Bang!

Wang Long picked up the stone pillar and slammed it down hard on the white mist surrounding him. The blow reduced the white mist considerably, but the resulting recoil caused him to stagger.

It can't be broken!

His strength is indeed great, but not to the extreme. Wang Long is good at using 'momentum' to fight his enemies. This thing is all about momentum. He doesn't even need domineering aura. He can fight his enemies with just the 'momentum sword' technique. Even if he encounters an opponent of the same type, he can fight regardless of strength. 'Momentum' is a unique power that belongs to one person.

But who has ever seen someone who possesses a collective force!

His efforts were like a clay ox sinking into the sea – completely ineffective.

That means that he is useless except for strength. His 'momentum' is no match for this white mist, so his strength is also ineffective against this white mist that is as hard as steel.

He's sitting on a wax statue.

"Mountain Ghost Dance·Second Style!!"

Wang Long embraced the stone pillar with both hands, raising it high above his head, and then forcefully slammed the pillar down into the white beast in front of him.

Bang!

The immense force jolted the white beast, further diminishing the white mist and revealing what lay within.

navy!

Those are all the navy!

As the white mist faded, Wang Long saw the specific appearance inside. It was a small squad of about ten marines. Under the influence of the fading white mist, their faces were indistinguishable, as if they had been evaporated. Each of them had their mouths split upwards and their eyes wide open, resembling the facial features of a Zoan-type Devil Fruit user who was about to transform but hadn't yet changed.

But... what does this even mean?!

Wang Long was stunned when he saw the white mist rapidly healing. He glanced back at the white giant beast and the white mist ropes connecting the teams.

What's this?

Mother and clone?

"Mountain Ghost Dance..."

Wang Long spun the stone pillar as if it were a bubble, easily making several circles around it, and then, as if striking a large bell, he charged forward fiercely.

"Three moves!!!"

Thump!!

The front of the stone pillar struck the white mist of the squad, and this time it worked. With the added power of the swordsmanship and domineering aura, the ten-person squad was forced to retreat sharply. However, they only retreated for a short time before quickly dodging away and spinning rapidly towards him at an extremely fast speed. Together with the many other ten-person squads around them, they moved like a pack of wolves hunting.

Not injured?

That attack just now not only broke through the white mist, but should have also injured them, so how come they weren't hurt at all?

He's holding a stone pillar, not a foam pillar!

And what's with this speed? Why is it so strong? Is this also due to the white mist's enhancement?!

"It's no use, brother."

Donald's voice echoed from within the white behemoth: "No matter how powerful you are, there are two thousand people here sharing this damage. No matter how severe the injury, it only affects a dozen or so people, but it's nothing to two thousand people."

To defeat Cassius, you must first break his Shield of Justice, and then, while inflicting damage on him, you must also break a large number of shared pains before you can force Cassius to retreat.

This is only two thousand people. The Douglas Brigade has a total of three thousand people. One thousand people were assigned to Wilbur. Otherwise, Donald wouldn't have said that. With two thousand people, he could still feel some of Wang Long's attack power, but with three thousand people, he couldn't feel anything at all.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Wang Long roared in disbelief, "How can 'momentum' become like this? It should be a personal understanding, something unique to each individual. Why are these people like robots?! I've never heard of such a thing before!!"

It's not just that you've never heard of it.

He's been around for so long, and this is the only place he's ever seen anything like it.

"How can you judge the world by your own limited perspective, brother? You've become arrogant." Donald said calmly, "This is the 'momentum' of the navy that upholds justice; this is the momentum of justice."

"They're clearly just a bunch of weaklings!"

Wang Long angrily retorted, "Without long-term training and understanding, how can one possibly possess it!"

He finally understood: these naval forces were not strong to begin with, but under the enhancement of this white mist, they became extremely powerful.

But on what grounds?

He despises the weak, or rather, he has never taken the weak seriously. He is someone who wields his sword against the stronger, never harming the weak, but also having no interest in them whatsoever. He can acknowledge that Cass is strong, he can acknowledge that Donald is strong, but he cannot acknowledge that a group of weak people coming together can become strong.

He had been at sea for many years, single-mindedly pursuing that ultimate 'power'. He didn't even take his own captain, Orpheus, seriously. If one day he surpassed Orpheus, he would leave that place.

It has always been like this.

"The weak? What is the weak?"

A voice slowly emanated from within the white behemoth.

The white behemoth opened its mouth, and the ferocious beasts that 'split' out quickly shrank back and merged into the white mist, making the behemoth appear even larger.

The white behemoth moved forward, and the white mist revealed by its powerful aura made Wang Long look like a giant compared to a child. He subconsciously looked up and stared at the white behemoth that seemed to want to devour people.

"Where in the world are the weak?!"

The white behemoth opened its mouth, its voice like a resounding bell, causing Wang Long's body to tremble and giving him a moment of dizziness.

Using your power to bully people?!

Has it really come to this?

No, that's not right! This feeling is...

"Conqueror's Haki?! Navy?!" Wang Long's eyes widened, filled with intense shock.

"I ask you, what is a weakling?!"

The white behemoth opened its mouth, causing Wang Long to swallow hard. He couldn't help but reply, "Naturally, it is someone without formidable martial prowess, the weak."

"So you're the weak one? By being subservient to others, are you admitting you can't handle your own captain? So you're the weak one?"

"Of course I'm not..." Wang Long paused halfway through his sentence, realizing he was not weak and had never even considered such a question.

The weak are just the residents of the town, the marines and pirates with no special skills, and the unknown people. Aren't they all weak?

What kind of weakling is he? Compared to others, he could beat up weaklings by the bundle.

"You don't even know what a weakling is, so what makes you think you can call someone weak? Based on your strength? Just because you have the upper hand in one aspect, you think someone you can easily kill is weak?! Mr. Kuro is right, if you have a hammer, everyone looks like a nail!"

Donald nodded in agreement; he understood correctly—that was exactly what Lieutenant General Kuro had said.

"But what exactly constitutes a strong person? Is it overwhelming military strength? Abundant wealth? Or the bloodline that grants them innate legal authority? Are these what constitutes a strong person?!"

Aren't these the same?

Wang Long was stunned.

"Prejudice!! Arrogance!! Foolish ideas!!"

The white behemoth roared, "A true strongman is one who, with a resolute heart, perseveres in doing what he wants to do. That is true strength!!"