"Go throw a feast in prison with your sons!"
A metallic sheen flashed across Garp's jet-black fists as he shot toward Whitebeard like a cannonball.
"Recklessness is your weakness, Garp!"
Whitebeard's gaze sharpened. The muscles in his arm bulged, and a shockwave surfaced around his fist.
Their fists collided through the air, unleashing a terrifying shockwave at the center. Oden, who had just been shouting about teaching Garp a lesson, now wore a constipated expression as he endured the lingering force.
Though he had managed to exchange a few moves with Whitebeard when they first met, that was only because of Whitebeard's personality—he had not gone all out from the start.
If he had encountered Roger first, Roger would surely have taught him a lesson with a single Divine Departure. Of course, Divine Departure might be late, but it would arrive. He would experience it himself in a few years.
In short, Oden's current strength was only at the level of a newly advanced First Commander. He was still far inferior to Rayleigh of the same era, after all, Rayleigh was the genuine First Mate of the Roger Pirates.
Whitebeard was still locked in a stalemate with Garp. He glanced at Oden from the corner of his eye and said in a deep voice,
"Oden, go help Nekomamushi and the others on the warship."
Having witnessed Garp's strength, Oden finally behaved himself. He immediately leaped into the air and descended toward the warship.
Garp instantly sensed trouble. The only capable fighters left aboard his ship were Bogard and several Marine rear admirals.
They were already struggling greatly against the Whitebeard Pirates' officers. If Oden joined in as well, they would probably be wiped out before long.
Garp wanted to fall back and defend them, but he was facing Whitebeard. There