Chapter 372

Every single one of these scenes fell with perfect clarity into the eyes of all the cadets on the warship's deck, filling their expressions with utter bewilderment.

Clearly, they hadn't expected it either.

Lu En would actually choose to take action personally!

Watching Lu En's figure depart with Moon Steps beneath his feet, Master Zefa's expression shifted slightly. Instinctively he wanted to give chase, but considering the group of weak cadets beside him, he had no choice but to forcibly halt his current movement.

"Damned little brat!"

"You're far too impulsive."

"That Whitebeard the Second possesses strength in no way inferior to a Grand Line pirate with a bounty of several hundred million Berries. You're nothing but a mere five-year-old brat—are you charging in there to die?"

"A monster whose strength is no less than that of a pirate with a bounty of several hundred million Berries—how could he possibly be a strong enemy that you, a mere five-year-old brat, could handle?"

"Damn it!"

Master Zefa clenched both fists, his face full of anger and worry as he gazed at Lu En's retreating back.

Regarding Lu En's actions, he felt a mixture of shock and fury, yet at the same time could not help but harbor enormous worry and concern for Lu En's personal safety.

To be called Whitebeard the Second—just how strong is the other party?

The answer is self-evident.

Lu En is nothing but a mere five-year-old brat!

No matter how you look at it…

Master Zefa could not imagine whether Lu En could shake that man, Weibull.

Hard!

As hard as ascending to the heavens!

Basically no possibility at all!

"Master Zefa, is that Weibull really that strong?"

Smoker asked weakly.

"Even I don't have a hundred percent certainty of taking him down."

"You tell me—is he strong or not?"

Master Zefa drew a deep breath and spoke with heavy, earnest words.

Looking at the group of cadets beside him, their faces full of panic and anxiety, he forcibly suppressed the impulse within him to go intercept Lu En.

He could not abandon this group of cadets to the threat and harm of pirates…

As for Lu En?

If the moment came when there was absolutely no other choice, he would likewise step in and rescue Lu En.

"When did a pirate like Whitebeard the Second appear in the first half of the Grand Line?"

"Shouldn't he be in the New World?"

"Damn it!"

"What on earth have the Navy's intelligence officers been eating? A complete bunch of useless deadweights!"

Master Zefa flew into a rage.

On this voyage out to sea, he clearly had not anticipated it in the slightest.

That he would actually run into a Grand Line pirate of Whitebeard the Second's caliber.

If it were one-on-one, of course he would not fear the other party.

But with a whole household trailing behind him—a group of seventy elite cadets of the Navy's new generation—he could not help but be concerned in his heart, and did not dare to go alone to face Weibull.

"This pirate called Weibull's strength…"

"Is in no way inferior to a Grand Line pirate with a bounty of two or three hundred million Berries!"

"Placed in the first half of the Grand Line, his strength can be said to stand at the very top staircase tier."

"On this sea, the number of pirates stronger than him is exceedingly few! You could count them on one hand."

Master Zefa spoke in a heavy tone.

"That strong?"

"If that's the case…"

"Isn't Lu En in danger?"

Tina's exquisite, pretty face was covered in worry.

The remaining cadets also felt worry for Lu En.

Although in their hearts, Lu En's strength was indeed extremely great.

They still did not believe,

that Lu En, a mere five years old, could shake that Weibull, whose combat power reached the level of a bounty worth several hundred million Berries.

"Can he do it?"

"Lu En is way too impulsive."

"That's a Grand Line pirate with combat power worth a bounty of several hundred million Berries!"

"Even Master Zefa doesn't have full certainty of taking him down. And he actually dares to go alone to deal with a Grand Line pirate of that caliber?"

"And also…"

"Did you all hear what he said just now? He said he already possesses combat power at the Vice Admiral level? Isn't that simply insane?"

"A mere five-year-old brat actually possessing Vice Admiral-level combat power? In any case, I don't buy it."

"Lu En probably has no idea just how strong the Vice Admirals of our Marine Headquarters truly are, to dare spout such brazen, arrogant nonsense."

"I feel the same way."

"…"

Voices buzzed with speculation.

Dozens of eyes, filled with worry, gazed upward at the young figure walking through the sky.

Among them,

including Master Zefa, Smoker, and Tina, their hearts were equally heavy with concern.

Visible to the naked eye.

As the massive pirate ship drew ever closer, Lu En, stepping on Moon Step through the sky, closed the distance to the vessel.

Finally—

When the pirate ship was less than a kilometer from the warship, Lu En arrived smoothly above its deck, at a height of dozens of meters.

Lu En, standing on Moon Step, looked down from above, surveying the entire pirate ship.

Meanwhile,

aboard the pirate ship,

Weybul, Miss Baking, and their hundred-plus pirates also saw Lu En approaching through the air.

"Mommy, who is he?"

Weybul tilted his head, snot dripping from his nose, his ugly face staring blankly at Lu En in the sky, gripping his guandao tightly.

"He's the enemy!"

"The enemy we must kill!"

"Weybul, listen to your mother…"

"When the time comes, kill him brutally!"

"Kill every last one of those marines."

Miss Baking's eyes burned with killing intent, fixed unblinkingly on the figure in the sky.

Seeing Lu En leave the warship alone and descend upon their ship, she had already marked him as a cold corpse.

How dare he come alone to challenge us?

He's clearly tired of living!

Today…

All these marines will die!

"The marines are such useless trash…"

"They actually sent a five-year-old brat to face us?"

"Who are they insulting?"

"How dare a mere five-year-old brat act boldly above me?"

"When the time comes, I'll make you pay a terrible price!"