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This response instantly triggered a chain reaction.
The top ten trending topics on TikTok were all related, and the entire internet was swallowed by the impending storm:
#Summit War Countdown
#Whitebeard VS Marine Headquarters
#Ace
A tense atmosphere spread to every corner of the Sea, and everyone was waiting for this inevitable conflict.
Meanwhile, in Impel Down, Ace watched the video the jailer secretly showed him, tears silently streaming down his face.
A complex look appeared in his eyes, as if he was worried about Whitebeard's safety and felt helpless about the coming war. He murmured softly, "Pops..."
On the Moby Dick, Whitebeard closed Sengoku's reply, a cold smile playing on his lips, revealing his characteristic gap teeth. "Gurarararara... My sons!"
His Murakumogiri pointed directly toward Marine Headquarters. "Prepare for battle!"
The thunderous roars of the pirates echoed through the sky, the entire Sea trembled with their war cry, their eyes firm, ready to face any challenge.
Whitebeard's flag fluttered in the wind, declaring to the whole world that they would not back down!
...
At the same time,
Ron sat on a ship in the New World, watching the crazily refreshing data stream on TikTok, frowning.
A hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes. "Can't these old guys just be quiet for a while? Can't they solve things peacefully?"
Then, his gaze fell on the Honor of Kings icon on his phone screen. His mind suddenly exploded, and an idea slowly emerged in his head.
His eyes became brighter and brighter, and the corner of his mouth slightly curved up. "I have a way!"
...
As soon as Whitebeard's declaration of war video was released, the entire Sea was shaken.
In the dimly lit conference room at the Revolutionary Army headquarters, the light from the projector screen illuminated the serious, tattooed face of Dragon.
He crossed his hands under his chin, staring at Whitebeard's imposing declaration of war video on the screen. The wrinkles between his brows deepened a few points.
"Leader, latest intelligence." Sabo walked in quickly, holding a stack of fax papers. "Whitebeard has assembled forty-three pirate crews under his command, and the fleet is sailing toward Marine Headquarters at full speed."
His voice was a little strained. "According to the route calculation, they will meet the Marines in at most 72 hours."
Dragon slowly stood up and walked to the world map.
His fingertip traced the Whitebeard Pirates' advance route, finally stopping at the location of Marine Headquarters. A hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.
"The Marines won't release him," Dragon's voice was low and certain. "Ace's identity is too special... He is Roger's son."
Sabo's pupils suddenly contracted, and the documents in his hand almost fell. "What?! Fire Fist Ace is Pirate King Roger's son..."
Then, his mind suddenly felt a sharp pain, and some blurry images began to surface. But the more he couldn't see clearly, the more Sabo wanted to see clearly, and the headache became more and more intense.
He couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hand, and fine beads of sweat appeared.
Dragon noticed Sabo's condition, gently patted his shoulder, and pulled him out of his painful thoughts. He frowned slightly, looking at Sabo. "Did you know Ace before?"
"I... I don't know," Sabo shook his head, his voice a little weak. "There are some images, I don't know if they are about him."
"In that case, the next mission is entrusted to you, Sabo." Dragon turned around, his eyes in the shadows as sharp as knives. "Sabo, you will take the second and third divisions to the sea near Marine Headquarters and wait for orders."
Sabo immediately straightened his back. "Are we going to support Whitebeard?"
"No." Dragon shook his head, a hint of sternness in his tone. "It's to make this war... burn hotter."
He walked to the window, looked at the surging waves in the distance, his eyes deep. "The Marines have become more and more reckless over the years. It's time for them to taste some hardship."
Sabo nodded thoughtfully. "I understand. Attack the Marine supply lines in the chaos? Or..."
"Act according to the situation," Dragon interrupted him. "Remember, our goal is to maximize the damage to the Marines' strength." He paused, a hint of warning in his tone. "But do not intervene directly. Just let Whitebeard and the Marines tear each other apart."
Sabo saluted and prepared to leave.
Outside the window, a flash of lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating the complex expression on Dragon's face. The rain began to fall, pattering against the glass, as if playing a prelude to the coming storm of blood and carnage.
"Oh, right," Dragon suddenly called out to Sabo. "If possible, record every detail of this war."
Sabo nodded knowingly. "Should we live stream it on TikTok?"
A cold smile curved on Dragon's lips. "Let the whole world see how fragile their so-called 'absolute justice' is."
When Sabo's figure disappeared into the rainy night, Dragon looked at Whitebeard's declaration of war video again.
In the video, the "world's strongest man" was holding up his Murakumogiri, and the pirates behind him let out a thunderous war cry.
The corner of Dragon's mouth slightly turned up, and he murmured softly, "The tide of the era... is finally about to change course."
At the same time,
At the Revolutionary Army's secret port, dozens of warships disguised as merchant ships were quietly setting sail.
On the deck, the Revolutionary Army soldiers silently wiped their weapons, and the fire of changing the world burned in everyone's eyes.
Their eyes were firm, as if they had already seen a brand new future.
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In various corners of the New World, countless taverns were currently staging similar scenes.
Under the dim yellow light, a group of pirates sat around a greasy wooden table, the light from their phone screens illuminating their shocked faces.
The air was filled with the aroma of rum and the smell of tobacco, and the entire tavern was immersed in a tense and oppressive atmosphere.
An old pirate with a face full of scars stared at Whitebeard's declaration of war video. The rum glass in his hand fell to the ground with a "crash," and the amber liquid splashed onto his worn leather boots.
He widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe everything in front of him. "For one crewmate... challenging the entire Marine Headquarters?" His voice trembled slightly.
Bounty hunter "Viper" Jason gasped, the veins on his forehead bulging, a hint of shock in his tone. "That old guy Whitebeard is definitely crazy!"
The tavern fell into a brief silence, only Whitebeard's deep voice from the video echoing: "If you won't release him, then let's fight!"
In the corner, a one-armed pirate suddenly slammed the table heavily, making the glasses clatter.
Tears glistened in his single eye. "If I had a Captain like this back then... my brothers wouldn't have..." His voice choked up, and he wiped his face with a rough palm, a hint of pain and nostalgia in his eyes.
"To Whitebeard!" The young pirate "Musket" Billy suddenly stood up, raised his glass, his voice trembling slightly. "A Captain like this... is worth dying for!"
"To Whitebeard!"