The Might of the Change-Change Fruit!

Whoosh!

There was no violent explosion, nor did it cause much of a commotion. Yet a bead of cold sweat appeared on Whitebeard's face. His prized naginata had been cleanly severed in the middle. Half of the blade fell to the ground with a crisp clang. The break was incredibly neat, as smooth as tofu sliced by a sharp kitchen knife. In that previous slash, whether it was the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit or the hardness of iron, all cause and effect had been twisted, leaving them even more fragile than tofu before being cut in two.

Everyone was dumbfounded. The Whitebeard Pirates, in particular, wore expressions of utter disbelief. Their old man—the old man who had emerged victorious from countless battles—had actually had his weapon cut apart. What was going on? The opponent looked like no more than a youth in his twenties. Even if he had begun training in the womb, he could not possibly possess such terrifying strength.

"Good, good! The Change-Change Fruit... Is this the power of the Change-Change Fruit? It can even erase the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. It's very similar to the Dark-Dark Fruit, but unlike the Dark-Dark Fruit, the Change-Change Fruit possesses tremendous offensive power. If I could obtain both the Dark-Dark Fruit and the Change-Change Fruit, even Whitebeard would be easy to defeat!" Blackbeard, hidden among the crowd, finally came back to his senses. His face had flushed bright red. He wanted nothing more than to rush up and boil Mirai alive before eating him. The Change-Change Fruit's power was simply too alluring. It could alter the causality of all things. In some respects, the Change-Change Fruit was even more formidable than the Dark-Dark Fruit—and it was the Dark-Dark Fruit's only nemesis.

"The captain's strength is becoming harder and harder