After receiving Xia Yu's command, the Seraphim immediately moved.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Their figures flashed like lightning as they executed the orders with perfect precision.
Watching the Seraphim move with such terrifying speed and discipline, Blackbeard suddenly realized something extremely alarming.
His face darkened with unease.
Swallowing heavily, he asked,
"Wait…"
"You just said Seraphim Mihawk and Seraphim Akainu?"
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
The rest of the Blackbeard Pirates looked uneasy as well.
Maybe it was just a coincidence.
Or maybe those names were simply meant to sound impressive.
But…
Could these Seraphim children really possess the power of Dracule Mihawk and Sakazuki?
Ace was equally shocked.
He looked closely at the two Seraphim standing nearby.
Now that he examined them carefully—
They really did resemble Mihawk and Akainu.
Just who… or what were these children?
Momonga stepped forward and spoke proudly.
"Well, since you're already dead men…"
"I don't mind telling you."
"The Seven Warlords system is no longer necessary."
"These war machines will replace them."
"Looking at their appearances, you should already be able to guess."
"These youths possess the full combat power of the Warlords and even part of the power of the Admirals."
Momonga's lips curled into a smug smile.
Having such obedient and powerful war machines at their side felt incredible.
A moment ago Blackbeard had been so arrogant—
Even planning to seize their warship.
Yet even after bringing ten Warlord-level Seraphim, they still dared to behave like that.
They truly didn't know the meaning of death.
Blackbeard, Van Augur, Lafitte, Burgess, Doc Q, and the others were all stunned.
The amount of information was overwhelming.
For a moment, none of them could process it.
Their mouths hung open in shock.
So they had been wrong from the start.
These "children" were not humans at all.
They were war machines.
And if the Navy intended to replace the Seven Warlords with them—
Their strength had to match the Warlords.
But they were just machines.
Could they really reach that level?
If that were true…
The balance of power across the seas would collapse completely.
A Warlord-level fighter was something that might appear once among tens of millions of people.
And now machines could replicate that power.
Just thinking about it was terrifying.
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"Since when has Marine technology become this terrifying?"
"Unless…"
"Unless it was Vegapunk!"
Blackbeard had sailed under Whitebeard for years.
He knew very well who Vegapunk was.
The scientist said to possess technology five hundred years ahead of the world.
If these creations were real, then it was almost certain they were Vegapunk's work.
But unexpectedly—
Momonga smiled and glanced toward Xia Yu.
"I'm afraid you're wrong."
"These machines weren't created by Vegapunk."
"The one who made them…"
"Is standing right in front of you."
"Dr. Xia Yu."
Momonga spoke proudly.
The Navy was extremely proud of their eight-year-old genius scientist.
"What?!"
Blackbeard and the others' jaws nearly hit the ground.
Their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
An eight-year-old child had created machines with Warlord-level combat power?
And not just one—
Ten of them at once?
Who would believe such a thing?
Had this kid's brain evolved decades ahead of everyone else?
At eight years old he had already surpassed the world's greatest scientist.
If he kept growing…
Wouldn't he eventually conquer the entire world?
Ace stared at Xia Yu in shock.
The boy looked completely ordinary.
Just a normal child.
Yet this kid had created machines powerful enough to shatter the balance between the three great powers of the sea.
It sounded like pure fantasy.
When Ace was eight years old, he had been playing in the forest with animals.
Meanwhile Xia Yu was creating inventions that could reshape the entire ocean.
The gap between them was absurd.
"What kind of joke is this?"
"Momonga, you expect us to believe an eight-year-old kid built these machines?"
"Who are you fooling?"
Burgess shouted angrily.
Lafitte, Doc Q, and Van Augur also looked doubtful.
If Momonga had claimed Vegapunk built them, they might have believed it.
But saying an eight-year-old kid created such terrifying weapons?
Impossible.
Blackbeard realized something else.
The Navy was serious.
They truly intended to eliminate him.
His small, cunning eyes flashed with vicious light.
"Whether what they're saying is true or not…"
"We don't have a choice."
"Men!"
"Use everything you've got and break out!"
"If we don't escape…"
"We might actually die here today!"
"Zehahaha!"
Even in such a desperate situation, Blackbeard burst into laughter.
His crew was inspired by his madness.
The fear they felt earlier turned into a fierce determination to fight to the death.
Xia Yu watched quietly.
So this was Blackbeard's leadership.
If everyone panicked, they would certainly die.
But if they fought desperately—
There was at least a chance of survival.
No wonder he had the potential to become a future Yonko.
Unfortunately…
The system had already marked him for elimination.
And once that happened—
There would be no tomorrow for him.
Xia Yu simply waved his hand.
"Seraphim Mihawk."
"Seraphim Akainu."
"Move."
"Kill them."
"Leave no survivors."
The moment the command was given—
Two figures disappeared instantly.
In the next moment—
Heavy footsteps echoed from every direction.
Blackbeard's face changed drastically.
"Damn it!"
"These machines even know the Six Powers of the Marines?!"
"Everyone run!"
"Forget fighting—just escape!"
Blackbeard roared desperately.
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