Whitebeard's Dying Words

"Gurararara! You're right!"

"Dying on the battlefield is indeed better than dying in a hospital bed!"

"Then let's fight!"

Whitebeard laughed heartily, his mood instantly lightening considerably. Dying at the hands of an interesting, mysterious man like Wang Shi was far better than dying at the hands of those two filthy Celestial Dragons.

BOOM!!

Wang Shi's Conqueror's Haki-infused fist and Whitebeard's Supreme Grade Sword, Murakumogiri, collided fiercely through the air. Violent black-and-red lightning scattered wildly, the heavens and earth lost their color, and the dark clouds were torn apart.

"The battlefield has undergone a massive change."

"Emperor of Exile and the world's strongest man have clashed head-on!!!"

Morgans's excited voice spread across the entire world through the global broadcast...

BOOM!!!

Whitebeard Newgate gritted his teeth and erupted with power. His long-handled naginata was bent by Wang Shi's savage fist into an exaggerated crescent arc.

"Whitebeard, your era ends here!"

Red light flashed in Wang Shi's eyes as his arm swelled once more. With a punch, he sent the nearly exhausted Whitebeard flying.

"Emperor of Exile sent Whitebeard flying with one punch!!"

Morgans cried out in shock. This was exactly the kind of one-on-one battle he loved; he disliked those large-scale brawls and sieges.

After all, those did not present things clearly enough for those ignorant civilian viewers.

In a one-on-one duel, the stronger one was simply stronger!

It was obvious at a glance!

Wang Shi continued charging toward Whitebeard, freely venting his strength.

The two exchanged dozens of devastating blows, shattering clouds and splitting the earth, reducing everything within a thousand meters to ruins and dust.

"Whitebeard, with this little time you have left, hurry up and leave your last words!"

Wang Shi looked at Whitebeard, who was vomiting blood in great mouthfuls. He felt that a few more punches