One Piece's Strongest Villain

Across the port, the tension thickened as three warships approached the island.

Their flags, emblazoned with the Navy's insignia, fluttered with purpose as the vessels cut swiftly through the waves.

On the deck of the lead warship, Vice Admiral Ghost Spider stood at the helm, his cold, calculating eyes fixed on the three-masted sailing ship docked in the harbor.

"Hmph… it's them," he muttered, cigarette smoke curling from the corner of his mouth. The figures of Leon and Uchiha Madara came into view, matching the descriptions provided in the anonymous intelligence from Doflamingo.

Ghost Spider's conviction was absolute. Even without definitive proof that they were the murderers of Simmons, his belief in "absolute justice" left no room for hesitation.

"No crime goes unpunished," he declared under his breath. Then, louder: "Speed up! Surround the port immediately!"

"Yes, sir!"

The warships surged forward, cutting through the surf with renewed urgency. Moments later, the crews disembarked with precision, forming a wide cordon that locked down the port.

The Navy's arrival didn't go unnoticed. Leon stood calmly near the ship, watching as Ghost Spider stepped onto the cobblestone pier with an entourage of armed soldiers.

"You're the ones who killed Simmons, aren't you?" Ghost Spider asked coldly, his eyes narrowing.

Leon raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "So, the Navy sent someone like you all the way to the North Sea. Ghost Spider, the elite of Navy Headquarters… I'm flattered."

He paused briefly, then smirked. "But yes, Simmons is dead. We killed him."

Ghost Spider's lips twisted into a scowl. "Attacking a warship, murdering a Rear Admiral, and stealing Devil Fruits… your crimes are heinous! Unforgivable!"

But Leon remained utterly unfazed by his outburst.

"Do Navy officers always talk this much?"

The taunt didn't come from Leon, but from Madara. His deep, authoritative voice cut through the commotion like a blade, carrying an almost godlike disdain. "This is nothing more than a waste of time."

The Navy soldiers bristled at his words, their faces flushed with anger.

"Did he just call us trash?"

"This arrogance… it's unforgivable!"

"Vice Admiral, we must take them down now!"

Their outrage simmered into a cacophony of indignant voices, but Ghost Spider raised a hand, silencing them. His icy gaze never left Madara. "Soldiers, take aim and fire!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The air erupted with gunfire as hundreds of bullets tore through the sky, hurtling toward their targets.

Madara, standing motionless in his crimson armor, didn't flinch. His expression remained calm, almost bored, as the bullets reflected in the depths of his spinning Sharingan.

"This childish trick is meaningless," he muttered.

The blazing sunlight caught the sheen of his armor, and his long black hair whipped like a banner in the wind. Then, under the stunned gaze of the Navy soldiers, Madara's Sharingan evolved. The tomoe swirled, merging into the intricate pattern of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.

A wave of energy erupted from him. The air grew heavy, charged with a suffocating aura as dark, cold chakra began to swirl around his body.

"What is that?"

Before anyone could react, the chakra coalesced. A massive skeleton began to form around Madara, its bones glowing with an ominous blue light. Muscle and sinew followed, layering onto the giant structure until it took the shape of a towering warrior.

Susanoo.

A collective gasp rippled through the Navy ranks. The colossal figure, radiating raw power, seemed to blot out the sun. The ground trembled under its weight as Madara stood proudly at its heart, his overwhelming aura silencing the battlefield.

"Susanoo… the Uchiha clan's ultimate technique!" Leon's voice held a hint of awe as he watched the transformation. He had read about this power in legends, but seeing it in person was something else entirely.

Madara's lips curled into a smirk. "A bunch of rabble," he said disdainfully. "Let me show you the true power of the Sharingan."

Boom!

Susanoo's massive arm raised high into the air, dark chakra pooling into it like liquid malice. The gesture alone sent a shockwave across the port, and the soldiers nearest to it stumbled backward, their weapons falling from trembling hands.

"Run!"

The soldiers' cries of panic echoed as they scrambled to retreat. The disciplined formation of the Navy dissolved into chaos, their psychological defenses shattered by the overwhelming presence of Susanoo.

"Damn it!" Ghost Spider's voice was tight with rage as he glared at Madara. His muscles tensed, but even he couldn't suppress the instinctive fear creeping into his chest. The sheer scale of the power before him dwarfed anything he had encountered before.

Madara's gaze locked onto him, the crimson glow of his Eternal Mangekyo boring into his soul. "It's too late to run now," he said coldly, Susanoo's arm crashing down like the hammer of a god.

Boom!

The impact tore through the harbor, sending debris flying in every direction. Buildings crumbled under the shockwave, and ships in the port were tossed like toys. The few soldiers who had managed to avoid the initial attack were frozen in terror, their minds unable to process the destruction before them.

Leon watched the chaos unfold, his arms crossed. A faint smile played on his lips as he observed the once-proud Navy reduced to disarray.

"When they stepped onto this island," he said quietly, "their fate was already sealed."

As Susanoo continued its rampage, the cries of the Navy soldiers grew fainter, swallowed by the storm of destruction. The once-orderly port had become a battlefield drenched in fear and ruin.

For Ghost Spider and his men, the wrath of Uchiha Madara was an inescapable nightmare.

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