The Whitebeard Pirates were once the overlords of the New World. Even the other powerful Four Emperors did not dare to provoke them rashly and could only do things stealthily in secret.
But even though they had experienced countless storms, when they saw the mighty military formations and the military fortresses that stretched like mountains below, they couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Many of them have never seen the NEO Navy's army.
Forget about the Whitebeard and Ace who were buried in the mud before.
But even Marco, who has been guarding Whitebeard's hometown, has never had the chance to see the heroic scenes of the NEO New Navy fighting in battles.
Because the island was so poor that they couldn't even afford a video-receiving Den Den Mushi.
Therefore, they were not able to watch the G1 battle that shocked the world through the video Den Den Mushi.
All their information can only be obtained from the newspapers of Newsbird.
And now, witnessing this mighty and majestic army with their own eyes, they finally understood why the NEO New Navy was able to rise to power in less than a year.
It had defeated Navy Headquarters, raised the banner of justice, and established itself as the dominant force in the new world.
The overwhelming, bloodthirsty aura that surged into the sky, the perfectly synchronized movements, and the burning determination in their eyes made them appear flawless.
Compared to them, the loosely organized Four Emperors pirate crews seemed utterly outclassed.
"How terrifying! Is this the new NEO navy?"
Ace muttered in astonishment.
Marco on the side smiled bitterly and said:
"No wonder they have such strong combat power. If the pirates also had such strict discipline, they would have captured the Marine Headquarters long ago."
Whitebeard sighed and said to Liu Feng,
"You're making such a fuss. Unifying the New World isn't as simple as you think."
"Are you planning to overthrow the World Government?"
His last sentence carried a teasing tone, but Liu Feng's response left him stunned.
"What's so surprising about that?" Liu Feng replied, a confident smirk on his face.
Whitebeard stared at him in disbelief.
"You seriously intend to overthrow the World Government!?" he suddenly exclaimed.
Liu Feng smiled mysteriously and did not answer.
Sometimes, silence was the best response.
Whitebeard took a deep breath, trying to suppress the unease rising within him.
"Heh, Newgate, I never expected to see you surprised," a voice came from behind. The Golden Lion floated over, patting Whitebeard's shoulder.
Whitebeard rolled his eyes. "And you're not?"
The Golden Lion chuckled. "Well, I've gotten used to it."
But even as he said that, it felt somewhat embarrassing.
Ever since he met Liu Feng, he had been in a constant state of shock. No matter what it was, there seemed to be nothing Liu Feng couldn't accomplish.
His worldview had been completely overturned.
Overthrowing the World Government—an idea most wouldn't even dare to entertain—was nothing more than a passing remark to Liu Feng.
By now, the Golden Lion had grown numb to it.
If Liu Feng were to suddenly declare that he intended to become the king of the world, the Golden Lion wouldn't even hesitate—he would simply believe he could make it happen.
Just as Whitebeard was stunned, the huge floating island slowly broke through the clouds and was descending towards the G1 headquarters below.
At the same time, at G1 Headquarters,
Nearly 100,000 NEO Navy elites looked up at the sky, their faces filled with joy.
No orders were needed.
One by one, they stopped what they were doing, sheathed their weapons, and dropped to one knee.
The thunderous sound of knees striking the ground echoed like a hailstorm.
Looking around, countless figures in black military uniforms knelt solemnly, stretching as far as the eye could see—like a vast, surging black tide.
"—Welcome back, Fleet Admiral Liu Feng!"
The next moment, under the shocked gazes of the Whitebeard Pirates thousands of NEO new navy shouted towards the sky at the same time.
The eyes were fanatical.
The sheer force of their unified movement shook the clouds and echoed through the sky like a tidal wave.
A cold smile formed on Liu Feng's lips as he took a slow step forward.
He said nothing. Instead, he simply raised his hand in a solemn, standard military salute.
Thousands of hands shot up in unison—paying the highest respect to their Fleet Admiral.
As he landed on the floating island, the NEO Navy slowly parted, creating a path.
From within the crowd, a towering figure with purple hair strode forward.
His massive mechanical arm radiated the aura of iron, blood, and war.
"Whitebeard! It's been a long time!"
A hearty laugh escaped his lips.
"Zephyr, to be more precise, it's been a long time since we last fought, wouldn't you agree?"