Whitebeard was a very proud and arrogant man.
If his sons had successfully retreated by this point, he would have calmly chosen to fight the Marines to the death, even if he could not win them.
But not now; his sons had not yet fallen back.
From the moment he made the decision to come to Marineford to rescue Ace, he never intended to walk out of Marineford alive.
Rather than letting the Tremor-Tremor Fruit fall into the hands of some unknown person after his death, he would use it to buy his sons a chance at survival!
"Good!"
Whitebeard agreed with crisp decisiveness, with almost no hesitation, "I agree! I'll trade my life and this fruit for my sons to leave safely!"
"Pops! No!!"
"We'll fight them to the death!!"
In the distance, Marco and the others, who vaguely heard snippets of conversation, let out sorrowful and angry roars.
"Shut up!" Whitebeard shouted sternly, carrying unquestionable majesty, and then looked at Uchiha Yoru.
"Deal! I trust the reputation of you Uchihas, and the fruit on me is yours now, but before that, this broken body of mine cannot fall yet!"
Whitebeard laughed heroically, as if unburdened by a heavy load, and he straightened his blood-stained spine, pointing the Murakumogiri toward the three admirals and Sengoku.
The Uchiha had previously dealt with the Whitebeard Pirates because of Ace.
Whitebeard trusted his own judgment; the other party belonged to the kind of pirates who had a bottom line and would not go back on their word.
He was going to join forces with him to fight a bloody path for his sons!
"Forget it, old man, I see you cannot throw many punches anymore either. Rest for a bit."
Yoru shook his head, lacking the heart to let Whitebeard keep fighting