Novel Full Chapter 352: Fight! So Satisfying!
Chapter 352: Chapter 352: Fight! So Satisfying!
Shanks watched as Kaido flew into the distance.
A hint of helplessness crossed his face.
He had thought the drunken Kaido would pick a fight with him.
After a brawl, the alcohol would wear off, and Kaido would leave.
But who would’ve guessed? Even drunk, Kaido never forgot his goal—to rush to Marineford.
And all he wanted was to leave.
There was no stopping him.
Was this really a drunken dragon? This wasn’t like Kaido at all!
And what’s more, wasn’t he always at odds with his daughter? Why did he seem so hung up on her?
Shanks sighed silently.
He had many questions, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on them.
With Kaido heading there, the Marines would be facing three Emperor-level powerhouses.
The pressure on them would be unimaginable.
He had to get there fast, or the Marine Headquarters might get wiped out completely!
Before long, Shanks’ ship swiftly turned around, speeding toward Marineford…
Meanwhile, high above, Kaido scowled and hurled his empty gourd downward.
That slash Red Hair landed earlier had only grazed his abdomen.
And that was in his dragon form.
His fiery breath had weakened the attack, and the wound was already nearly healed.
But Kaido was still fuming.
’Damn nuisance! Blocking me like that! Who the hell do you think you are?! Just you wait!’
’Next time your crew’s in a war, I’ll park myself at your doorstep! I’ll let the Marines pass, but any pirates who dare come to your aid? They’ll sit their asses down and drink with me—or die trying!’
Grumbling, he finally began to calm down.
This trip was mainly about retrieving Yamato.
He had seen the broadcast earlier.
Her shackles were gone, but she was still alive.
He didn’t know how she’d managed to free herself, but first thing’s first—get her back.
’This idiot! Charging into a battlefield full of monsters without a clue!’
’If she gets herself killed, how many heads will I have to crack to avenge her?!’
’And that damn Doflamingo! Strutting around in that gaudy pink like he’s hot shit!’
’Damn it! When I get there, I’m taking him apart!’
’And that doctor…’
’Tch! His skills are insane! Bringing the dead back to life? Unreal! Can’t even hate on that—pure, undeniable talent!’
’Hope Yamato managed to recruit him.’
’If she did, that’d be a massive win!’
’I’d protect that doc with my life! Anyone tries to touch him, they go through me first!’
’Then I’ll see how much Yamato’s grown.’
’If she’s doing alright, maybe I’ll let her roam free for a bit.’
’After pulling off something like this, she’s earned it.’
’But first, I gotta get there.’
’At this speed, ten more minutes. Hang in there, you damn fool. Don’t die on me!’
A trace of worry flickered across Kaido’s flushed face…
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Marineford, the Summit War.
By the time Kaido was closing in, another half-hour of brutal combat had passed.
Vir sat atop the giant “MARINE” letters, medical kit in hand, intently analyzing his notes.
No one had the luxury of paying him any attention now.
The battlefield was a scene of carnage.
The earth was dyed crimson.
Severed limbs littered the ground.
The entire island had fractured into jagged fragments, massive fissures spiderwebbing across its surface.
If not for Aokiji constantly reinforcing the ice, the island would’ve shattered long ago.
Even so, he had to keep repairing it—otherwise, the weaker Marines would be buried alongside Whitebeard.
That was something Aokiji would never allow.
This also made him a secondary target for Whitebeard.
Secondary? Because the three powerhouses in front of him made it impossible to land a decisive blow on Aokiji.
So Whitebeard settled for long-range quake attacks, occasionally slamming Aokiji with shockwaves.
Yet even these were enough to inflict serious damage.
Aokiji was already injured from his fight with Golden Lion.
Combined with Whitebeard’s assaults, his injuries were now on par with Kizaru’s—just less visible, mostly internal.
Whitebeard’s primary target became Zephyr, the weakest of the three.
Who else would he focus on?
Zephyr’s body was battered, his face smashed in by a brutal punch.
A concussion was inevitable.
His chest had been slashed open—bones visible, some even severed.
And that was only because others had intervened at the last second.
Otherwise, Whitebeard’s reckless assault would’ve taken Zephyr’s head clean off.
The other top fighters had already coughed up blood multiple times.
Prime Whitebeard’s quakes were no joke.
Even with Armament Haki, their insides were getting rattled.
The sight sent chills through everyone on the battlefield!
So many people!
Ganging up on one guy! And this was the result?
The might of a Yonko was no joke.
Zephyr had retreated from the frontlines.
That last attack should’ve killed him—but Kizaru saved him at the last moment.
“Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?”
His shoe nearly flew off from the force, but it gave Zephyr the split-second boost he needed to evade death.
Now, he was just severely wounded—not dead.
Speaking of… this was the first time Kizaru had used that move in this fight…
If the Marines were in bad shape, Whitebeard was worse.
His chest was caved in, his body riddled with over a dozen lightbeam-pierced wounds that bled nonstop, a long gash across his abdomen.
His organs were heavily ruptured, a chunk of his head was caved in, and his left arm was badly frostbitten.
Blood streamed down his face, obscuring his vision.
Gasping for breath, he was nearing his limit.
Yet his expression showed no pain—only exhilaration.
This fight… was worth it!
As another blade speared through Whitebeard’s left shoulder…
Vir, perched at the highest point, calmly scribbled in his notebook:
“Left shoulder puncture wound. Moderate damage. Add two more ounces of dragon-tail flower to the stew.”
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