The sky was splitting apart, and the sea was trembling.
The raging sea surged violently. What had originally been a relatively level surface was now divided into separate regions—some raised, some sunken—like uneven rolling hills.
"Kaido!"
Whitebeard stood at the bow of the Moby Dick, head raised as he looked at the dragon-man standing on the clouds. "The warm-up is about over, isn't it?"
It had only been a warm-up.
Yet it had already thrown the entire sea into endless turmoil. Massive waves spread outward one after another, and the nearby islands would likely soon suffer the onslaught of fierce tsunamis.
"Worororororo! I'd love to fight you to the very end too, but we'll stop here for today."
Kaido laughed loudly as he transformed once more into a colossal azure dragon and soared into the air. "My brat says it's not time for the final battle yet."
"Don't run around. I'll come find you again tomorrow."
The azure dragon rose into the sky and shot toward the heavens.
Whitebeard had no way to stop him. He could only stand on the deck and watch the man leave.
"What the hell was Kaido thinking?"
Thatch was baffled. "He came all this way just to trade a few blows with Pops?"
That had never been Kaido's style before.
"He was here to stop me from going after that little brat!"
Whitebeard understood why Kaido had appeared, and his expression could not help growing grave.
If that was the case, then the situation was far from favorable.
"Pops,"
Marco hesitated for a moment. "Should I go find that brat?"
"No."
Whitebeard shook his head. "Follow the plan. You go back. Suspend the operation to attack Kaido's territory for now. Notify everyone to return. Make sure they don't expose their tracks, and arrange a