"Phew... Is this fun?" Whitebeard retreated, exhaling in frustration as he looked at the shameless Carlos and spoke in a deep voice.
"It's pretty fun. I just love it when people can't stand me but can't do anything about me..." Carlos said with a smug grin.
"I..." Whitebeard was speechless. How had he never noticed that Carlos was such a bastard before? Had he completely let himself go? Or had he been pent up from going so long without a fight?
"Ha ha ha... Just kidding..."
Before his words had even faded, Carlos emerged from the Kamui Space. Strange ripples spread from his dead-silent eyes, and his entire aura underwent a heaven-shaking transformation. His life force was nearly nonexistent, his mental fluctuations were extremely faint, and an air of death radiated from his entire body!
Carlos moved, streaking through the air toward Whitebeard. His five fingers curled into claws, his nails turning grayish-black and giving off a matching glow. They carried an ominous aura of death, decay, withering, and mystery, brimming with savage might!
Whitebeard showed no fear. Letting go of his naginata, he swung his sandbag-sized fists at Carlos's attacking hands, pale-white halos flashing around them.
Carlos immediately changed his move. Claws were not meant to clash head-on with fists. The moment Carlos shifted, Whitebeard, whose combat experience was incomparably rich, adapted as well. The two began fighting at close quarters, yet their attacks never collided even once, as though they were children playing around.
Both men had extraordinary control over their strength. Not a trace of power leaked out; all of it remained restrained within their hands as they continuously built momentum and force. Once either of them landed a blow, it would be a devastating, earth-shattering strike!
They countered every move with another. What they competed in