Pirates: Rush to the Peak

On the vast ocean, countless pirate groups are scattered like stars.

When they heard this shocking news, their admiration for Kuro rose to a new height like a surging wave.

People were whispering to each other, wondering if Kuro's current fame was no longer commensurate with his astonishing strength.

You know, he defeated two terrifying monster pirate groups in a row!

This feat made his strength surpass the supreme status of "Emperor of the Sea".

However, some people hold a different view. They firmly believe that as long as Whitebeard is still alive, Kuro will find it difficult to surpass his peak.

As a result, this vast ocean suddenly divided into two distinct camps.

On the one hand, the excited people cheered and supported Kuro to ascend the throne and be crowned as the new generation of Pirate King; on the other hand, there was a group of people with ulterior motives who tried to pull Whitebeard off the altar so that they could watch the thrilling fight between these two strong men.

In the new world, on an island in the Red Hair Territory.

"Shanks, the situation seems to have completely gotten out of control." Beckman said solemnly with a cigarette in his mouth.

Following his sharp and deep gaze, you can see Shanks holding a wine bowl with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

However, just as he was staring at the wine in the bowl, suddenly, his expression changed drastically.

"I really can't stand it anymore!" With this cry, Shanks suddenly covered his mouth with his hands, then staggered and ran towards the door with a panicked look.

Just a moment later, a disgusting sound of vomiting was heard from outside the house, as if the whole space was shrouded in this discomfort.

"Hahaha, Shanks really vomited! Hurry up and give me the money!"

Punch was so excited that he danced with joy, a smug smile on his face.

His loud, piercing laughter echoed throughout the room, as if it was going to blow the roof off.

The monkey Mengshida standing next to him was not to be outdone. He clapped his hands happily and made a "squeaky" sound from time to time, as if cheering for Punch's victory.

However, in sharp contrast is Jesus with a sad face.

He just sighed helplessly, frowned, and slowly reached into his pocket to fumble.

Finally, he pulled out a solitary coin and reluctantly threw it into the punch bowl.

"Oh, what bad luck!" Jesus complained, "What's wrong with Shanks today? He's totally out of shape!"

Hearing this, the people around him echoed: "That's right, wasn't he fine yesterday? How come he suddenly became unwell?"

Some people speculated that it might be because Shanks was too tired recently; others thought that maybe he had a stomach upset... There were various opinions, but there was still no definite answer.

At this moment, Jesus seemed to suddenly remember something. He slapped his forehead and said with great regret: "Oh! This is terrible! I actually forgot everything about the day before yesterday! We were drinking until late at night! Now I have lost 500 Baileys!"

Touching the pitiful few coins in his pocket, Jesus' heart felt as if it was being pricked by needles.

He regretted it deeply. If he could turn back time, he would definitely advise everyone to stop drinking.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. Now I can only watch the 500 Baileys I earned with great effort go down the drain.

Thinking of this, Jesus' face became increasingly gloomy, as if he would cry out at any time.

Beckman shook his head helplessly, and closed his eyes in annoyance as he watched the group of people in front of him making such a fuss. He muttered to himself: "These brainless, ignorant guys..."

At this moment, the room was filled with laughter and noise, as if a chaotic and disorderly carnival was taking place.

However, in the midst of this commotion, Shanks slowly walked in.

He looked exhausted and listless, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

"Oh~ I feel like I'm going to die right now!" Shanks moaned weakly, his voice revealing endless pain and weakness.

As he spoke, he moved his feet with difficulty and walked towards the direction where Hongo was.

Every step seemed so heavy, as if carrying a thousand-pound burden.

Finally, Shanks arrived in front of Hongo, his body swaying and it seemed that he might fall down at any time.

His originally handsome face now turned as pale as paper, bloodless, and he looked like a zombie.

"Hongo, save me!" Along with this shrill cry, Shanks stretched out a hand and reached towards Hongo desperately, as if that was his only life-saving straw.

When Hongo saw Shanks's appearance at this moment, the corners of his eyes began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Can't you learn from others and drink a little less next time? You are really giving me a headache!"

While roaring angrily, Hongo took out two pills from his pocket with great skill and stuffed them directly into Shanks' mouth without hesitation.

As soon as the pill entered his mouth, Shanks swallowed it without even having time to think.

However, in the next second, something unexpected happened - Shanks, who originally had a painful expression on his face, suddenly became energetic and refreshed, and laughed out loud: "Hahahaha, I've fully recovered! Come on, come and have a fierce battle with me again!"

After saying this, he laughed loudly and ran towards Jesus Bu and others.

Looking at Shanks's departing back, Hongo, who was standing still, was furious and roared at the top of his voice: "There is no way those two pills can have such a quick effect! You were just pretending and acting for us just now!"

It didn't matter what was said now. Shanks pulled Punch to sit down as if he didn't hear anything, grabbed the wine on the ground and continued drinking.