"Gurararara... Don't misunderstand. You only need to take one slash, one punch, and one kick from me."
"If you can withstand them, then this time, the Whitebeard Pirates will back down. Not only will we agree to Golden Lion's demands, but we'll also give you a fine island of your own."
"Do you dare accept? I want to see just how much power the dead Bullet still retains, and just how strong you truly are..."
"Hahahaha... I told you before."
"Why wouldn't I dare? It's merely one slash, one punch, and one kick..." Carlos laughed loudly as he controlled Asura Path Pain.
"Good. Then let's begin!"
The moment he spoke, Whitebeard's expression turned solemn. A faint white halo flashed around his feet, and terrifying rebounding force erupted. Holding his naginata, he charged at Carlos with a speed no less than teleportation. Compared to the reports of his frail, gravely ill future self, the difference was immense. His terrifying presence felt as if the sky were collapsing, shaking the soul!
Gripping the blade with both hands, Whitebeard's broad, sharp blade shimmered with warped, shifting white light. Terrifying vibrational power coated it as he delivered a simple overhead slash at Carlos's head. Though the attack was simple, in the hands of a master like Whitebeard, it was one of the hardest to deal with. Either take it head-on or evade it—and once one evaded, one would lose the initiative and be suppressed.
Carlos, controlling Asura Path Pain, was immensely excited and eager to try. Fighting Whitebeard—just thinking about it made his blood boil!
Pupil Power surged wildly. All of Asura Path Pain's Haki gathered around his right fist, one layer of Haki wrapped around another. The double-layered Haki firmly protected that sandbag-sized fist. Every muscle in his body compressed to the extreme,