As his vantage point continuously rose, Morgans's view gradually broadened.
Soon, he spotted Big Mama Charlotte Linlin not far from Kaido.
Her beautiful body lay disheveled on the other side, her eyes open but showing only whites, indicating her unwillingness to fall, and much of her body was covered in dirt and rocks.
Morgans's heart pounded. That meant the remaining people were Whitebeard and the rose emperor.
The World's Strongest!
The significance of this battle was enough to determine such a title. So, what was the final outcome?
But one thing was certain: no matter what, these four, or some of them, would divide the power of speech in the New World.
According to what he knew, the World Government also intended to withdraw most of its forces, and the New World would completely become a pirate's paradise.
So, who would be the victor?
Morgans's heart surged with excitement as he flapped his wings and flew higher. Gradually, he saw Whitebeard and Nero confronting each other below.
Both were in a sorry state, with numerous visible wounds on their bodies.
Gasping for breath, Nero was barely standing, leaning on the Primal Fire. There was no sign of dragonification on her body, clearly indicating she had reached her limit.
In contrast, Whitebeard's condition was much better, though he also had a penetrating wound on his right chest.
'Indeed, did that man manage to hold onto the throne of the strongest?' Morgans watched this scene, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.
The outcome was practically without suspense; the rose emperor Nero was barely able to stand now.
A preconceived notion led everyone to believe that the battle on the island was a free-for-all among four individuals.
However, the truth was that Nero first fought Kaido and Charlotte Linlin for seven days and seven nights, and then, without rest, immediately began another round of battle with Whitebeard.
Nero did not lose; it was simply that her stamina could no longer support such high-intensity combat.
Even with the power of the Red Dragon, facing these monsters, ten days and ten nights of fighting had left her with almost no strength.
"Umu, I... huff... huff..."
Using the Primal Fire as a crutch, Nero's legs trembled like a tottering fawn.
Her heavy breathing made it impossible for her to speak a complete sentence, and Whitebeard in front of her began to blur. Nero's vision became hazy, but she still reached out her hand.
"I... give me your... beard!!!"
After forcing out the last words, Nero's body could no longer hold on, and she collapsed, completely losing consciousness.
Whitebeard, who had felt a certain camaraderie with Nero, heard her last words, and his face immediately darkened.
Damn brat!
Whitebeard watched Nero's falling figure, then sat down on the ground himself. The battle was over, and their respective crew members would soon arrive to pick them up.
However, Nero Claudius? What a terrifying individual. Whitebeard didn't think he had won, but he also didn't think he had lost.
He was in his prime, having roamed the seas for many years, and he was confident he could defeat Kaido and Charlotte Linlin if they teamed up.
However, if he were to fight Nero again after this, he would probably lose.
But if both sides were at their peak, then the outcome would be uncertain.
"Gurararara! You're truly young!" Whitebeard laughed loudly, though it was unclear if it was an exclamation or mockery.
But these actions appeared differently in Morgans's eyes. Whitebeard had become the final victor, mocking the other three in the ruins for being far too inferior.
Such presence, truly worthy of the strongest man!
The shutter clicked, leaving afterimages, as Morgans, in an unusual posture, simultaneously recorded in his notebook.
Big news! Big news!!
Morgans's brain was in a frenzy, his expression distorted, reaching an intracranial climax. With every stroke, he felt he was recording history... "Umu..."
Opening her eyes, Nero saw the familiar ceiling and sat up, feeling a bit weak.
Hathaway and Stella, who were keeping watch, quickly went to help her, propping pillows behind Nero's back to make her more comfortable.
"Nero, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Stella asked with a worried frown.
"Umu... I... I think I'm hungry!" As if to confirm Nero's words, her stomach simultaneously let out a long rumble.
"Umu, hehe!"
The timing of her stomach rumbling was so perfect that Nero couldn't help but blush and scratch her head, laughing awkwardly.
"There's porridge prepared in the kitchen; you can have that to settle your stomach first. Would Your Majesty like to eat in bed, or move to the dining room?"
Hathaway was adept at taking care of Nero. Guessing that Nero would surely cry hungry upon waking, she had prepared food early.
First, there was stomach-friendly porridge, and once Nero recovered some strength, there would be other nutritious meats.
Of course, for Nero's constitution, there wasn't much difference, but Hathaway never thought that way.
"Umu, of course I'll eat in bed! I don't have an ounce of strength right now, I can't even lift my hand, so you'll have to feed me!"
Nero stated matter-of-factly; even God himself wouldn't be able to lift her hand today.
"Ah, I understand. Please wait a moment." It was an expected answer, and Hathaway wasn't surprised. She nodded and left to prepare.
"Nero, how are you? Does your body still hurt? Be sure to tell me if anything feels uncomfortable! Don't try to tough it out."
Stella looked at Nero's slightly paler face than usual, still feeling a bit uneasy.
She didn't quite understand the constitution of strong individuals, but seeing the weak Nero, she felt she should do something.
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Umu?" Nero tilted her head, looking at Stella, then thought for a moment and extended her hand, gesturing to her.
"Eh?" Stella, somewhat puzzled, placed her hand on Nero's.
"Eh!!!"
Nero used a bit of force, pulling Stella forward. When Stella looked up again, their eyes met, and their faces were less than five centimeters apart.
"Nero?" A tempting blush appeared on Stella's face. This distance was too close!
And Nero's face kept getting closer. Stella felt her cheeks burning, and finally, she buried her head like an ostrich, closing her eyes.
She could smell Nero's hot breath, as if it carried a hint of rose fragrance. Stella's body began to tremble.
Suddenly, her body was embraced. Nero's hand rested on her back, their cheeks brushing against each other.
"Ne... Nero?"
Taking a deep breath at Stella's neck, Nero narrowed her eyes: "Umu, Stella smells so good! Then let me hold you for a while!"
"..."
What a coincidence, they were thinking the same thing.
And Hathaway, pushing the food cart at the door: "..."
After serving Her Majesty for so many years, this was the first time she felt caught between a rock and a hard place.
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