"Marco was killed in seconds?"
Only then did the young man raise his head, revealing a face with a strange expression. He looked at the corpses scattered across the ground and at Rob Lucci, standing beside them in a white robe and hat. The young man asked, "Did he kill Marco in seconds?"
"Shhh~!"
"Be quiet! He's a murderous sea thief."
"In just one move, he wiped out all the crew summoned by Marco! We didn't even see how that guy attacked, and Marco was killed by him in an instant."
"Don't say any more—just hurry and hide. If you provoke him, your life won't be guaranteed."
A pirate whispered this warning.
Marco remained silent.
From the front, a figure approached. His grim expression darkened as he raised his head to look at Marco. "I thought you were invincible... but it turns out you're just a fraud."
The pirates nearby exchanged confused glances, unsure of what was happening.
"CP0... sir?"
Marco ignored Rob Lucci's taunts and asked coldly, "Did the World Government order you to kill me?"
"He's… CP-0!?"
"CP0—the highest authority among the government's spy agencies!?"
"It's said that the commander of CP0 ranks above even an admiral in status and authority! Their strength is said to rival the navy's top generals!"
The revelation sent shockwaves through the pirates.
Hiss!
The sound of gasping echoed along the street.
It was only now that the pirates realized the man in the white robe, with a parrot perched on his shoulder, held such an astonishing rank.
And the young man standing before him… who was he?!
Everyone burned with curiosity.
"After fighting Katakuri and narrowly escaping from Kaido... I doubt you have the strength to flee from me now," Rob Lucci said. His parrot fluttered its wings and flew away—an ominous signal.
The battle was about to begin.
"He… he's the Immortal Phoenix Marco!?"
A pirate on the side suddenly realized the truth and shouted in shock.
"What?!"
"He's Marco?!"
"So the one killed earlier… was an impostor?"
The whole street buzzed with disbelief. None of the pirates had expected such a twist. It was an astonishing development.
Now, all eyes turned to Marco and Rob Lucci.
They knew that a fierce battle was imminent.
Many of Marco's fans looked worried.
As Rob Lucci had said, Marco had just endured grueling fights, and his body was still recovering. Would he be able to fight at full strength?
"Sorry," Marco said, downing the last of his iced juice. "But the one who dies today… will be you."
Swish!
Rob Lucci made the first move.
Navy Six Style: Shave!
In a flash, his figure shot forward like lightning. The power of his technique multiplied several times over, leaving afterimages in the air. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Marco.
With a powerful kick, the air screamed under the force of the strike.
White energy surged along his leg, the result of his Shave technique supercharging his kick. The destructive force behind it was immense.
Marco, however, casually raised his hand—catching the deadly kick with ease.
"Observation Haki!"
Rob Lucci's expression shifted instantly.
Boom!
Marco retaliated with a kick of his own. The force exploded upon impact, sending Rob Lucci flying backward.
Navy Six Style: Paper Art!
Lucci's body rippled like water, absorbing the impact. Even so, he tumbled through the air and landed hard.
Step!
Using his momentum, Rob Lucci flipped mid-air and stabilized himself upon landing.
Swish!
Navy Six Style: Shave!
He launched himself again, moving at incredible speed. A series of white afterimages trailed behind him as he soared into the sky.
Navy Six Style: Moonwalk!
Xiuxiu~!
From above, Rob Lucci unleashed another technique.
Navy Six Style: Tempest Kick!
Vacuum blades, tens of meters long, glinted with a cold, white light as they sliced through the air toward Marco.
The terrifying whistle of the slashes sent shivers down the spines of those watching.
The power behind these Tempest Kicks was far greater than ordinary ones—each blade carried devastating force.
Countless blades rushed toward Marco, promising absolute destruction.
In the face of such a precise and deadly assault, Marco remained as calm and fearless as ever.
With a sudden burst, enormous flame wings sprouted from his back. The moment they unfurled, Marco had already taken to the sky, soaring upward with ease.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, Rob Lucci's terrifying slashes rained down on the street. Each slash split the ground apart with violent force, sending chunks of earth and stone flying in all directions. Massive cracks tore through the ground, and in an instant, nearby buildings and shops were ripped apart.
Some houses were severed cleanly in half, collapsing with a thunderous crash.
The once-lively street was now a scene of devastation, turned into an unrecognizable wasteland. Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, shrouding the area in a dense cloud.
The pirates, sensing the danger before the fight even began, had wisely fled the battlefield. Now, watching from afar, they couldn't help but gape in awe.
"What terrifying mastery of the Navy Six Styles!"
"This guy… is he really the strongest CP0 agent?"
Finally, someone recalled an infamous rumor—the CP agencies were said to harbor a prodigious genius, one renowned as the most talented, the strongest, and the most ruthless agent in the last few centuries.
CP0's activities were always shrouded in secrecy. Few ever witnessed their operatives in action, leaving only whispers and rumors to spread across the seas.
"His strength… it really might rival that of a navy admiral!"
Pirates murmured in disbelief as they tried to comprehend the sheer force on display.
Boom!
Meanwhile, Rob Lucci continued his relentless assault from the air, using a combination of Moonwalk and Tempest Kick to unleash a barrage of vacuum slashes. White streaks of light cut through the dust-filled sky, streaking toward Marco with frightening speed.
Below, the street was torn asunder—the ground fractured and the air thick with debris. Entire sections of buildings were obliterated under the relentless onslaught.
But despite the sheer destruction, not a single slash landed on Marco.
All of Rob Lucci's attacks were in vain.
"Pointless attacks," Marco murmured, his expression unbothered.
With his mastery of Observation Haki, Marco could effortlessly read the trajectory of every incoming attack. Even if he closed his eyes, dodging them was a trivial task.
Suddenly, there was a loud blast as Rob Lucci shifted tactics.
Using Moonwalk as his base, he combined hundreds of consecutive Shave techniques, turning himself into a white blur as he surged forward with overwhelming force.
The sound of his advance echoed like thunder through the battlefield.
"This time, you won't escape!"
Lucci's voice cut through the air, and in an instant, he was upon Marco.
But just as Rob Lucci believed he had closed in—
Whoosh!
With a flash of flame, Marco's wings moved gracefully, and he slipped past Lucci's assault with minimal effort, as if the attack was child's play.
"What a poor excuse for Observation Haki," Marco remarked coolly, evading with ease.
BOOM!
In a fluid motion, Marco counterattacked. He spun in mid-air and brought his foot crashing down toward Lucci.
Paper Art!
Iron Body!
Armament Haki!
Rob Lucci reacted with astonishing speed. In an instant, he reduced his body's density, making himself as light as paper to absorb the impact. At the same time, his body hardened with Iron Body and was further reinforced with Armament Haki, turning him into a near-impenetrable force.
But—
The next moment—
Rob Lucci's expression twisted in shock.
Boom!
Marco's foot collided with him, and blue flames erupted from the point of impact. The force of Marco's stomp sent Lucci plummeting from the sky, smashing him into the ground with devastating power.
BOOOOM!
A massive crater formed upon impact, sending dirt, rubble, and dust flying high into the air.
When the smoke finally cleared—
Marco stood tall, his flaming wings spread wide, one foot planted firmly on Rob Lucci's chest.
Lucci lay embedded in the ground, pinned beneath Marco's crushing weight. The deep pit beneath them was filled with cracks that spread like a web, radiating outward in every direction—a testament to the immense force of the blow.
The pirates watching from a distance were stunned into silence.
Marco gazed down at the defeated CP0 agent beneath him, flames flickering across his body, his expression cool and composed.
Victory, it seemed, was already decided.