One Piece: Surrounded at Marineford? Just kidding!

Chapter 465: The Plan to Dismember the Body in Five Cuts!

Satan Saint has resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes!

The argument between the five people continued for almost ten minutes.

These five individuals represent the pinnacle of combat power across this vast ocean. They have created an era, and they have also buried it. Yet now, these monsters who stand at the top of the world are like five children fighting over candy in the street, arguing heatedly over the right to kill someone.

Roger jumped up and down, pointing at Whitebeard's nose and cursing. Whitebeard didn't back down, swinging his massive Murakumogiri sword with a whooshing sound, spittle almost spraying Roger's face.

Rocks, his face grim, brought up old grievances from decades ago, each one a justification. Shanks, slippery as an eel, stirred up trouble between Roger and Whitebeard while simultaneously seizing every opportunity to grab a spot for himself.

Long stood on the far side, trying to use the revolutionary army's righteous cause to seize a position, but his calm and deep voice was quickly drowned out by the roars of the other four.

Chen Ye stood ten steps away.

He crossed his arms and watched the farce with a cold eye. In the first round, he could still find some amusement in it.

By the second round, he was already getting bored.

In the third round, Rocks even brought up old grievances like Roger's failure to repay a loan.

He finally couldn't take it anymore!

Chen Ye raised his right hand. Chaotic power surged from his palm.

The power of chaos spread rapidly in mid-air, instantly transforming into an invisible hemispherical barrier that enveloped the five people who were still arguing fiercely.

The next second, the world became quiet.

The five people inside the barrier didn't even react at first, their emotions still at their peak.

A few seconds later, they realized something was wrong.

Roger was taken aback for a moment, then cleared his throat and coughed twice.

No sound.

The hilt of Whitebeard's sword shattered the ground, cracking and exploding, yet no booming sound was heard. Rocks slowly fell silent. Shanks' smile froze. Dragon lowered his arms.

The five people stopped simultaneously, turning their heads in astonishment. Five pairs of eyes stared at Chen Ye outside the barrier. Their expressions were utterly ridiculous. One second they were filled with murderous intent, the next they looked like a group of silent film actors whose voices had been cut off.

Chen Ye's face was cold, and his gaze swept over the five people like a knife.

He then snapped his fingers.

The invisible barrier of chaos vanished instantly. The air began to flow again, and the sound returned to the bottom of the pit.

"Stop arguing."

Upon hearing this!

The five men exchanged glances. They could all hear the impatience in Chen Ye's words. No matter how resentful they were, no one dared to speak up now. They all knew that if they really angered this man, the consequences would be far more serious than failing to kill the Five Elders.

Chen Ye lowered his hand and stepped towards the center of the pit.

He went straight to the remains of Saint Satan.

Chen Ye stopped and looked down at the mangled, broken demon body. His eyes held neither pity nor anger, only naked contempt.

Then, Chen Ye withdrew his foot and turned to look at the five people beside him.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up. That smile was cold and cruel.

"Since you all want to cut, then stop arguing." Chen Ye's voice slowly echoed from the bottom of the pit. "I'll give you a plan."

All five people pricked up their ears at the same time.

"Five cuts to dismember." Chen Ye's tone was crisp and cold. "One cut per person, no one can take it from me. Fairness."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air that had been frozen at the bottom of the pit seemed to be set on fire on the spot.

Roger was stunned for only half a second before slapping his thigh and throwing his head back, bursting into a deafening laugh.

"Hahaha! Great! This plan is excellent! Five cuts to dismember! That's satisfying! I love it!"

He clapped his hands and cheered repeatedly.

The white-bearded man grinned widely, and his signature hearty laughter sent shivers down one's spine.

"Gurarara! Chen Ye, you brat, your idea is right up my alley! Dismembering this old monster, just hearing about it is exhilarating!"

He slammed the hilt of his knife into the ground, his face beaming with satisfaction.

Lox snorted and slightly raised his chin, feigning reluctance.

"It's barely a fair method."

But the uncontrollable upward curve of his lips betrayed his inner elation. The thought of personally tearing the Five Elders apart was exhilarating.

Long's tense shoulder line finally relaxed a bit.

"For those comrades who died in the darkness, I must strike with this blade no matter what."

There was a hint of relief in his tone. As long as he could personally execute the Five Elders, how he was killed wasn't that important.

Shanks burst out laughing, quickly walked over, and patted Chenye on the shoulder.

"You're really something, Chenye! You're so reliable! I knew it! We're all decent people, it would be better to part ways amicably!"

The atmosphere at the bottom of the pit suddenly became much more harmonious. It was as if the five people had finally reached some kind of perfect consensus.

However, this silence lasted only two seconds.

When the five men looked up again, the air temperature suddenly dropped. The tension that had just subsided returned with an even more ferocious intensity.

One person, one knife—that's fair indeed.

But who makes the first cut?

The weight of the first cut is completely different from that of the following four cuts.

Whoever strikes first will have their name nailed to the most prominent place in this history.

Roger's eyes sharpened instantly, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. Whitebeard lowered his shoulders, and the trembling aura crept up the blade once more. The black aura surrounding Rocks spread again. Dragon's gaze darkened. Shanks' smile faded slightly.

The five men stared at each other, none willing to back down an inch. None were willing to relinquish this supreme honor.

It looked like a second round of arguments was about to erupt.

Chen Ye nipped any potential trouble in the bud. He absolutely wouldn't allow these guys to waste any more time on this kind of thing.

"I'll set the rules." Chen Ye's voice was crisp and decisive, immediately cutting off any room for negotiation. "We'll rank them according to their reputation on the high seas. Whoever has the bigger reputation will be ranked higher."

All five people were taken aback. This standard was clearly unexpected by everyone.

Before they could react, Chen Ye had already started calling out names.

Roger.

Chen Ye's gaze fell on the Pirate King.

"You make the first cut."

Roger's eyes lit up, and his grin stretched almost to his ears. He turned his head triumphantly, giving the other four a smug look, his eyes practically screaming, "Did you hear that? I'm the most famous Pirate King!" He slung his long sword over his shoulder and floated into the air.

"Locus".

Chen Ye then looked at the man shrouded in black mist.

"You're second in the God Valley's tent."

Rocks gritted his teeth. Being second only to Roger was naturally displeasing. But he also knew that the title of Pirate King was indeed more prestigious than his own, a defeated ruler from the old era. Besides, being able to outrank Whitebeard was enough to make him feel better. He gave a cold snort, acknowledging his defeat.

"Dad."

Chen Ye's gaze shifted to the white beard.

"You're third."

The white-bearded man stroked his crescent-shaped mustache and glared fiercely at Rocks. He was somewhat displeased with third place, but ultimately remained silent. Now it wasn't about rankings, it was about that one strike. If he could make that cut, third place was fine.

"dragon."

Chenye looked at the leader of the revolutionary army.

"You represent the forces that will overthrow the world government. You are ranked fourth."

Long nodded silently. He didn't care about such empty titles. The Revolutionary Army wanted real victories, not personal glory. The fourth move was enough to demonstrate the Revolutionary Army's determination to the world.

"In the end, it's you, Shanks."

Chenye looked at the current Four Emperors.

"You're the least experienced, so you're in charge of finishing up. Make the fifth cut."

Shanks sighed helplessly, spread his one arm, and shrugged.

"Oh dear, seniority really does take its toll. But it's alright, being the last one to appear is still quite impressive."

After he finished speaking, he resumed his carefree, grinning expression.

The order was thus finalized. Clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

The other four had their own grievances about Roger being ranked first. Rocks felt he got a good deal. Whitebeard thought he was too arrogant. Dragon thought he wasn't steady enough. Shanks felt Roger had stolen the limelight from the younger generation.

But Chen Ye's logic was irrefutable. The name "One Piece" was indeed the most resounding brand on this vast sea.

The commotion at the bottom of the pit finally subsided completely.

The five people dispersed and began making final preparations for the upcoming global live broadcast.

Chen Ye was still standing in the very center of the pit.

He looked up at the ruined platform above the crater. Vegapunk's signal hadn't been established yet.

The five peerless experts were now poised to strike. They awaited only the final command, at which point they would mercilessly tear Satan Saint apart.