Whitebeard's Calculations

Bang!

A dull impact echoed across the deck.

Caught within the overwhelming Conqueror's Haki, Alans slammed both hands heavily onto the deck to support his body.

The difficulty breathing made Alans's face flush crimson.

At this rate, in just a few more seconds, he would be forcibly knocked unconscious from lack of oxygen by the Conqueror's Haki.

As the self-proclaimed rookie king of the North Blue, Alans had always thought highly of himself. When had he ever experienced something like this?

He had not even encountered it when joining the Red Hair Pirates.

"Y-You can't kill me, or our captain will never let this go!" Alans struggled to raise his head and forced those words through clenched teeth.

This was his first mission since entering the New World.

He did not want to be buried here before he had even made a name for himself in the New World.

"Hmph, you arrogant brat. Even if your captain were here, he wouldn't dare speak to me like that. I'll give you a small lesson today. If he wants to meddle, let him come himself!" Whitebeard roared.

With a fierce backhand swing, a sharp tearing sound filled the air, accompanied by a powerful shockwave.

Boom!

The invisible blast charged straight at Alans with crushing force.

Amid a dull collision, Alans was flung away like a sandbag.

The immense impact sent him flying hundreds of meters away.

He crashed headfirst into the sea.

"Captain Alans!"

On the pirate ship docked nearby, the crew members' expressions changed drastically when they witnessed this.

They had thought that, as representatives of one of the Four Emperors, Red-Haired Shanks, delivering a letter to the Whitebeard Pirates would surely earn them a warm reception.

For a pirate crew that had just entered the New World, this should have