Chapter 219: Fierce Clash on Hachinosu

To break free from the Navy Vice Admirals encircling them, Sakazuki and his group unleashed a barrage of large-scale attacks. Waves of elemental energy trapped their foes in an instant, but the Vice Admirals were no pushovers. They countered fiercely, their relentless assaults coming down like a storm, forcing Sakazuki’s group to fight desperately just to hold their ground.

Oven and Daifuku both radiated a menacing presence. As a Heat-Heat Fruit user, Oven lifted both hands, his whole body blazing with scorching heat so intense that the two Vice Admirals facing him didn’t dare get close.

Daifuku was flanked by Xiahou Dun and Dian Wei, and together, they drove the opposing Vice Admirals back, forcing them into retreat again and again in just a matter of moments.

In the thick of battle, Perospero frowned deeply as he sized up the situation. He knew if they didn’t take care of the Vice Admirals soon, things would only get more dangerous.

Meanwhile, at the heart of the battlefield, Ledfield found the fight lacking in intensity, so he dragged Sengoku—who was locked in combat with Charlotte Linlin—over to his side. He figured it was the perfect moment for his side to make a retreat.

Ledfield sneered and shouted, “Hahaha, now that’s more like it! You Navy guys aren’t all you’re cracked up to be.”

Once Sengoku was dragged into the fray, he didn’t hesitate to jump right into the fight.

“You’ve got some nerve mocking the Navy,” Sengoku shot back at Ledfield. “I’ll make sure you regret those words.”

Ledfield glanced at Charlotte Linlin first. “You all go ahead, I’ll handle things here.” Then he let out another cold laugh. “You think you can stop me? Don’t kid yourselves.”

His wings folded away, Ledfield fought Sengoku and Garp head-on with nothing but his raw strength. Their fierce battle stirred the air with each devastating clash.

Freed from her previous opponent, Charlotte Linlin didn’t waste a second. With a nod, she wielded her Emperor’s Blade and charged toward Borsalino and the others.

With Charlotte Linlin joining the fray, Borsalino and his two companions were instantly able to break free.

Pett and his group sneered at Charlotte Linlin. “You think you can escape?” Without hesitation, they launched a fresh round of attacks at her and her crew.

Charlotte Linlin barked at Borsalino and the others. “Move, get out of here!” Then she turned on Pett. “If it weren’t for Garp and Sengoku, do you really think a petty Navy Vice Admiral like you would dare strut in front of me?”

Charlotte Linlin’s group fought and retreated at the same time, racing toward the shore as fast as they could.

“Don’t let them get away!” one Navy soldier shouted.

“We’ve got enough men. If we catch up, and with Sengoku and Garp’s help, we can slow them down and finally bring them to justice,” another answered.

Charlotte Linlin shot the Navy soldiers a cold glare. “Lapdogs of the World Government, that’s all you are.”

The Navy soldiers glared right back, one of them roaring in anger, “You pirates think you’re above the law! You’re beyond redemption!”

Charlotte Linlin’s reply was ice-cold. “Our crimes? Are you really going to sit there and say we’re worse than the World Government or the Celestial Dragons?”

Another Navy soldier joined in, yelling at Charlotte Linlin, “You damn pirate! No matter what you say, pirates have no place in this world!”

Charlotte Linlin didn’t waste another word. She picked up the pace, running hard toward the shore.

Their fighting and shouting never stopped—every exchange between the two sides was harsh and decisive, their arguments less about words and more about a clash of beliefs.

The Navy might be lackeys of the World Government, but it’s also true they’ve offered protection to a lot of innocent civilians.

Pirates. Their trade is pillage and violence, but under the Rocks Family’s rule, even regular folks managed to live decent lives—not constantly afraid of being snatched up and sold off as slaves.

With every turn, Garp and Sengoku felt a greater weight on their shoulders. They’d hoped to trap Charlotte Linlin here, but now that plan was slipping away.

They’d thought Ledfield’s strength was about on par with Charlotte Linlin, but now it was painfully clear he was far more powerful than they’d ever guessed.

“You let them go, but you think you’ll get away?” Garp’s voice boiled with rage. Their whole plan was in shambles. All they could do now was try to keep Ledfield from escaping—if they could manage that, at least they’d salvage something from this mess.

No one expected it—turns out, Ledfield outmatched Charlotte Linlin by a huge margin.

“If you’ve got the power, then come at me!” Ledfield charged forward, Western sword flashing.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Tension thickened the air as Ledfield darted in like a leopard, his sword gleaming as he thrust at Garp and Sengoku.

“Bone Fist—Meteor Shower!”

“Buddha Shockwave!”

Neither man wavered. They fought back at once, their clash sending sparks flying in every direction.

But Ledfield’s strength was beyond anything they’d expected. His swordplay lashed out like a storm, raining down attack after attack until Garp and Sengoku could barely keep up. Every one of his strikes crackled with destructive force; his sword light tore through the air, making even seasoned warriors flinch.

With no Admirals left to give chase, Charlotte Linlin’s crew quickly boarded their ship and left Hachinosu far behind.

“Mama, shouldn’t we wait for Ledfield?” Perospero asked carefully from her side.

“Ma ma ma ma!”

“Of course we’ll wait a bit,” Charlotte Linlin replied, eyes fixed on the island’s interior. “But get the main fleet moving away from here.” She sighed softly.

“Perospero, send the Fishmen to sink the Navy warships.”

Perospero turned and glanced toward the Navy ships docked by the ice floes, then nodded in understanding.

With most of the Navy’s forces busy on the island, now was the perfect time.

He immediately sent out over a hundred Fishmen, and they sped underwater toward the Navy ships, ready to put holes in their hulls.

Bet the Navy never saw this coming—a whole Fishmen Corps about to punch holes in their ships.

Charlotte Linlin’s ship, the Song of Saints, waited a few kilometers out at sea. The rest of the fleet steered for Cake Island.

The Song of Saints bobbed quietly as gentle waves lapped against it. Perospero stood at the bow, watching the distant Fishmen, hoping they’d pull off the mission.

Suddenly, a thunderous noise rang out across the water. Perospero looked up, spotting a Navy warship erupting as the Fishmen smashed through its hull. Water geysered up, and the ship began to sink.

“Abandon ship, now!”

“Fishmen are in the water—get to shore!” a Navy officer shouted, leading the remaining crew on a desperate dash for land.

With dozens of gaping holes torn in their hulls, the ships were beyond repair. There was no time to fix them, so all anyone could do was evacuate and hope the sea wouldn’t claim even more lives.