Although legends of fire raining from the sky were often heard, actually encountering it was a first in his life. Bellamy watched the fireballs continuously falling from above, his heart pounding with excitement.
"Truly worthy of the Grand Line!"
They were just sailing normally on the sea when the weather suddenly changed drastically, and countless fireballs abruptly rained down from the sky. From the change in weather to the onset of the crisis, there had been absolutely no warning signs. Upon entering the Grand Line, the weather here immediately gave them a harsh welcome. Compared to this, the Four Blues were truly just a novice village.
"Voidwalker Palm!" Bellamy stood at the very top of the mast, frantically thrusting palm strikes towards the sky. He forcibly carved out a safe zone within the curtain formed by this fire rain. But if this continued, his stamina would soon be depleted.
"Full speed ahead!"
The ship was laden with supplies, so its speed was inevitably slower. At such times, it all depended on the captain's decision: choose to preserve the supplies, or choose to dump them to make the ship faster. Bellamy made his choice with almost no hesitation.
"Ross, go and dump all the supplies in the rear hold into the sea."
"Faster!"
"Understood, Boss!"
Within this sea of fire, almost everyone's sense of crisis was pushed to the limit. Without needing Bellamy to say much, Drake remained in the wheelhouse, maneuvering the ship. All the others spontaneously ran onto the deck to desperately move the goods from the cargo hold.
Just then, a giant fireball, trailing innumerable sparks, fell directly from above their heads.
"Break!"
"Armament: Shatter Void!" Bellamy erupted with a punch, blasting the fireball into countless fragments. If not for the protection of Armament Haki, his fist would have been severely burned by that punch, much like his battle against Red Flame Chardin years ago, where despite having a huge advantage, he still ended up burned.
Elemental damage like fire, ice, lightning, and so on, posed a threat to the human body that transcended the physical level. Truthfully, in environments like the Grand Line and the New World, if ordinary pirates set sail without Armament Haki, they were completely gambling with their lives. Bellamy had decided back when he was in the North Blue: he would absolutely not enter the Grand Line without Haki. Now, it seemed that was an incredibly correct decision.
At this moment, the entire visible sea area had transformed into a sea of fire. The Bellamy Pirates' vessel seemed to be sailing through magma.
"Tempest Kick: Vacuum Wave!" With one kick, he split the fiery wave ahead. Splattering sparks gradually began to ignite on the ship.
Even more deadly was the ship's bottom; the flames covering the entire sea surface were constantly burning the hull's exterior. Faced with this crisis, Bellamy had a flash of ingenuity. He leaped onto the deck and slammed a fist onto his own ship. The incomparably fierce force of his fist actually surged out from his knuckles like a tide. The Fish-Man Karate technique of softening and redirecting force blossomed completely in Bellamy's hands. This explosive punch landed on the deck but didn't damage it in the slightest.
The next moment, the incredibly ferocious fist power forcibly pushed the entire ship downwards. The vessel abruptly submerged into the sea for a moment, and then the immense buoyancy thrust it back up. The small fires that had just begun to ignite were instantly extinguished.
But this crisis was far from over. Under the shroud of this fire rain, the entire world had turned crimson; Bellamy couldn't even see a speck of blue ahead. They were, after all, on the open sea. This couldn't go on. "Damn it, forget it!" He couldn't keep protecting the ship like this; they had to escape this sea area as quickly as possible.
"Everyone, grab onto something fixed!" Bellamy suddenly roared. Then, with a powerful stomp on the deck, his entire body was instantly outside the ship. Upon hearing the captain's command, the crew members, though busy and unsure what was happening, obediently followed his instructions, quickly grabbing onto the nearest fixed objects. This was the tacit understanding developed from spending a long time together, the most important thing for a team.
Just as they had secured their grip, an immense force suddenly came from outside the hull.
"Fish-Man Jujutsu: Shark Tile True Punch!"
With an explosive shout, the entire ship, with a BOOM, flew up from the sea surface. Bellamy had forcibly used a soft GENTLE fist technique to send his own ship flying. The entire vessel immediately began to tilt and sway precariously. If Ross and the others had hesitated even for a moment just now, they would have immediately fallen into the sea of fire below.
"Drake, watch our ship!" Bellamy supported the bottom of the ship with one hand and began to frantically "step" on the air. Sailing on the sea – how could it be faster than flying through the air? He was going to forcibly carry his own ship out of this desperate region.
With the ship airborne, everyone remaining on board naturally unleashed their full combat potential.
"Transformation: Allosaurus-Man!"
"Transformation: Black Rhinoceros!" The two Zoan Devil Fruit users immediately chose to transform.
"Finger Pistol: Dragon Claw!"
"Iron Body: Full Defense!" Drake and Ross charged headlong into the fire rain.
"We'll help too!"
"Finger Pistol!"
"Tempest Kick!" The two women, not to be outdone, activated their Six Powers and charged out together. Under their desperate protection, they managed to block the vast majority of the fireballs.
After frantically rushing through the air like this for several minutes, a patch of blue faintly appeared ahead.
"Captain, I can see the sea!"
"Everyone hold on!" Hope was in sight. Bellamy couldn't help but quicken his pace. Carrying a ship like this while rushing through the air was even more exhausting than fighting several battles. In just this short while, he was already somewhat out of breath. It was worth noting that although Bellamy's current stamina couldn't compare to those monsters, fighting continuously for a day and a night was still no problem for him. It could only be said that a burst of power and sustained bursts of power were indeed two different things.
"Everyone hold tight!" The blue ocean was already close at hand. Bellamy fiercely threw the ship in his hand forward. The sailboat shot through the air, pierced through sheets of fire rain, and successfully landed on the azure sea surface. Only then did Bellamy finally let out a great sigh of relief.
"A Grand Line welcome, huh!" Giving the sky a middle finger, Bellamy quickly returned to his ship.
"My ship…" Although they had successfully escaped the danger, the entire vessel had been burned beyond recognition. The deck was covered in scorch marks, and some of the sails had even been completely burned away. Drake was leading people in salvaging the remaining sails.
"Fortunately, the cargo hold didn't catch fire." All in all, they had acted quickly; the hold was fine, and not many supplies inside were lost. This crisis could truly be considered the Grand Line's welcoming show of force to Bellamy.