Boom!
Thunder rumbled through the sky. The clouds that had been torn apart had somehow already closed up, and the torrential rain sent the dust filling the air crashing back to the ground.
On Porto Bazilata Island, the area where Lyliana and Whitebeard had fought had been shattered beyond recognition. On Whitebeard's side, only the patch of ground beneath his feet remained intact.
Seawater poured into the fractured parts of the island, while the downpour from above seemed like a river from the heavens flooding downward.
"Gurarararara, young people these days really are something.
Looks like the ship's doctor is going to scold me again."
Whitebeard could see the shadows of many people in Lyliana, including his old rival Roger and those people from Rocks's crew.
Whitebeard trusted his own judgment. Lyliana definitely had some kind of connection to them.
"But I'm Whitebeard!"
Boom!
With one heavy stomp, the last stone pillar in that area collapsed with a crash.
Whitebeard could not determine her exact age, but although Lyliana was tall, her face still carried a trace of immaturity. She looked no older than twenty.
He had earned the title of monster when he was twenty as well, but he had not reached this level.
Perhaps it had started as a dispute over pride, but now it had become a battle between powerful fighters.
Even Whitebeard placed great importance on a battle of this level.
The battle continued. If the two truly wanted to fight to the death, it would likely take more than a day. Determining victory or defeat would take even longer. This was not a fight that could end in a few exchanges.
Yet Whitebeard and Lyliana were both thinking about the same thing. Having fought this far, it was about time to stop.
If Whitebeard had