One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 463: The Frenzy and Competition Among Top Experts

Chen Ye's domineering declaration landed at the bottom of the meteorite crater.

Three seconds of dead silence.

No one spoke. No one moved.

The white-bearded man's enormous body froze.

He stared intently at Chen Ye.

Broadcasting the beheading of the Five Elders live to the world?

This kind of insane behavior was something even he, one of the Four Emperors, hadn't dared to imagine.

No, I dare not even think about it!

The dragon next to it!

Two pairs of eyes were fixed on Chen Ye's face.

Shanks' reaction was equally intense.

His signature composed smile was plastered on his face. He opened his mouth in surprise, but not a single syllable escaped his throat.

His eyes were unusually vacant. His brain was frantically processing this bombshell.

Three long seconds.

"Gulalalalalala"

The white-bearded man's chest expanded violently. A deafening burst of maniacal laughter erupted.

Laughter tore through the oppressive air. The sound waves, mixed with an unconscious overflow of Conqueror's Haki, surged wildly in all directions.

The pit walls trembled violently. Gravel tumbled down, crashing with a dull thud.

He laughed until his whole body trembled. His towering frame bent over. His enormous hands slapped his thighs violently. Tears even welled up in his eyes.

"My son, your idea is insane!"

The sound was filled with unparalleled pleasure and fervor.

"Under the world's gaze, I'll sever the heads of these self-proclaimed gods. Gurgling sounds. I've roamed the seas for most of my life, and I've never heard of such a crazy, exciting idea!"

He straightened up and grabbed the upside-down Murakumogiri.

He strode forward and walked to the side of Saint Satan, whose body was now only half-destroyed.

Satan Saint's faint Rinnegan stared intently at the white-bearded man, his gaze filled with despair.

The white-bearded man's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He carried the massive Murakumo-giri on his shoulder. He turned and scanned Tatsuya Roger Rocks.

How could such a crazy plan be complete without me!

Count me in!

The voice is undeniable.

"To completely overthrow the World Government and trample the Celestial Dragons' dignity underfoot—how could I, Whitebeard, be left out of this historic moment? I'll chop off that dog's head too!"

"Hey, hey, Newgate. What nonsense are you spouting, you bastard?"

Roger was the first to jump up. He plunged Ace's Supreme Grade Sword into the ground.

The sharp blade sank into the hard rock. He pointed at the white-bearded man's nose and protested loudly.

"This is the prey I targeted first. It's the kind of prestige I want to show the world. What right do you, old man, have to come out and steal it?"

Roger jumped up and down impatiently, his eyes fierce and protective of his food.

"I've even figured out how to swing the knife. You'd better get out of the way. Wouldn't it be better to be a quiet spectator?"

"snort"

Rocks pushed aside the pit wall and stood up straight.

The rock beneath their feet shattered instantly. A domineering, ink-black aura spread outwards from their feet.

The temperature plummeted. A murderous intent permeated the air.

Rocks' face was grim. His venomous eyes were fixed on the white-bearded man.

"Newgate. Put your knife away. Stop getting in the way."

His voice was deep and hoarse.

"Back in God Valley, the Celestial Dragons owed me a blood debt. Today, I must settle it myself. If you dare cut in line, I'll chop you down first."

Despite Roger's outburst and Rocks's threats, Whitebeard didn't back down an inch.

"Bang"

The Murakumo-giri, slung over his shoulder, slammed heavily to the ground. Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly from the blade's center.

"I'll cut you down if I want to."

The white-bearded man glared with his tiger-like eyes, meeting their gazes firmly.

"You two bastards, stop putting on airs. Objections are overruled. Today, I'm going to chop off this head!"

Arrogant and unreasonable.

"You unreasonable bastard!"

Roger was so angry he spun around in circles. He drew his long sword, the tip pointing at Whitebeard.

"You think you can just steal things because you're big? This is live! All the pirates in the world are watching. I'm the Pirate King of this era. I have to steal the spotlight!"

Rocks narrowed his eyes. A black aura surged around him.

"Newgate, you haven't changed a bit of your predatory habits. Back on Beehive Island, when you coveted the treasure I had your eye on, you had the same arrogant face. Today, you won't get your way again."

"Gurrahrahrah. Let's not dwell on the past. Strength speaks for itself."

Whitebeard laughed loudly. The aura of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit flickered in his left fist.

The three former overlords were arguing fiercely, and it looked like they were about to fight at the bottom of the pit.

The dragon, which had been silent all along, took a step forward.

Military boots crunched over the stones. *Crack*.

The dragon raised its head.

That perpetually cold and aloof face now held a heart-stopping fervor in its eyes.

Countless days and nights of suppression. Finally, the dawn breaks. Stubborn. Yearning.

"The revolutionary army has been established for over twenty years."

The dragon opened its mouth. Its voice was steady. A powerful, resonant force pierced through Roger and the others' argument, striking everyone's ears.

"In these past twenty years, countless comrades have fallen in pools of blood trying to overthrow the Celestial Dragons. We have waited far too long for this day."

The dragon's gaze swept over Saint Satan on the ground, finally settling on Chen Ye.

"This is the best chance to shatter the myth of the World Government. With the blood of God, let us offer sacrifices to the souls of the dead."

His chest heaved violently. His hands swung wildly. His dark green cloak fluttered in the wind.

"I want to join this decapitation strike."

His tone was inflexible. He wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal.

"Nobody can stop me!"

The dragon's statement made the atmosphere at the bottom of the pit extremely eerie.

Four men with the power to destroy the world are vying for the right to kill a dying old man. Neither will yield.

"Ha ha ha ha"

A hearty laugh came crashing down from above.

Shanks stepped out of the crowd. His red hair flew in the wind.

It slid down the slope of the pit wall and landed steadily at the bottom.

His only remaining arm. He casually patted the hilt of the Griffin sword at his waist.

A bright smile graced his face. He didn't look like he was there to kill anyone; he looked more like he was there to attend a banquet.

"This is such an interesting thing. You'd regret it for the rest of your life if you missed it!"

Shanks surveyed the group of menacing figures, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"A global live broadcast of the beheading of the Five Elders. This is a truly spectacular scene that will make the old man in Mary Geoise so angry he'll vomit blood."

He walked between the white-bearded man and Roger, enduring their murderous glares.

"I absolutely can't miss out on this kind of fun."

Shanks grinned. He smiled like a child who had just won a toy.

"Count me in, everyone. Let's work together to usher in a magnificent new era!"

At the bottom of the meteorite crater. The weather changed dramatically.

Chen Ye stood to the side, arms crossed, his facial muscles twitching slightly as he watched the group of madmen arguing amongst themselves.

Roger Rocks. Whitebeard. Dragon. Shanks.

Five unparalleled powerhouses standing at the very top of the world.

A terrifying encirclement formed around the pitiful remains of Saint Satan.

A powerful aura mingled. The air compressed. A series of explosions followed.

In Satan Saint's dim vision, five demon-like figures pressed down.

Fear completely crushed reason.

He opened his mouth, as if to scream for help.

Large gulps of black blood gushed from his throat.

Good show. The show has begun.