Buggy felt that this group of people was extremely powerful, and following them clearly offered a greater chance of escaping.
However, he deliberately maintained a distance, taking each step with extreme caution, afraid of being discovered by Ron.
....
Ron and his group hurried along, their footsteps swift as they rushed toward the exit of the Underwater Great Prison.
Their pace was fast, clearly indicating their familiarity with the prison's intricate layout.
Bullett walked at the forefront, his entire body radiating a dense fighting spirit, like a tangible flame burning fiercely, eager to engage in a great battle and release his long-suppressed desire for combat.
"Hurry up, I can't wait any longer!"
Crocodile puffed on his cigar, the smoke coiling behind him like a winding serpent.
His eyes held a hint of nonchalance; in his view, as long as they could escape this place, there was nothing he wouldn't do—this was his usual way of handling things.
Moreover, since Ron dared to gather so many legendary Pirates, he must be plotting something significant.
This piqued Crocodile's curiosity, and a flicker of interest occasionally crossed his gaze.
Redfield followed quietly at the rear, his eyes calm and profound as he silently trailed the group.
He had blocked out the thoughts of those around him, as the chaotic noise would otherwise overwhelm his mind instantly.
"Ron, are we really not going to say goodbye to Katakuri?" Nami suddenly spoke, her voice tinged with hesitation.
She furrowed her brows slightly, a trace of worry in her eyes.
"After all, Big Mom did help us."
Ron shook his head, a helpless expression on his face. "Now is not the time. Although we used them, the sixth level did have many powerful individuals."
As he spoke, Ron glanced at Bullett, who was quite pleased by this, slightly raising his chin and curling his lips into a smug smile.
'You've got good judgment, kid!'
Ron then continued, "If we meet now, the situation would be very awkward. We can offer them a discount on business dealings when the opportunity arises in the future."
Hearing this, Nami nodded and said nothing more.
She let out a soft sigh, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes as she silently followed the group.
Clearly, she believed Big Mom was a good person...
Crocodile sneered, blowing out a ring of smoke. "Hmph, that Katakuri isn't someone easily fooled. Ron, are you sure he'll accept your 'discount'?"
His eyes held a hint of suspicion as he looked at Ron, as if waiting for his response.
Ron smiled but didn't answer, his gaze fixed firmly ahead, his steps never faltering.
In his view, the most important thing now was to leave this place as quickly as possible—everything else could be dealt with later.
...
Meanwhile.
Buggy trailed far behind, carefully maintaining his distance, his eyes constantly darting around as he vigilantly observed his surroundings, afraid that some danger might suddenly appear.
He prayed silently in his heart, 'Please don't let me be discovered, please don't let me be discovered...'
....
Outside Impel Down, the battle continued to rage fiercely.
Big Mom stood at the center of the battlefield, like a towering mountain, yet she couldn't conceal her exhaustion.
Her breathing grew increasingly labored, each breath sounding like the heavy pull of a shout.
Dried bloodstains marked her forehead, stark against her rough skin—clear evidence she had been wounded early in this battle.
Continuous high-intensity combat had gradually drained her stamina. Her body trembled slightly, yet the attacks from her hands never faltered.
As she swung the Napoleon Great Sword, gusts of wind howled around her, tearing through the air as if to shred everything in their path.
Akainu, Garp, Magellan, and Kizaru stood in a semicircle around Big Mom, their expressions as heavy as storm-laden clouds.
Akainu's clothes were torn to shreds, hanging off him like tattered rags.
A deep gash on his chest bled steadily, droplets of blood trickling down his arm and sizzling as they hit the ground.
Garp paused his fists, breathing heavily. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, rolling down his wrinkled cheeks.
Magellan's Poison Dragon had been split in two by Big Mom's lightning.
Forced to endure a blast of her Haki, his face turned deathly pale and a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth.
Kizaru's complexion was slightly ashen.
Injuries from days prior had not fully healed, and now, thrust back into such intense combat, he seemed to be struggling.
His Light Speed Kick lacked its former sharpness; each strike felt as if weighed down by a thousand pounds.
"Hmph, so this is all a Yonko amounts to!" Akainu sneered with a trace of disdain in his voice, though it carried an undertone of exhaustion.
The battle had taken its toll on him as well; his eyes betrayed hints of frustration and resignation.
Garp clenched his fists, knuckles whitening from the force.
"Linlin," he said coldly, "you've fought well enough to be proud. It's best you surrender now!"
Big Mom let out a scornful laugh. "MAMAMAMA! You think you can make me surrender? Dream on!"
As she spoke, a terrifying aura erupted from her once more.
The power of the Buddha Fruit and Azure Dragon fruit coalesced around her, forming a formidable pressure field.
But just then, a fleet of over a dozen warships suddenly appeared on the horizon!
They cut through the waves with astonishing speed, like a school of ferocious sharks.
Ten Marine Vice Admirals, leading masses of marine soldiers, had arrived on the battlefield.
They stood in orderly formation on the decks, postures rigid and imposing.
Each Vice Admiral carried a vial of shimmering green liquid at their waist—the Super Green Blood Potion, radiating an aura both mysterious and perilous.
"The Buster Call!" Magellan's eyes widened in shock, his tone grave as lead.
He stared at the warships, a flicker of concern in his gaze.
"It seems the Marines is serious this time."
The ten Vice Admirals swiftly fanned out, forming a circular encirclement around Big Mom while simultaneously sealing off all exits of the Impel Down.
Their eyes were as cold as winter frost, weapons glinting ominously in their hands—clearly prepared for battle, awaiting only the command to strike.
Garp glared coldly at Big Mom and issued a warning.
"Big Mom, you're surrounded. There's no escape from a Buster Call of this magnitude!"
"Nonono, Vice Admiral Garp, you're mistaken," Kizaru shrugged nonchalantly and corrected, "This isn't an ordinary Buster Call, but a super green-blooded version. It's absolutely terrifying."
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