One Piece:Revenge Against Celestial Dragons.

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Betrayal.



With a devastating blow imbued with the power of vibration, the Evil King—transformed into a saber-toothed tiger—was utterly shattered, and the ship doctor of the Blackbeard Pirates was buried beneath the destruction.

The quake's momentum didn't falter for a moment. One crack split into two, and then into countless others, spreading in unstoppable geometric succession.

The earth's crust fractured like brittle eggshells. Chunks of stone and shattered trees slipped into the sea as both sides looked on in horror at this overwhelming force.

Covering half the island, Iggy's earthquake tore through everything. For the enemies who sought destruction, there would be no escape.

The shockwaves spread like death itself, closing in on the Blackbeard Pirates—the so-called most evil crew in the world—unable to resist or stop it.

"Everyone, get up here!"

Still far from the shore, escape from the quake's devastation seemed impossible. The Blackbeard Pirates unleashed their powers in a last-ditch effort to survive.

"Devil Sheriff" Lafitte sprouted large wings from his back and soared into the air, carrying Captain Teach and Shiryu of the Rain.

"Crescent Moon Hunter" Catarina Devon panicked, activating her Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit—the Nine-Tailed Fox. Her tails swept up the rest of the crew, leaping from a nearby tower to the top of a building, watching the earthquake unfold below.

Only one remained behind—the "Colossal Battleship," the giant Sanjuan Wolf. Due to his massive size, he had nowhere to run.

The massive fissure raced toward him like a thunderbolt. With no way to dodge, the giant crossed his arms to block the incoming devastation.

A thunderous boom followed, debris and dust erupting over a hundred meters into the air as the shockwave hit like a runaway train.

The once-gentle arc of the coastal land sank into a massive chasm. Seawater surged in endlessly.

The force tore into the sea before gradually losing power and vanishing beneath the waves. At the edge of the island, a massive triangular inner bay had formed.

The terrain closest to Iggy had completely changed—deep ravines split the land while small hills rose around them.

Scattered across the battlefield were cracks large and small, severed limbs, shattered bones, and discarded weapons.

A full quarter of Marineford's land now lay empty. Other than Iggy and the few Blackbeard Pirates who had escaped, no one else remained alive.

"Whew…"

Iggy, the Avenger, exhaled slowly. Sweat dripped from his brow, dark rings forming around his eyes—a clear sign of exhaustion.

Releasing such a catastrophic force took its toll. Controlling the power of the Quake-Quake Fruit consumed a tremendous amount of energy.

No wonder Whitebeard used it sparingly during the Summit War. It wasn't just about power—it required an indomitable body to withstand the strain.

To think that a seventy-two-year-old man once wielded this force so many times… Whitebeard truly deserved the title of the "Strongest Man in the World."

"So tenacious…"

Activating Observation Haki, Iggy sensed the Blackbeard Pirates still hiding nearby. Though heavily damaged, they had not been completely eliminated.

He stepped toward the coast, absorbing the residual life force scattered across the battlefield to replenish himself.

As he reached the inner bay he had created, Iggy spotted the giant Sanjuan Wolf lying motionless, half-submerged in the sea.

When the shockwave hit him, it had already lost some power—but it was still strong enough to topple a giant hundreds of meters tall.

There were no bubbles, no movement. The upper half of his body had sunk beneath the sea. The giant villain was dead.

Iggy looked at the remaining Blackbeard pirates in the distance and silently raised his fist again, the white halo swirling ominously around it.

"Wait! Stop—I'm here!"

A trembling voice called from the sky. Lafitte descended with flapping wings, carrying Blackbeard and Shiryu of the Rain.

Teach looked down at the remains of Sanjuan Wolf—dead in a single strike despite his mountainous size. He turned to Iggy, his face pale.

The white light glowing from Iggy's fist terrified him, and the forced smile on his face quickly froze.

"I accept you as my captain… I'm willing to follow you."

He knew—if Iggy's fist landed again, everything he had built would be wiped from existence. His dream of ruling the seas would die with him.

Teach had come so far—recruiting powerful allies, climbing the ranks—but he wasn't ready to throw it all away. Not now.

So he gave in. For a man like Teach, survival always came first. Even if it meant groveling.

"I'm not your 'Pops,' Teach."

Iggy looked at him with amusement. Not far away, Whitebeard's body was still cooling—and already Teach was trying to worm his way into someone else's power.

But Iggy didn't seek domination of the seas. He had no interest in building an empire of pirates or recruiting powerful allies.

His goal was clear: vengeance.

Vengeance on the Celestial Dragons. Vengeance on the corrupt system.

And ultimately—to burn this world to ash.

"I'm serious! Just spare my life!"

Teach had spent twenty-six years in the Whitebeard Pirates. He was used to manipulating others, swallowing his pride when necessary.

He considered countless ways to fight back, but against such overwhelming power, none of them mattered.

And worst of all, after all his encounters with Iggy, he knew one thing for certain—

Iggy was smarter than him. Cunning beyond measure.

There was nowhere to hide.

Iggy listened to him quietly. Then smiled faintly.

He said nothing. To him, Teach was no longer useful.

The white halo flared—his fist descended again.

Suddenly—

Slice!

A sharp sound rang out. Iggy's fist stopped—just a palm's width from the ground. A violent gust swept across the battlefield.

Behind Blackbeard, Lafitte collapsed—his headless body falling with a dull thud.

All eyes turned to Shiryu, the former jailer, now traitor again. He sheathed his blood-soaked sword, carrying Lafitte's severed head in one hand.

The blood had been fully absorbed into the blade.

A wave of stunned silence swept over the field.

Even Teach's eyes widened in disbelief. In just a few days of joining the Blackbeard Pirates, their dream of domination had already come crashing down—all because of one boy.

And now, Shiryu—the cold-blooded swordsman—had chosen to abandon them too.

He walked up to Iggy, knelt on one knee, and offered Lafitte's severed head with both hands.

The cigar in his mouth glowed faintly. His voice, low and respectful, was filled with sincerity:

"I am willing to follow you."

Iggy looked down at the towering swordsman. Despite his massive frame, kneeling before him.

Iggy slowly withdrew his fist. The white light faded from his knuckles, dissolving into the air.

In front of everyone, Shiryu had surrendered—not with words, but with blood. And that loyalty was etched into the silence.

Even the brutal Blackbeard Pirates, feared across the seas, stood frozen—speechless before the Avenger's might.

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