The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

Chapter 1752 The Impact of Orochi's One-Punch Power

Strength is often revealed through comparison.

To put it more nicely, the Skeleton Demigod used Whitebeard, the "strongest man in the world," as a benchmark to showcase his terrifying power.

To be honest, it's clearly using Whitebeard's name as a stepping stone to announce to the world the arrival of an even more ferocious and powerful being.

Its ghostly speed, completely out of proportion to its massive size, caught even Edward Newgate, a top-tier powerhouse, off guard, leaving him unable to fully react.

He was sent flying by a solid punch at close range, which even smashed the sturdy Moby Dick into a mess, and he couldn't crawl out of the ruins for a while.

Marco was utterly speechless the moment his father was knocked away.

But he suppressed his instinct to rush to their aid, and instead held Hikari and her cold body even tighter in his arms.

With a burst of blue flame from his legs, he leaped into the air, avoiding potential follow-up attacks.

Protecting Ri and the body was the last order his father gave him, and he had to carry it out first.

As for most of the other people on deck, they didn't even fully realize what was happening.

Using the power of the Op-Op Fruit, Law managed to shift himself to a safe position the instant the impact occurred, watching Whitebeard's trajectory as he flew backward with a livid expression.

Many more crew members were struck by Whitebeard's flying body, suffering broken bones and screaming in agony.

Marco's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water. He could only watch helplessly as his most beloved adoptive father crashed into the middle of the ship, utterly destroying everything in his path.

Amid a series of heartbreaking roars and the sound of wood shattering, it crashed through countless layers of ship cabin walls before finally falling silent.

"Dad, you'll be alright..." Marco murmured to himself, as if encouraging himself or praying.

He believed that his godfather, the man who had led them through countless storms, could never capsize here in this way.

He turned his head, his gaze extremely solemn, and fixed it on the towering skeletal demigod below.

At this moment, he had to face this enemy squarely.

The opponent's strength was beyond description, and Marco felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Could it be that the only way to describe Kurozumi Orochi at this moment was as an evil god?

The skeletal demigod, transformed from the black charcoal serpent, stood silently in place, his terrifying body a mixture of flesh and bone.

It even leisurely put one of its bony claws on its hip, as if it was thinking about or savoring the punch it had just delivered.

A faint black mist seeped from its body, swirling around it; it was the embodiment of malice and evil energy.

Its mere existence exudes a suffocating sense of oppression; even a fleeting glance from the weak would likely terrify them.

And this is only under the condition that it did not actively release its Conqueror's Haki. If Orochi were to fully unleash it, its kingly qualities would be equally formidable.

With his terrifying Conqueror's Haki fully unleashed, it's estimated that at this moment, apart from top-tier experts, very few people on the battlefield would still be able to stand.

The skeletal demigod is now displaying an aura like an evil god descending to earth. Could it be that it didn't use its full strength when it blasted away the white-bearded man?

"Hey, hey, where did this Kurozumi Orochi come from?" Shiki the Golden Lion, hovering in the air, had a look of surprise on his face.

"Whitebeard actually suffered such a huge loss? Could he really be dead?" Even he didn't expect the situation to take such a sharp turn for the worse, with his trusted ally being knocked out of the game with a single punch.

At this moment, Shiki was somewhere between half-human and half-demon, and the evil aura emanating from him was quite obvious.

Even so, compared to the skeletal demigod on the ground not far away, Shiki felt in his heart that he was a good person.

“Whitebeard should still be alive,” Shiki quickly concluded.

“We need to buy him time to recover. Mirajane, keep an eye on the skeleton's movements, and make sure Luo doesn't fall into his hands.”

He keenly noticed that when the skeletal demigod's red-glowing eye sockets swept across the entire area, they didn't seem to lock onto Hiyori's corpse at first, but instead lingered on Trafalgar Law for a moment.

The hint of interest in his expression suggests a certain intrigue. Is it because of the unique power of the Op-Op Fruit? Or something else entirely?

Shi Ji himself was not prepared to immediately engage in a deadly battle with the Skeleton Demigod. Some of his power was also diverted to the tug-of-war with the troublesome plants of the Green Bull.

Unable to fully cope with this newly emerged numerical monster in melee combat.

If the opponent were a swordsman, Shiki might have been interested in a duel, but faced with this purely physical monster, he decided to hand it over to someone more suitable.

"Hmph." Mirajane snorted coldly upon hearing this, cracking her neck and making a soft snapping sound.

She naturally noticed the skeletal demigod's subtle interest in Rona. In her Halphas form, blue magic runes flowed all over her body, a perfect combination of surging magic power and formidable physical strength.

There are very few monsters in this world that can truly put pressure on her in one-on-one hand-to-hand combat.

"I wonder if this ugly guy can take a beating..."

Mirajah crossed his arms and began cracking his knuckles, a sharp, cracking sound coming from them, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.

The skeleton demigod has decent attack power, but its defense is unknown.

Today she really wanted to test the limits of her current form, and this skeletal demigod seemed like an excellent sparring partner.

“Don’t let your guard down,” Shiki cautioned.

"That Kurozumi Orochi is a master of scheming and trickery. This skeletal form is probably not all he has. He might be hiding some deadly special ability. I don't want to end up collecting his corpse."

Mirajah's gaze was firm, and his voice was steady: "I will be careful. My younger brother and sister are waiting for me. I will not die here."

Her conviction was unwavering; even if she couldn't win, wouldn't she run away?

If things go wrong, Mirajane believes she is capable of dragging Law along and running away.

Blackbeard Marshall D. Teach witnessed Edward Newgate being severely injured and blasted away by a single punch from the skeletal demigod, but his grin did not reveal much obvious joy.

He wasn't worried about Whitebeard's life or death; instead, he focused all his attention on the newly appeared skeletal demigod.

This monster that suddenly appeared was a huge and unexpected variable. The Navy inexplicably gained such a powerful ally.

His original plan was to find an opportunity to unite with other forces to wear down Fleet Admiral Sengoku and force him to waste more of his energy in advance.

Finally, they will wait for an opportunity to seize the coveted Mythical Beast - Great Buddha Fruit.

However, plans never keep up with changes.

The skeleton demigod displayed power that was excessively strong, completely disrupting his rhythm.

"That bastard Kaido..." Blackbeard couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, "How could they let this monster grow to this extent? As neighbors, didn't they notice anything at all? Or perhaps..."

A thought arose in his mind: Could it be that Kaido has been raising poisonous insects all along?

Does that strongest creature, whose brain seems to be filled with muscles, really have the brains to play such profound tricks?