CHAPTER 132:
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Following the destruction of more than a dozen Marine battleships, the elite forces of the World Government had no choice but to fall back.
Now, Marine Headquarters' top combat powers, along with countless battle-hardened elites, stood assembled on the shores of the Valley of the Gods. Their expressions were grim, their eyes wary as they watched the Rocks Pirates approach with overwhelming presence.
Back aboard the lead ship of the Rocks Pirates, the legendary Rocks D. Xebec stood tall on the bow.
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he surveyed the smoking wreckage of the destroyed Marine vessels. A wicked smile crept across his face.
"Well done, Ayr."
"The meteorite I summoned won't decide the outcome of this war, Captain Rocks," Ayr replied, lowering his arms, the Fairy Eyes glowing faintly in his gaze.
Though the image of the kilometer-wide meteor crashing down was nothing short of godlike, Ayr understood the true limits of Tengai Shinsei.
Its impact had decimated a dozen battleships, yes—but such ships were easily replaced by the World Government. In this war, mere battleships meant little.
Besides, the cannon fire from those ships posed no real threat to any of the senior members of the Rocks crew.
He could summon more meteorites—each one larger than the last—but even that wouldn't truly cripple the opposition. At most, it would eliminate a few mid-tier Marine elites.
"That's more than enough," Rocks responded with a confident grin.
With those words, Rocks leapt from the deck, his crimson cape fluttering behind him as he soared through the sky, landing heavily on the shore of the Valley of the Gods.
In his hand was his legendary blade, one of the Supreme Grade swords—Kamikiri.
Facing down the Marine commanders without hesitation, he stood like a titan among mortals. He was defiant. Unshaken.
Like a war god, his overwhelming presence froze the battlefield.
Even with the Marines' collective might assembled before him, no one dared to take the first step.
And then, without a word, the other monsters followed.
Ayr. Whitebeard. Golden Lion. Charlotte Linlin. Kaido. Silver Axe. Captain John. Ochoku.
One after another, the core members of the Rocks crew descended, their auras exploding like shockwaves across the battlefield.
Each one was a calamity in human form.
The Valley of the Gods, once a sacred refuge of the Celestial Dragons, had now become a canvas for chaos. The Marines found themselves staring at what looked like a legendary mural come to life—an image of gods and devils locked in an impending clash.
Despite their numbers, the Marines instinctively took a step back.
This… was the true might of the Rocks Pirates.
At this moment, there wasn't a soul on the sea—excluding the most ancient monsters of the World Government—who could stand confidently before them.
With the core of the Rocks Pirates assembled, they were a force capable of leveling kingdoms and breaking empires.
"What's wrong? No one dares to come forward?" Rocks sneered, contempt dripping from his voice.
His eyes scanned the top Marine commanders with mocking disdain.
"Rocks! I'll be your opponent today! Your reign ends here—in the Valley of the Gods!" roared Brownie, Supreme Commander of the Marines.
He stepped forward, sword drawn, his eyes burning with the resolve of a man shouldering the fate of the world.
"Hahaha! Then bring it on!"
With a thunderous laugh, Rocks charged.
And Brownie did not retreat.
Their blades clashed in an earth-splitting explosion of power as the battle began.
Simultaneously, the regular crew and trainee forces of the Rocks Pirates poured from the ships, surging toward the shoreline.
The Marine elite met them with blades and rifles, and a full-scale battle erupted across the beach.
Amid the chaos, Garp clenched his fists and prepared to charge into the fray.
But just as he stepped forward, Sengoku raised an arm to stop him.
"Hold up, Garp!"
"What? Why stop me now? The battle's already begun!" Garp asked, confused.
"Look closer," Sengoku said, eyes narrowed. "Only Rocks has engaged. The other core cadres haven't moved an inch."
Though Rocks was already locked in combat with Brownie, Ayr, Whitebeard, Linlin, Golden Lion, Kaido, and the rest stood still—watching. Not a single one made a move.
"Don't be rash. Something's off," Zephyr warned, stepping beside them.
If the Rocks cadres had truly intended to fight, they'd already be tearing through the battlefield.
Their stillness, in contrast to the chaos around them, was unsettling. Intentional.
"They're stalling… They must be planning something," Sengoku muttered.
"Even so," Garp protested, "shouldn't we stop them before they make their move?"
"Use your head, Garp!" Sengoku snapped. "If they're buying time, then so can we. Don't forget—the Roger Pirates and the Golden Lion Wald's crew agreed to join this war."
"They're en route to the Valley of the Gods right now. Once they arrive, no matter what Rocks and his commanders are scheming, they'll be overwhelmed."
Sengoku's words held weight.
Though they didn't yet understand why the Rocks Pirates were stalling, it didn't matter. The more time passed, the closer their reinforcements would be.
The balance would shift.
And Marine Headquarters knew how to turn the tides of war when the odds favored them.
"Their delay plays into our hands," Sengoku added. "If we act now, we risk rushing into a trap."
Kong stepped to the front, his presence commanding.
"For now," he said firmly, "we observe."
"If the Rocks cadres move, we engage. If they continue to stall, we stall as well."
"Our objective is clear. Let the Roger Pirates and Wald Pirates arrive. Once they do, we'll crush the Rocks Pirates with overwhelming force."
Even with the strength of Marine Headquarters, engaging the core members of the Rocks crew directly could lead to devastating losses—even victory might cost them dearly.
Why fight a war of attrition now?
Why risk everything… when reinforcements were on the way?
For now, they would wait.
A storm of epic proportions had begun—but the eye of the hurricane was still forming.
The outcome of the greatest battle in the world's history would be decided not by brute strength alone—but by patience, timing, and the collision of legends yet to arrive.
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