One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 464: The childish banter among the big shots!

Just when Satan Saint completely resigned himself to his fate!

Chen Ye stared at the dragon and Shanks who had just fallen to the bottom of the pit, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.

These two clearly want to get involved too!

His temples throbbed slightly, and for a moment he was too lazy to even complain.

Long met Chen Ye's gaze and spoke.

"Tatsuba."

"I've been fighting this world government for half my life."

He paused, his gaze passing over Chen Ye and landing on Satan Saint on the ground.

"Since its founding, the Revolutionary Army has always lived in the shadow of the World Government. We watch our comrades bleed and innocent people be slaughtered, yet we can only fight in secret."

Those eyes held too much weight.

It's a fire that's been burning for decades.

It was also a hatred that had been suppressed for decades.

"This time, I'm going to step into the open."

Long spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice as deep as stone.

"I want to personally deliver a fatal blow to those high and mighty Five Elders. Even if it's just one blow."

These words carried such weight that it was difficult to refute them.

But this heavy atmosphere didn't last long.

Shanks stood beside the dragon, tilting his head and casually placing his one arm on his hip.

He grinned, a grin that seemed perfectly justified.

"Don't look at me like that, Chenye."

"We, the Red-Haired Pirates, also have our pride. Beckman and the others are watching from up there."

As he spoke, he raised his only remaining arm and patted the famous sword Griffin at his waist.

"This is a real show of skill. If I were the captain and couldn't even land a single blow, how would I brag to my brothers when I got back? Lucky Rue would probably really smash a bone-in-the-head on me."

He said it so naturally.

Judging from his tone, anyone who didn't know better would think that the person lying in front of him wasn't the highest authority of the world government, but a wild boar waiting to be divided up.

The next second, an outrageous scene unfolded.

Dragon and Shanks exchanged a glance, and in that instant, they seemed to have reached some kind of consensus. They both turned to Chen Ye, bowed slightly, and clasped their hands together in front of their chests with an almost uncanny precision.

One is the leader of a revolutionary army who strikes fear into the hearts of world governments.

One of them is one of the Four Emperors who reign over the new world.

Standing there, they looked like two children begging for candy.

Please.

Dragon and Shanks spoke in unison.

That expression was quite serious.

Chen Ye's breath hitched for a second.

He stared at the two faces in front of him, both serious yet making funny faces, his eyes twitched violently, and his lips began to twitch, growing more and more intense. He remained stunned for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

What's this?

This is the kind of behavior of the world's top experts.

Where was that domineering aura that seemed to shake the heavens just now?

How did they suddenly become two middle-aged women scrambling for the last cabbage in the market?

Chen Ye raised his hand to support his forehead.

His idealized view of this group of guys shattered completely.

Before he could finish venting his frustration, the other end of the pit exploded.

Roger, Rocks, and Whitebeard stopped their infighting almost simultaneously. The murderous aura that had been clashing between them vanished in an instant. The three overlords of the old era turned their heads in unison, their six eyes like knives, fixed intently on Dragon and Shanks.

His eyes were full of anger.

It is the most direct hostility a top predator exhibits when its food is forcibly taken away.

Roger was the first to rush out!

"What are you two brats doing getting involved in this mess!"

Roger started cursing, his spittle almost landing on the dragon's face.

The old monster on the ground is so big that even the three of us wouldn't be enough to share it!

His posture was exactly like that of a vicious dog guarding its food with bloodshot eyes.

"This is my prey! I'm going to show the whole world the power of the Pirate King! No way! Not an inch! You won't get a single piece!"

Whitebeard also snorted coldly.

His arm muscles bulged, and he suddenly swung the Murakumogiri horizontally. The blade gleamed coldly, and his tall figure stood forward like a mountain, completely blocking Shanks' path.

"Redhead, get back to your ship and drink."

The white-bearded man looked down at Shanks with a face full of disdain.

"Satan Saint, this old bone doesn't have much room for you to cut. With one stroke of my blade, there won't even be any ashes left. You're too late, there's nothing for you."

There was absolutely no room for negotiation in their words.

Rocks stood at the back, arms crossed!

"Roger and Newgate are those two bastards, they're really annoying."

"But this time, they're right. Three people is the limit. Adding two more is absolutely impossible. My prey is not for anyone else to touch."

Despite the almost tangible pressure from three top-tier experts, Long's expression remained unchanged. He did not retreat an inch!

"All three of you are senior figures from the previous era."

"Your reputation is already quite prestigious. This is a new era; you should be more generous and give way to the two of us younger generation."

These words, like needles, pierced the three people's most unpleasant spots.

Shanks' eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Exactly! Dragon is absolutely right!"

Shanks yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue on the high seas. How can you elders take things from us young people? It'll sound terrible if word gets out. Captain Whitebeard Roger, you don't want people to say you're bullying the younger generation, do you?"

These words immediately ignited a tense atmosphere in the room.

"A senior colleague?"

Roger was furious on the spot, his eyes wide open.

"Who's old! You tell me clearly, who's old!"

Roger's beard was trembling, and he looked like a hedgehog with its fur standing on end.

"I'm forever young! You bastard with shoe prints on your face, how dare you call me old! Back when I was roaming the seas, you were probably making your fortune somewhere else!"

Whitebeard was furious.

He tightened his grip on the handle of the Murakumo-giri knife and shoved the end of the handle into the ground.

"You little redhead, stop trying to act tough!"

Whitebeard roared angrily.

"Back when you were on Roger's ship, you were still snotty-nosed! I could have flicked you away with a single finger! And now you dare to come and lecture me? You really think that just because you're one of the Four Emperors, you can act like you're above everyone else?"

A terrifying surge of Conqueror's Haki swept across the bottom of the pit like a black storm.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Lox roared furiously, his ferocity terrifying.

"I've never learned how to write the character 'let' in my entire life!! Anyone who dares to take it from me, I'll kill them first!"

He was wildly arrogant, like an ancient beast that had been completely enraged and was ready to pounce and bite at any moment.

The five people were completely thrown into chaos.

All that air of a peerless master, all that dignity of standing at the pinnacle of the world, has vanished now.

They were like five thugs fighting over territory on the street, pointing fingers at each other and cursing, each one more ruthless than the last when it came to bringing up old grievances, and the scene instantly spiraled out of control.

"Roger! You bastard, how dare you speak!"

The white-bearded man pointed at Roger's nose and started cursing.

"Back then, you borrowed my Kozuki Oden, promising to only lend him for a year! And what happened?! You never intended to return him! You untrustworthy bastard!"

"fart!"

Roger immediately retorted.

That was Oden's own choice!

"Both of you shut up!"

Rocks cut in from the side, heading straight for Roger.

"Roger! If it weren't for you and that bastard Garp teaming up, I would have crushed the world under my feet long ago! You ruined my plans, and today this Saint Satan must pay for it!"

"What's it to me!"

Roger, not to be outdone, immediately retorted.

While dodging the rampaging Haki, Shanks didn't forget to continue fanning the flames.

"Hey, stop arguing. If Bucky knew there were Five Elders here who could fight, he'd definitely come and take it too. I'm just reserving a spot for Bucky. You can't not even give Bucky face, can you?"

"roll!"

Rocks and Whitebeard roared at him simultaneously.

"Who does that red-nosed brat think he is!"

The dragon stood expressionless in the middle of the chaos, speaking the most hateful words with the calmest face.

"Whitebeard, you pirates have been plundering the seas for years. You've stolen the Revolutionary Army's supplies more than once. I still have them. Consider this Satan Saint as compensation to the Revolutionary Army."

"You're dreaming!"

The other four roared at the dragon almost simultaneously.

Five completely different, yet terrifyingly powerful auras clashed wildly in the cramped space at the bottom of the pit.

These five top experts argued heatedly, their faces flushed and spittle flying, over the right to kill someone.

And at their feet.

Look down again.

Satan heard these words clearly.

I heard every single word.

The dignified Five Elders were described as a piece of rotten meat that wasn't even enough to go around.

He is Saint Satan.

Scientific defense against the God of War.

One of the highest powers in world government.

For eight hundred years, the "god" has sat high in the clouds.

But now, he has become something to be picked over, a piece of pork to be fought over by pirates and criminals.

That sense of humiliation.

He wanted to roar.

I want to crush all these ants in front of me.

But there was nothing he could do.

He couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

I could only lie there like a dead dog, listening to them discuss how to tear me to pieces.

This is a thousand times more painful than killing him outright.