Chapter 92: Three Dragons Soar, Free to Come and Go

The Sabaody Archipelago waters.

The moment the Marines pulled Elaine Saint from the sea, Akainu raised his arm and slashed it down.

“All Marines, execute the Holy Wrath.”

Though unclear why Barzab Seven refused to retreat, it didn’t matter—whether he was emboldened or had another plan, today he would be utterly crushed.

You want to reach the New World? Not a chance.

Every pirate here will die.

Twenty Marine warships roared to life with violent steam engine thunder, preparing to charge toward the East Sea Emperor.

Yet the warships suddenly sank slightly, then began to shake violently for no reason.

On the dog-headed warship’s bow, Akainu frowned: unusual. By Barzab Seven’s nature, he’d normally use Conqueror’s Haki to clear the area first.

The Marines on deck also noticed the anomaly.

“What’s going on? Is the sea level dropping?”

A Marine Vice Admiral pointed toward the waters ahead.

“No—look! Something’s rising from the sea!”

Before all the Marines’ eyes, the sea ahead surged upward in colossal waves, as if something massive was about to break the surface.

In an instant, a pair of dragon horns emerged first—formed entirely of seawater, their outlines flickering through churning foam.

Then,

a pair of emerald-blue dragon eyes slowly opened, each as vast as a warship, as deep as the ocean trench, their whiskers curling and flowing like waves in the air.

Soon, the entire dragon head rose fully from the sea.

Merely the size of the dragon’s skull surpassed that of a small island.

The seawater dragon lifted its head to the sky, its colossal body rising inch by inch, blotting out the sun and casting a shadow that engulfed the entire Holy Wrath fleet.

“A dragon’s head bigger than an island…”

“So terrifying.”

Kizaru’s mouth hung slightly open, unable to articulate his shock—wasn’t Barzab Seven a Logia user of the Thunder-Thunder Fruit? How could he control the sea?

Clan talent? Or a bloodline factor?

Little brother, you really are a treasure trove.

Every time someone thinks they’ve glimpsed your true power, you surprise them again—controlling seawater? That’s not a surprise, that’s a horror.

The sound of Marines swallowing saliva was drowned out entirely by the dragon’s soaring roar.

“Aren’t you the Thunder-Thunder Fruit user? How can you control the sea?!”

“Control the sea… on the ocean?!”

“How do we fight this?!”

Boom～ Boom～ Boom～

“More?” Kizaru looked up.

Dark clouds churned wildly; within their depths, even more violent creatures were forming, lightning crackling furiously.

Finally, violet lightning split the cloud-sea.

Countless thunderstorms rapidly condensed, stretched, and solidified into jagged bones and wild contours—

a colossal dragon composed entirely of violet plasma, its scales forged from condensed storms, its claws torn from jagged lightning, its two enormous eyes like searchlights sweeping over the Marine fleet.

One emerald seawater dragon, one violet lightning dragon—two colossal dragons, each as vast as a mountain range, completely encircled the Marine Holy Wrath fleet.

Between heaven and sea, twin dragons soared.

Beside Akainu, Garp pinched his nose, his eyes gleaming with unusual light: Roger, you weren’t wrong—this kid truly hides countless secrets.

A dual-Logia user?

Thunder-Thunder Fruit and seawater control… Could this kid have killed the Golden Lion and eaten the Gliding Fruit?

Then the question arises: how did Barzab Seven obtain the Gliding Fruit after killing the Golden Lion?

Does he know how to recover Devil Fruits?

Indeed, he hides endless secrets.

Only seconds had passed since the Marines pulled Elaine Saint from the sea—yet in the blink of an eye, Seven and the Marine Holy Wrath fleet had reversed roles.

The Vice Admirals who moments ago had been brimming with martial zeal, eager to obliterate the Sea Emperor, now lost all their fire; their pupils reflected only confusion before the unknown.

How can the Thunder-Thunder Fruit control two forces simultaneously—especially the sea?!

Does this mean any fleet facing Barzab Seven is as fragile as paper, easily shattered?

“This… we’ll all be wiped out!”

Sensing the fleet’s crumbling morale, Akainu roared to rally the Marines.

“Barzab Seven!”

“Is this all your power? Do you think this alone will make the Marines kneel?!”

Flying foes are infuriating—but what disgusted Akainu most was that Barzab Seven, alone, had halted the entire Holy Wrath fleet.

“Oh～～?”

Seven’s voice dragged out, laced with amusement: “Unsatisfied?”

Before he finished speaking, the blazing wings behind Seven burst open, filling the air with an infernal, furious heat.

Before Akainu’s stunned gaze and the Marines’ slack-jawed stares—

torrents of fire erupted from Seven’s blazing wings, swirling, twisting, coiling into jagged dragon bones, searing claws, and a roaring dragon head!

In an instant, a third colossal dragon, forged from crimson flame, spiraled upward.

Heaven and sea lost their color.

The boundless emerald, the violent violet, the golden-red flame—three elemental dragons of utterly distinct natures filled the entire sky and vision.

The colossal dragon bodies cast not shadows, but three distinct domains of annihilation, locking the entire Marine fleet within.

The Marines looked up, suddenly feeling their weapons grow impossibly heavy.

Their faces were alternately bathed in eerie blue waterlight, blinding lightning, and searing flame—reduced to primal shock and despair.

Three dragons soared, as if the end of the world had arrived.

These were not Seven’s usual small thunder dragons—each was as vast as a mountain range; even with his godlike stamina, he could summon at most five.

Just as Seven prepared to unleash the three dragons upon the Marine Holy Wrath fleet, a wild laugh rang out.

“Jehahaha～”

“Barzab Seven, you never cease to amaze me!”

The Golden Lion’s golden hair whipped wildly as he hovered beside Seven, smoking a cigar; behind him, the East Sea Emperor and the Giant Yacht floated in the sky.

“The legendary pirate Golden Lion… even a pirate of his caliber has joined the Morning Star Pirates?”

“Their ship’s flying.”

“Golden Lion.” Garp grew unusually serious.

Two and a half years ago, Golden Lion launched a surprise attack on Marine Headquarters, Marineford—Garp and Zhanguo had Lianshou subdued him and imprisoned him in Impel Down.

Months ago, Golden Lion escaped from Impel Down.

“Jehahaha, Garp!”

“Try locking me up in Impel Down again!”

With the ship’s helm safely removed, Golden Lion now saw everyone as marked men, worthless trash, utterly defenseless.

Garp cracked his knuckles.

Kizaru kept his hands in his pockets, silent.

Only Akainu finally realized: Barzab Seven and the Morning Star Pirates never intended to dive to Fish-Man Island—the coating was a decoy; Barzab Seven meant to fly over the Red Line.

He’s going to escape again.

Damn it!!!

Seven’s lips curled into a smile.

“I hope you all enjoy the performance I’ve prepared—exclusively for you.”

“Senior Shiki, let’s go.”

Golden Lion snorted, unusually silent, and followed Seven without protest, striding away from the Marines’ sight with arrogant ease.

When the two returned to the East Sea Emperor, the three elemental dragons seemed to respond in unison, lifting their heads—air itself froze in the heavens.

Seeing this, Akainu shot molten lava from his body and swung a molten fist toward the flame dragon.

“Magma Dog!”

Kizaru levitated midair, his hands swirling with countless beams of light, completely engulfing the lightning dragon.

“Yasakani no Magatama!”

Garp launched himself skyward, his iron fist coated in Conqueror’s and Armament Haki, crashing straight into the seawater dragon.

“Fist Bone: Impact!”

As he swung, Garp couldn’t help but think: this kid Barzab Seven has ridiculous luck—if Kuzan hadn’t taken leave to go home, we might’ve actually captured the Morning Star Pirates this time.

Boom～ Boom～

Two violent explosions echoed above the Holy Wrath fleet; Akainu landed silently on the dog-headed warship’s bow, expressionless, while Kizaru soared higher.

Only Garp cursed under his breath.

“Get out of the way!”

The emerald dragon shattered under Garp’s blow, but dissolved into countless towering waves that crashed down—eighteen of the twenty Marine warships executing the Holy Wrath were flipped over entirely.

The dog-headed warship’s bow.

Akainu’s body steamed with vapor; the cigar in his mouth had long been doused by seawater, yet the fire of his rage burned hotter than ever.

“Barzab Seven!!!”

……

Over the Sabaody Archipelago waters, a hot-air balloon ship floated above the Shichibukai fleet; Morgens stood with arms crossed, laughing wildly.

“Big news! This is real big news.”

“Barzab Seven!!”

“You didn’t disappoint me after all.”

After bravely storming the Ohara Shichibukai strike force, he has now shattered another Marine Shichibukai squadron.

As he laughed, the phone worm in his pocket suddenly vibrated; Morgens quickly pulled it out and answered—it was the exclusive line to Barzab Seven, arranged through Haiyun Company.

“Barzab Seven, congratulations! After this Shichibukai strike, your bounty will surely skyrocket!”

The phone worm smiled warmly.

“Mr. Morgens, given our pleasant cooperation, I’ll share two pieces of news with you—”

Morgens swallowed hard, pulling out paper and pen as he spoke.

“Take your time—I’m writing it all down.”

The phone worm spoke slowly: “First, I ate the Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Beast Type, in the form of Lei Shen. Second, Whitebeard has joined the Morning Star Pirates…”

“I hope these two pieces of news will double your newspaper sales again.”

Morgens took several deep breaths to calm his excitement: “Barzab Seven, could you reveal how you convinced the legendary pirate Whitebeard to join you?”

The phone worm smiled faintly.

“I was by Shi Ji’s side during his lowest moment. As for how he reached that low—don’t ask.”

After hanging up, Morgens sat frozen for a long while.

“What?!”