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Jinbei summoned an immense surge of power within his body.

The surrounding space trembled.

On the deck, countless tiny dust particles floated into the air, seemingly weightless.

A suffocating wave of terror and oppressive force spread across the entire ship, instantly engulfing everyone.

Marco's eyes widened in disbelief.

He'd seen Jinbei use this technique before.

He recognized it immediately—Jinbei's ultimate move: Ogibu Noraikan—Ogi Takerui.

A devastating technique he had developed himself, even more terrifying than Fish-Man Karate.

This wasn't just raw force. His attack was now coated with Armament Haki, so potent that even Admiral Aokiji and Kizaru wouldn't dare face it head-on.

The destructive capability was on par with an admiral's. However, it had one fatal flaw—Jinbei had to charge it up, and if the enemy wasn't stunned or delayed, it left him wide open.

"Hey… what the hell did Kairos Flint give Jinbei?" Bista muttered, eyes widening as he felt the monstrous energy gathering.

"It hasn't been that long since we last saw each other… How did he get so terrifying?"

A bead of sweat formed on Bista's brow, and he involuntarily clenched his fists.

Nearby, Jingu Duo unconsciously took a step back.

Then he noticed something strange: a wine glass resting on the corner of the railing began to float into the air, as if untouched by gravity.

The very space around them was distorting under Jinbei's power.

"This… this kind of presence… it's definitely at the level of a navy admiral," Jingu Duo muttered, his throat dry and voice trembling.

Among the many captains aboard, he ranked in the lower middle in terms of strength. Facing an admiral-level opponent would be suicide for him.

He'd once come into brief contact with Admiral Kizaru—and the pressure alone nearly crushed him.

Now, he was feeling that exact same force radiating from Jinbei.

It was real.

Kairos Flint's crystal was real. And it had elevated Jinbei to true admiral-level combat power.

All the other captains and crew stared in stunned silence.

Even Whitebeard's eyes flickered with excitement.

As an emperor-level fighter, his battle intuition far surpassed any of his sons'. He could tell at a glance what level someone was operating at.

And Jinbei… Jinbei was now building toward an explosion of power that could shake the battlefield itself.

The energy he had accumulated in this short moment was nothing short of terrifying. Even if he faced another admiral head-on, if they failed to block it properly, they could very well be critically injured—or worse.

So Kairos Flint really had crystals that could boost power this dramatically?

Then there was hope.

Just as everyone stood frozen by Jinbei's aura, he reached his limit.

He opened his eyes.

At that instant, the surrounding air compressed violently, gathering into his fist with blinding speed.

A deafening roar swept across the ship.

A violent gust of wind burst forth.

No… not a gust of wind.

It was air being pulled toward him so fast that it created the illusion of a hurricane. The vacuum effect caused everything around him to fly backward violently.

"Fish-Man Karate Secret Art: Ogi Takerui Kan!"

Jinbei roared, and with that, he launched his full-force punch for all to see.

It looked like a cannon of pure destruction, erupting in an instant.

Standing at the bow of the ship, the sheer force of his attack caused the Moby Dick to tilt dangerously.

Everyone onboard stumbled.

"Grab something! The railing!"

"Hold me! I'm gonna be blown off the ship!"

"Boss Jinbei, please stop!!"

The hurricane-like force sent people flying. Only the stronger crew members managed to hold onto their comrades. Even some of the lighter ones were lifted clean into the air, saved only by quick reflexes.

And while chaos erupted onboard, a massive explosion rocked the coast of the nearby island.

The blast wave ripped through the land, sending waves surging across the sea. The Moby Dick was knocked off balance and tossed about by the waves.

Water surged ten meters high, crashing down on the deck and soaking the crew in an instant.

As the thunderous roar of the explosion faded, silence returned.

One by one, the crew members pulled themselves together, helping each other to stand.

Some groaned, others blinked in disbelief—clothes torn, hair a mess, eyes still wide.

The scene was utter chaos.

Marco, trying to keep calm, ran back to the bow of the ship—only to see something completely shocking.

They'd been pushed more than 100 meters away from the island.

And where the island once stood tall…

There was now a massive crater.

A hole over ten meters wide had been punched straight through the heart of the island.

Trees around the impact site had been leveled like matchsticks—flattened by the force of Jinbei's strike.

The other crew members rushed to the bow and peered toward the devastation.

Every single one of them stood there, dumbfounded.

Jinbei slowly lowered his fist.

Smoke still curled from his knuckles.

He stared at what he had done.

This punch… was beyond anything he had imagined.

This… was admiral-level combat power.

With strength like this, he could finally protect Fish-Man Island with confidence.

Jinbei felt like screaming in triumph—but he swallowed the urge.

Now was not the time.

"Dad!" Jinbei stepped forward, voice urgent. "We still have time. Ace's execution is a month away. We need to gather as many Devil Fruits as possible and trade them with Kairos Flint. In return, he'll give us crystals. If we all gain strength like I did, we'll have a real shot at saving Ace!"

Whitebeard looked at him for a long moment—then laughed.

It was a deep, thunderous, relieved laugh.

Finally… a way forward.

"Start searching now!" Whitebeard ordered, eyes burning with determination. "No matter the cost—find every Devil Fruit you can get your hands on!"

Marco and the other captains clenched their fists.

Hope reignited in their hearts.

If Jinbei was right—and clearly, he was—then just a few more Devil Fruits could change everything.

There were two captains aboard already nearing admiral-level strength: Foil Bista and Diamond George.

They only needed a small push—a crystal each—and they'd break through.

Add them to Marco and Jinbei, and the Whitebeard Pirates would field four admiral-level fighters.

A real chance to win.

"Set sail!" Whitebeard roared. "I want every last Devil Fruit you can find!"

One month wasn't long—but it was enough.

With the full strength of the Whitebeard Pirates focused on this task, anything was possible.

Meanwhile…

Kairos Flint had spent half a month at sea.

He'd finally returned to the East Blue.

"Feels good to be back," he murmured.

Aboard the Mythical Sky, Nami spread her arms wide and inhaled deeply.

The familiar scent of the East Blue waters washed over her.

She smiled brightly, eyes shining.

Kairos looked up toward the sky, his expression calm.

He unleashed a wave of Observation Haki, stretching it out across the sea—searching.

Somewhere above… the floating island was waiting.