ONE PIECE Is Real

The sudden, shameless sobbing and humble pleading, combined with Blackbeard's miserable face smeared with tears and snot, pierced the softest part of Whitebeard's heart like a thorn.

Whitebeard's fist, carrying certain death, abruptly stopped less than an inch from Blackbeard's head.

The violent white light of vibration around his fist flickered fiercely, brightening and dimming without end.

More than twenty years... even if he had raised a dog, he would have grown attached to it.

Let alone a person.

Teach had once been a member of the crew. They had drunk together, laughed loudly, fought side by side. He had called him "Old Man" countless times.

Those scenes flashed uncontrollably through Whitebeard's mind.

Though his reason told him that the man before him was a murderer who had killed his own brother and deserved to die.

The nearly instinctive tolerance and softheartedness he had developed toward his "sons" over all those years.

Made it impossible for him to bring his fist down at this moment.

The killing intent and fury in his heart cracked under that humble plea, revealing a trace of... the hesitation of an "old father" facing a child who had made a mistake.

It was that instant of hesitation.

The seemingly humble, trembling Blackbeard suddenly erupted with vicious, crafty malice in his eyes.

His left hand, hidden beneath him, had somehow gripped a short yet exceptionally sharp dagger that glinted with an eerie blue chill.

With all his strength and at the fastest speed possible, he stabbed directly at Whitebeard's abdomen.

At the same time, Akainu, who had been silently watching from an ice pit nearby, flashed a cold light in his eyes.

This was the exact moment he had been waiting for—Whitebeard exposing an opening.

His right arm instantly transformed into magma, striking silently with ruthless