Terrifying sound waves intertwined with Conqueror's Haki.
The two powers belonged to entirely different systems, so there was naturally no clash between them.
Flying in the sky, Roy alone received Whitebeard's greeting of Conqueror's Haki.
Meanwhile, the pirates aboard the Moby Dick collectively took Roy's return gift.
The sound waves transformed from Death's Footsteps could make relatively weak creatures stop breathing outright.
However, since this was Whitebeard's territory, Roy held back far more than usual.
Thud!
Thud!
Even though Roy had shown mercy.
Some of the weaker pirates aboard the Moby Dick still foamed at the mouth and collapsed unconscious.
"Gurarara, what kind of power is this? This brat is rather interesting."
Creak, creak.
He rose from the sofa.
"Hey, Old Man, don't move! You're still on an IV! With your body as it is, you can't mess around!"
Seeing Whitebeard trying to stand, the doctor beside him hurriedly spread his arms and anxiously tried to stop him.
"Gurarara, your Old Man isn't so old that he's about to die yet!"
Rip!
He tore out the IV needle in one pull.
"Ah~!"
His enormous body suddenly rose to its feet.
The pink-haired nurse beside him shrieked and clutched the IV stand in her arms.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The towering Whitebeard walked from the middle of the ship toward the bow deck. Every step he took made the ground groan under his immense weight.
Behind him gathered the core forces of the Whitebeard Pirates.
That lineup alone could easily slaughter an entire kingdom.
Arriving at the bow.
Whitebeard looked up at the rapidly approaching Roy and Marco, his gaze inscrutable.
Standing nearly seven or eight meters tall, he radiated dominance simply by being there.
Every muscle in Roy's body tensed.
Just like Marco earlier.
Roy was on guard against Whitebeard suddenly