens, perhaps even hundreds of thousands die."

"To them, it's just a game. A hunting sport—with us as the prey, all for their amusement."

"Isn't that right, so-called Hero of the Marines, Garp? How did you earn that title again? People don't remember, do they?"

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