#702 - Chapter 502: The Navy’s Faith - One Piece: Start as a mythical beast, practice to become stronger.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Sengoku's violent coughing broke the brief silence.

He covered his mouth, the bloodstains overflowing from the corner of his mouth dyeing his palm red.

Each violent cough was accompanied by a bone-piercing pain, as if reminding him that his deep injuries could no longer be ignored.

Sengoku's figure was somewhat hunched, but those eyes that once deterred pirates were still as fiery as a blaze.

"The Navy... is actually splitting apart..."

His voice was low and hoarse, full of shock and anger.

His brow was furrowed, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if trying to suppress some kind of resentment.

He supported himself on the tactical table beside him with one hand, and clenched the other into a fist, his knuckles white, his nails digging deeply into his flesh.

It was an unquenchable rage, indignation at the betrayal of himself and the entire Navy.

He knew that the Navy's division not only represented betrayal, but also meant the shaking of the entire world order, and this betrayal was like a knife deeply piercing the heart of the Navy.

"Sengoku, you..."

Garp stood aside, seeing Sengoku's appearance, he couldn't help but want to step forward, but hesitated.

Sengoku's injuries were obviously serious, but he was still stubbornly holding on.

Garp's eyes darkened, his fist clenched, suppressing the anger and anxiety in his heart.

"I'm fine."

Sengoku suddenly raised his head, looking forward with piercing eyes, although his face was pale, he was full of a terrifying aura.

His gaze swept over Garp, Tsuru, and other veteran admirals beside him, and seeing their expressions, a complex emotion flashed in his heart.

Teammates who once fought side by side were now enduring the same burden.

Their faces were also filled with anxiety, but even more so with helplessness and anger at the situation.

"I didn't expect..."

Sengoku's eyes gradually became solemn,

"The order that has been maintained... is actually so fragile."

He murmured softly, his throat as if blocked by a heavy stone, making it even more difficult for him to speak.

As Fleet Admiral, his responsibility was heavier than a mountain, but the current situation made him deeply feel his own powerlessness.

Tsuru stood aside, sighed softly, and after a moment of silence, said:

"The collapse of the Navy is not a matter of a day or two, but the result of years of accumulated contradictions and corruption."

Her voice was calm and firm, but the disappointment in her words was extremely obvious.

"As for those naval officers, whether their betrayal is due to personal ambition or other motives, we cannot know now.

But we cannot give up because of these traitors."

Sengoku listened to her words and nodded slowly, his eyes becoming more and more firm.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, the cruelty of reality was already in front of him.

The names of the betrayers were like thorns, deeply piercing the heart of the Navy.

Whether it was 'Green Bull' Aramaki, or the other traitors, their appearance proved a truth - the Navy had already fallen apart.

"Sengoku."

Garp's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of heaviness and anger.

"We can't just let these traitors continue to run rampant!

Navy Headquarters cannot fall like this!

We have to find a way, we can't let their betrayal be our end."

Sengoku did not answer immediately, his eyes began to wander, and waves of turmoil surged in his heart.

He knew that Garp's firmness was beyond question, but he also knew that what the Navy was facing now was not only external threats, but also the challenge of internal strife.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and finally said in a low voice:

"We must reverse the situation.

For those loyal marines, we cannot let these traitors take away our future."

He straightened his body, although his movements were slightly slow due to his injuries, the aura belonging to the Fleet Admiral was still strong.

Sengoku squeezed his fist hard, the blood seemed to make his face even paler due to the severe pain, but he still maintained an unyielding posture.

"We haven't lost yet. It's not over yet."

Tsuru looked at him deeply and nodded. She knew that although Sengoku was seriously injured, his determination remained undiminished.

The fate of the Navy was still in their hands, and even if the road ahead was full of unknown dangers, they would still stand at the forefront and never bow their heads.

Sakazuki and others were also on guard, their eyes cold and alert, as if ready to meet any sudden battle.

Sengoku stood on the scarred battlefield, surrounded by thick smoke and the smell of blood.

Although physically and mentally exhausted, his heart was more determined than ever.

Recalling what happened just now, the figures of those traitors, that 'Green Bull' who once fought side by side, had now become a traitor to the Navy, betraying his oath and stabbing his former comrades and the sea he once defended.

All of this was like a sharp knife, deeply piercing Sengoku's heart.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles white, and his bones cracked slightly from the force.

That anger surged into his heart like a flood, almost making him unable to control his emotions.

His chest heaved violently, as if every breath was burning his sanity.

"Betrayal..."

Sengoku murmured to himself, his eyes flashing with mad anger, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a nearly insane smile, as if these bloody betrayals had completely ignited his fire of revenge.

"We will have our revenge!"

He said through gritted teeth, his voice low and powerful, as if every word was a vow erupting from the abyss.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

In any case, this battle was far from over.

The hidden hands left by the World Government within the Navy were like malignant tumors, corroding the foundation of the Navy.

The outbreak of this incident was the most exposed moment of this decaying force.

Those traitors, spies, and everything controlled behind the scenes, all hidden in the dark, had been exposed to the sunlight, although this sunlight was full of blood, it brought him hope and determination.

"They think they can tear us apart in this way?"

Sengoku laughed in a low voice, his eyes flashing with cold light,

"They are wrong.

The Navy will never yield."

He turned to look at Garp and Tsuru beside him, seeing the same anger burning in their eyes, as if deeply agreeing with Sengoku's oath.

Garp's deep eyes narrowed slightly, his lips pursed tightly, he seemed to have realized that Sengoku's words were not just a momentary anger, but their determination to take complete revenge.

"Sengoku, you don't have to say these things."

Garp's voice was low, full of iron and blood,

"We all understand. Those traitors will pay the price for their actions."

Sengoku was silent for a moment, staring at the battlefield in front of him. His eyes became empty, yet full of some kind of deep power, as if from this ruin, he had already seen the dawn of the Navy's revival.

"What we have to do is not just revenge."

His tone became more calm and firm,

"We must re-cleanse this ocean and uproot those who try to divide us, one by one.

Let the world see that the Navy is always the most solid shield in this world."

His hand gripped the hilt of the sword next to him, feeling that familiar strength and determination.

Every time he gripped the hilt of the sword, he seemed to hear its low echo, the shouts of countless warriors fighting for justice, the Navy's unwavering belief.

"This is our responsibility."

Sengoku's voice was low and powerful,

"The blood of these betrayers will cleanse the Navy of shame.

We must let them understand that the price of any betrayal is unbearable."

Garp nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a firm smile:

"That's right, no one in this world can easily tear apart the dignity of the Navy.

We will never tolerate it."

Tsuru also stepped forward, her eyes firm:

"Whether it is from the World Government or the corrupt forces within the Navy, they cannot destroy our beliefs."

Sengoku looked at them, a warm current surged in his heart.

Even when injured, even in the midst of storms, he still had these comrades who swore to follow him to the death, their beliefs were indestructible.

And he had never given up his faith - the Navy's faith.