“Whitebeard has breached the Navy Headquarters!”

“Whitebeard has landed on the Red Line!”

“Whitebeard has destroyed the World Government!”

Terrifying and shrill howls echoed through the training ground of the headquarters, rapidly spreading outward.

Having witnessed the appearance of "Whitebeard" and being subjected to the "resounding magic sound" from the onlookers, Peacock was momentarily startled.

However, when she got a clear look at what they called "Whitebeard," she was left speechless.

With a round head and a belly like a beach ball,

he looked completely pale and unremarkable.

To put it bluntly,

he resembled a cheap clay doll produced in some unregulated workshop.

Aside from that white crescent-shaped mustache,

this "Whitebeard" before Peacock had none of the aura or style of the world's strongest man.

'This Whitebeard is just Storm playing tricks, right?!'

Peacock, inheriting the clever mind of Vice Admiral Crane, quickly assessed the situation.

'This ability should be the "Clay Fruit" that Admiral Kuzan mentioned before?!'

Storm had no time to pay attention to the reactions of the surrounding Navy members.

At this moment, all his focus was on controlling "Whitebeard."

He had realized the problem when he previously created the "Clay Little White Dragon."

The "Demon Ring" allowed him to use the powers of the Devil Fruit without consumption,

but it could not instantly elevate his level of Devil Fruit development.

A nine-star "Demon Ring" did not equate to a nine-star level of Devil Fruit development!

Storm's level of development for the "Clay Fruit" had long been indicated by the "Grand Prize."

[Devil Fruit: Clay Fruit: ☆]

The “☆” level performance in actual combat was this inferior version of "Whitebeard."

To be fair,

Storm also felt that the "Whitebeard Clay Doll" he had created was of very low quality.

There was a hint of beauty in the idea that "imitating Whitebeard to become Whitebeard is worse than being White the Second."

But being in battle, he couldn’t afford to fine-tune this "Whitebeard the Third" at the moment.

Here it comes!

Peacock's whip did not cause "Whitebeard the Third" any damage.

On the contrary, because of "Whitebeard the Third"'s appearance, Peacock's whip got deeply embedded in its left arm.

Storm controlled "Whitebeard the Third," extending its left hand, gripping the long whip tightly, and pulling hard.

Peacock immediately felt a powerful force, almost losing her grip on the whip.

She gritted her teeth and released her ability.

The incredibly long soft whip shrank and reverted to its original form.

A cold, gleaming sword appeared in Peacock's hand.

As Storm had just guessed,

Peacock had joined the SWORD unit behind him and had consumed the "Whip Whip Fruit."

However, since she had just eaten the fruit and lacked experience in developing her abilities, she had completely failed to utilize the control effects of the "Whip Whip Fruit."

Transforming the "whip" back into a "long sword" allowed Peacock to reclaim her weapon.

Storm was not discouraged; he controlled "Whitebeard the Third," moving its elephant-like thick legs toward Peacock.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With each step of "Whitebeard the Third," a tremendous rumble was generated, leaving a series of large footprints on the ground.

The "elite" spectators erupted into another round of magical sounds.

This time, Peacock remained calm, no longer influenced by those around her.

"Whitebeard the Third" raised its palm, as large as a millstone, and struck toward Peacock, creating a gust of wind.

Peacock showed no panic; she stomped her foot hard, successfully using the force of the air.

Peacock soared into the sky like a bird, dodging "Whitebeard the Third"'s strike.

Six Styles: Moonstep!

“You jerk!”

Peacock looked down from above at the white giant below.

“Who on earth are you?!”

“Whitebeard the Third!”

Storm raised his head and swung his giant palm again, striking at the airborne Peacock.

“Edward Teach!”

“Who is this guy?!”

Peacock exclaimed.

She gathered all her strength in her legs, rapidly contracting and then instantly extending, delivering a powerful kick that surpassed the speed of sound.

“Storm Foot: Flying Crane!”

Caw—

A sharp, brief crane's call seemed to resonate across the training ground.

Peacock's heavy kick stirred up the surrounding air, forming a sharp wave resembling a white crane.

The speed of “Storm Foot: Flying Crane” was astounding.

In an instant, she flew from the sky to right in front of "Whitebeard the Third."

Storm, transformed into "Whitebeard the Third," lost the agility he was supposed to have due to his massive size.

"Whitebeard the Third" failed to react in time, maintaining its original stance, and was directly hit by “Storm Foot: Flying Crane.”

The sharp vacuum slash easily tore through the soft clay.

"Whitebeard the Third" had its right arm severed below the elbow on the spot.

The residual momentum of “Storm Foot: Flying Crane” continued downward, leaving a deep trench on the training ground.

Boom!

After a deafening explosion,

the severed right arm of "Whitebeard the Third" finally fell to the ground, smashing into a lump of "white dough."

“Ha... ha...”

After the full-force eruption, Peacock inevitably found her breath quickening.

She could not maintain the Moonstep any longer and was forced to fall from the sky.

Yet during this time, Peacock’s eyes remained glued to “Whitebeard the Third,” not missing a single move.

Despite having one arm broken, Storm felt no impact whatsoever.

He didn’t even feel a hint of pain.

After all, it was “Whitebeard the Third” that had taken the hit; what did that have to do with Storm?

Taking advantage of Peacock’s brief moment of exhaustion after her explosion,

Storm swung “Whitebeard the Third”’s intact left arm in a windmill motion.

“Dragon Wings Flap!”

Just as he finished speaking,

“Whitebeard the Third”’s left arm detached from the body and shot toward Peacock like a cannonball.

This white “clay cannonball” flew through the air.

It quickly grew a head, a pair of wings, a tail, and four short legs...

just like a legendary four-legged dragon!

Dragon Impact!

The white dragon viciously charged at Peacock, who had landed on the ground.

But this overly obvious attack did not produce the desired effect.

Peacock nimbly darted to the right, successfully avoiding the white dragon's collision.

Bang!

The white dragon crashed into the training ground, turning itself into a shapeless blob of clay.

Peacock listened to the "death wails" coming from behind her, a slight smirk forming on her lips.

But at that moment,

a swift whoosh of air rushed past her from behind.

‘Could that white dragon have been Storm—’

Sensing the approach of danger, Peacock instinctively turned around, her peripheral vision catching sight of a fist.

A human fist, growing larger!

A deliberate punch!

Storm had somehow appeared behind Peacock.

He raised his fist, as big as a sandbag, and mercilessly struck Peacock in the abdomen.

In the previous second, Peacock had been self-satisfied.

In the next second, she was hit in the stomach by Storm.

The proud "Peacock" instantly turned into a curled-up "shrimp."

Struck in the abdomen, Peacock was immediately knocked backward.

And at the end of her "flight path" stood the still upright "Whitebeard the Third."

Bang!

Peacock crashed directly into "Whitebeard the Third," like a bird throwing itself into a net.

She struggled to resist, but the sharp pain in her abdomen rendered her unable to move for a moment.

What was worse was that

“Whitebeard the Third” was like a human-shaped prison, trapping her tightly inside.

The more Peacock struggled, the greater the pressure from the surrounding clay became.

In the end, she had no choice but to concede.

“You win!”

Storm had just received Peacock's signal of surrender when a silver-white [Grand Prize] suddenly appeared before him.

[Silver Trophy: Peacock]

[Trophy Star Level: ★★★]

‘A three-star silver trophy? Defeating an opponent earns you this!’

Storm suppressed his urge to check the [Grand Prize] and calmly walked toward "Whitebeard the Third."

Under his mental control,

“Whitebeard the Third”’s surface rippled with waves of clay.

The next moment,

Peacock was "spat out," helplessly falling to the ground.

“Storm...”

Peacock gasped for breath, just as she was about to say something to Storm in front of her.

A loud shout from the distance interrupted her.

“Whitebeard the Second!”

In the blink of an eye,

a tall and muscular figure seemed to flicker into existence next to Storm and Peacock.

His right arm, equipped with a heavy mechanical arm called the "Crusher," ruthlessly struck at "Whitebeard the Third."

Bang!

"Whitebeard the Third"’s head took a heavy blow, exploding like fireworks.

At this moment, Zefa, who had thrown the punch, froze.

He claimed to "never kill a Vice Admiral" and had never killed a pirate in his life.

But why was this "Whitebeard the Second" so weak?

At this moment, Storm was also stunned.

He turned around and immediately saw Zefa beside him.

Not far away, there was also a row of powerful figures.

Watching from the sidelines were—

Fleet Admiral Sengoku;

Admiral Aokiji;

Admiral Kizaru;

Navy Hero Garp;

along with countless other Vice Admirals like Jiyuan, Crane, and others.

Storm couldn’t help but hold his breath.

What an All-Star lineup of the Navy—

With this kind of power configuration, could they withstand the Four Emperors?

“Storm! And Peacock!”

Zefa's face was as dark as if coated in Armament Haki.

“What kind of nonsense are you two up to?!

“Why is everyone shouting that Whitebeard has come?!”

Storm was about to explain,

but Peacock, who had already stood up, patted his shoulder and "grandly" introduced,

“The world's strongest pirate is right here!

“Teacher Zefa, this is ‘Whitebeard the Third’!

“Edward Teach!”