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'A chance to protect his family again?'
Whitebeard suddenly froze.
He felt a bone-chilling chill surging from his feet, then spreading up his spine and straight into his brain.
Boom! !
The roar of battle echoed from below, relentless and deafening.
Terrifying movements shook the battlefield.
Whitebeard instinctively turned his gaze toward the chaos.
War.
Gun smoke.
Blood.
Countless corpses littered the ground.
The Blackbeard Pirates continued their ruthless slaughter of his remaining crew.
And now, with the arrival of the NEO Navy forces from the floating island, the brutality of the conflict had only intensified.
The scent of gunpowder suddenly filled his nostrils—thick, suffocating, nauseating.
His vision blurred for a moment.
Memories surged through his mind like an unstoppable tide, crashing over him.
His face turned pale.
His fists clenched tightly.
The smell of war, the stench of blood and death, the acrid gunpowder—it all pulled him back to the last great battle of his life.
The largest war the world had ever witnessed.
The one people called the "Battle of Marineford."
In that battle, he had lost everything.
Whitebeard lowered his gaze to his hands, scarred and worn. His bloodshot eyes glistened as tears slowly welled up.
"A chance to protect my family?"
He murmured the words so softly that only he could hear them.
The wind was hot.
The air reeked of smoke and blood.
For a moment, everything seemed to stand still.
Then, suddenly—
Whitebeard lifted his head.
His eyes, now burning with resolve, locked onto Liu Feng.
"Liu Feng, we'll talk about this later."
"Right now, I have more important things to do!"
A flash of overwhelming fighting spirit flashed across his old but fierce eyes.
Whitebeard reached back and tore the white captain's cloak from where it hung on the grave behind him.
With a swift motion, he draped it over his shoulders.
The wind howled, catching the fabric, making it billow like a battle flag—heavy with iron-blooded resolve.
His rough, calloused hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of his naginata.
The supreme blade— Murakumogiri!
"My sons…"
"I have left you with such a scourge."
Whitebeard's voice was low, filled with sorrow and regret.
He strode slowly toward the edge of the cliff, his piercing gaze locked onto a single figure amid the chaos below—a towering presence wreathed in a suffocating darkness.
Each step he took felt like the rumbling of a storm, his aura rising with every movement.
The air itself trembled, spiraling upward in turbulent waves around his massive frame.
His grip on Murakumogiri tightened.
"This time… at least before I return to the underworld…"
"I will see true benevolence and justice carried out—until the very end!"
His teeth clenched, his voice like steel.
Then—
With a powerful leap, Whitebeard hurled himself off the cliff!
"TEACH!!"
A thunderous roar of fury shattered the sky.
"What a terrifying aura."
The Golden Lion looked at the Whitebeard, who rushed out like a tiger; a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he said softly.
"He is still the same as he was back then, so fierce and frightening."
Roger also shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.
Only they truly knew what a terrifying monster that man became when enraged. The title of "World's Strongest" was no mere exaggeration—it was earned.
With real fists, with that colossal naginata, with sheer, overwhelming power, he would cut everything down to clear the last obstacle for his sons."
Liu Feng narrowed his eyes, his voice soft yet resolute.
"In that case, don't delay."
"Let's end this war once and for all."
"The Blackbeard Pirates—this freak born out of Whitebeard's pain and disaster—it's time to put an end to it."
As soon as the words left his lips, his figure flickered like a flash of lightning, vanishing from sight.
Golden Lion and Roger exchanged knowing smiles, then surged forward, heading straight for the heart of the battlefield.
Marco, his blue-green wings blazing with flame, followed closely behind.
The battle ignited.
"Jihahahahahaha!! I am invincible!!!"
Blackbeard laughed maniacally, his ferocious grin widening as he punched heavily into the air before him.
The very atmosphere seemed to shatter, and an explosive shockwave erupted, sending hundreds of NEO Navy and Whitebeard Pirates flying. Blood splattered across the ground as they were violently tossed aside, unable to resist.
The onlookers could only stare in horrified silence, their hearts sinking with the weight of an unprecedented despair.
They knew it now—
They couldn't win. There was no way they could win.
The sheer destructive force Blackbeard wielded was beyond anything human strength could resist.
"Give up resistance!" he jeered, his voice dripping with scorn. "Ants like you should surrender to my invincible power!! Jihahahahahaha!!!"
One hand of Blackbeard was enveloped in an abyss of endless darkness, while the other was surrounded by the raw power of destruction.
His eyes gleamed with cruel delight as he laughed maniacally.
He was a worshiper of strength, and in his twisted view, submitting to power was the only truth of the ocean. This was why he had once served under Whitebeard, for that man was the strongest.
But at this moment—
A roar shattered the air.
"If you surrender to power, you are no longer a man!!"
With a deafening swish, a massive naginata sliced through the wind and waves!