Whitebeard and Garen faced each other from afar, their immense auras colliding fiercely like a tsunami against a storm.
"Senior Whitebeard."
Garen held his sword across his chest and asked calmly,
"You just fought Akainu, so you must have used up quite a bit of strength."
"Do you need another day to rest and recover before we fight?"
"Hmph!"
Whitebeard snorted and swept his naginata through the air, sending out a flash of cold light.
"Don't underestimate me, brat!"
"I'm not so old that I can't walk anymore. Let's get started!"
He had previously ganged up on Akainu with his sons. Though he had spent a fair amount of stamina, he was indeed still in pretty good shape.
"Alright."
Garen nodded, then said,
"It's inconvenient to fight on a ship. How about we duel on the island?"
The battles of powerful men affected a vast area. Even Akainu, who had been on the defensive the whole time, had casually destroyed several of Whitebeard's massive warships during the fight, causing incalculable economic losses.
Whitebeard considered it briefly and agreed with Garen's suggestion.
"Fine. Shall we go, then?"
"No need to go."
Garen smiled faintly and, rather flamboyantly, raised a hand to snap his fingers.
At the crisp snap, a massive floating island suddenly crushed through the sea of clouds and slowly descended beneath the afterglow of the setting sun.
After acquiring the ghost Golden Lion, Garen had developed the habit of taking a floating island with him whenever he went out. At critical moments, it could serve as a safe foothold to rescue people or as a large-scale kinetic weapon to crush enemies.
In the end, the floating island came to rest steadily above the sea, like a real island.
"A floating island?"
Whitebeard seemed moved by the sight and could