Blackbeard Begs for Mercy

The smile on Blackbeard's face froze instantly, replaced by boundless terror.

This wasn't according to the script!

Not at all!

Based on what he knew of Whitebeard.

Even if that old man, who valued loyalty and affection, attacked a traitor like him, he should have held back somewhat out of their many years as "father and son." He should have tried to "teach him a lesson" or capture him first, rather than opening with such an unmistakably lethal move.

This resolute killing intent far exceeded his expectations.

"Dark Hole—Liberation!"

Blackbeard flung his arms wide.

A dark vortex over ten meters in diameter, so deep it seemed to connect to endless void, appeared out of nowhere before him.

The vortex spun at high speed, spewing out a mass of debris wrapped in dark matter.

Broken ship planks, twisted cannon barrels, even the wreckage of half a small pirate ship.

That dark matter carried an aura capable of annihilating everything, trying to block and swallow the fatal slash.

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening crash, as though the world itself had collapsed, resounded across all of Marineford.

White light and darkness, two utterly opposing powers, collided violently.

Yet Whitebeard was, after all, the "strongest man in the world."

His enraged, all-out strike was simply not something Blackbeard could confront head-on.

The white ripples of vibration tore through the surging dark matter like rotten wood, blasting and shredding it apart layer by layer.

Murakumogiri's blade, wrapped in extreme vibrations, smashed through the layers of darkness and continued slashing down at Blackbeard's head.

"How is this possible?!"

Blackbeard was scared out of his wits.

He rolled desperately toward the side and rear.

"Slash—!"

The sharp blade skimmed past his scalp and back, striking the ice.

The ice sheet split as easily as tofu, carving out a massive