One Piece : Prince of Charlotte Family

"Woo hoo hoo..." 

"Ahhh..." 

"Stop it, get out!"

The battleship was in ruins, torn apart by the relentless fury of battle.

The silver-white figure of Wilhelm moved like the wind, a blur of speed that the eye could barely track. 

A wave of terror swept over the deck as Marines screamed in desperation, falling one after another into pools of blood, unable to defend themselves.

"Hateful!" 

Onigumo's bloodied face contorted in rage and despair. His voice cracked with emotion as he yelled hysterically, swinging his blade through the strong, chaotic winds.

But Wilhelm was nowhere to be seen. He was a phantom, a blur of movement beyond comprehension.

"What's the rush? It'll be yours soon!" 

Wilhelm's voice rang through the chaos like a sinister echo.

"Woohoo—"

"Bang bang..." 

"Boom… boom…" 

"Ahhh…" 

The sound of splintering wood, screams, and the clash of steel reverberated across the battlefield.

The ship's structure—the sides, masts, cabins, sails—was shredded into pieces as if by some unseen force. Wilhelm's presence was like an unstoppable storm, an entity that couldn't be pinned down.

Marines attempting to defend themselves only found themselves ruthlessly cut down, their throats and chests slashed in the blink of an eye. 

No escape, no defense.

"Ahhh…" 

The warship quickly turned into a sea of red.

Blood soaked the deck as countless Marines lay motionless, their final screams echoing into the abyss of death.

Through the binoculars, the terror was amplified. The sight was of a nightmare—a terrible monster reaping life with every swing of its blade.

On the vast deck, Onigumo stood alone, his body drenched in blood, his breath uneven.

His eyes were wide with rage and sorrow, filled with the weight of his fallen comrades. 

The sheer magnitude of the slaughter shattered any semblance of justice he once upheld.

His hands, gripping the blade tightly, trembled with fury. Veins bulged beneath the skin, whitening from exertion, as he dug his nails into his palms, blood dripping freely.

"Damn pirate!" he growled through gritted teeth, his voice thick with hatred.

Above the remains of the ship, Wilhelm stood tall on the mast, his silver hair crackling with electric energy, a figure of destruction amidst the carnage.

Holding the strange green long sword firmly in his hand, Wilhelm pointed at the Onigumo with cold indifference. 

"Next, it's up to you!"

The furious Onigumo bellowed, his face twisted with rage. 

"Don't underestimate Marine's justice, you bastard!" 

"Shave!" With a forceful stomp, he propelled himself into the air, moving like a fleeting shadow.

"Moonwalk!" Staying aloft, his two gleaming blades moved gracefully, striking down at Wilhelm.

"Onigumo Slash!" 

The blades crossed, unleashing a flurry of fiery slashes that spread like a web, enveloping Wilhelm in a deadly dance of steel.

"The arm of the mantis is like a cart!" 

Wilhelm's silver hair crackled with electric energy, strands of lightning flickering incessantly.

Raising the Shichiseiken high, he swung it with precision: "Flying Dragon!"

"Hey—" 

A dazzling, fierce slash erupted into the air, instantly transforming into a massive dragon-shaped attack. 

Intertwined with crackling electric light, the dragon-shaped slash lunged forward, its teeth bared and claws outstretched.

"Roar!!" 

The immense, unstoppable slash cleaved through the web of slashes like a force of nature, unrelenting in its path toward the Onigumo.

"Boom..." 

The tremendous force slammed into the Onigumo, whose face twisted in horror as he struggled to react. 

In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming slash drove him down, forcing him into the already battered deck.

The massive battleship beneath them was penetrated with ease.

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh..." 

The battleship shuddered violently as seawater poured in, waves crashing uncontrollably.

The entire scene was catastrophic.

On the nearby frigates, Smoothie, Snamon, and others were engaged in intense battles with the Marines. 

The sudden, massive disruption drew their attention away.

Smoothie's lips tightened as she watched the colossal wreckage of the battleship, wide-eyed in disbelief.

"I don't think I can fight him any longer…" she murmured, helpless. 

The realization hit her like a tidal wave—her three sisters might truly be defeated.

"This is bad," she whispered, the weight of her concern evident in her voice.

On another frigate, the deck was drenched in blood, and the towering figure of Snamon moved swiftly among the chaos. Despite his massive, bloated form, his agility and speed were astonishing, easily dodging a dozen incoming bullets.

With a swift motion, he cleanly cut down a group of desperate Marines who rushed forward. The blade, imbued with a strange red light, seemed to devour the very essence of water from their bodies, reducing them to lifeless husks.

"Damn it, we were fooled..." the Rear Admiral gritted his teeth in frustration, witnessing his comrades fall one by one.

Snamon's immense size, exceeding eight meters, combined with his domineering presence, exuded an aura of pure terror. His sheer strength, amplified by his fruit abilities, forced even the most seasoned Naval officers to step back in fear.

"Crack, crack..." 

Amid the bloodshed, the battered Onigumo emerged from the depths of the ship, staggering weakly. His once-proud stance was gone, replaced by ragged clothes, a pale face, and wounds that leaked lifeblood continuously.

But before he could catch his breath, Wilhelm was already moving. 

"One-Sword Style Swallowtail Slash!" 

In the blink of an eye, the silver-white figure of Wilhelm vanished, moving with the speed of a phantom. In the next moment, he reappeared directly behind the staggering Onigumo.

With a calm, almost detached expression, Wilhelm sheathed the Shichiseiken.

The scene froze, and the Onigumo fell forward, coughing violently as blood gushed from his mouth. 

"Wow…" He collapsed onto his knees, his gaze losing focus.

The bone-deep wound on his chest continued to spill crimson, signaling the final blow.

"Such fast swordsmanship!" His eyes grew dim, and his breath slowed, leaving only silence in the aftermath of their fierce battle.