Whitebeard's Longing and Wild Ecstasy!

Chen Ye's words were like a nuclear bomb dropped into a dead sea.

They shocked Whitebeard once again!

The deathly silence on the deck reached its peak at that moment.

Marco's body had long since stiffened like stone. His mouth hung open, his hands clutched his head, yet he could not make a sound. The overwhelming impact of Chen Ye's words had left his mind completely blank.

Summon Pops from his Peak Period?

Have that legendary man, who could contend with Pirate King Roger, descend upon the battlefield in person?

This was no longer a battle plan.

This was an act defying the heavens!

No one could possibly believe it!

It was a madness no sane human being would ever dare imagine!

Yet even more terrifying than Marco's shock was Whitebeard's own reaction.

The mountain-like body began to tremble violently the instant Chen Ye finished speaking.

It was not anger, nor was it fear.

It was an emotion called "excitement," suppressed for decades and nearly forgotten, erupting from the deepest depths of his aged soul like a volcanic explosion!

Crack—!

The Supreme Grade Sword Murakumogiri, tightly gripped in his hand, had unconsciously been coated in Armament Haki!

His Peak Period?

That was the true man hailed as the World's Strongest Man!

And now!

That thought, that image, that possibility!

Like a thunderbolt tearing through heaven and earth, it viciously split open the heart of a Sea Emperor that had long been shrouded in illness and the twilight of life!

He had already prepared himself for death.

He had long accepted the tragic fate of using this battered body to carve out one final path of survival for his sons.

But now!

This youngest son, whom he had only just acknowledged, stood before him and told him in an unquestionable tone—

Pops, you don't need to die.

Not only did he not need to die, he could return to the past and let the world experience the terrifying power of Peak Whitebeard once more!

This...

What an immense temptation!

Who?

Who could possibly remain calm?!

"Guh..."

He Slowly, slowly raised his head.

Within those clouded eyes burned two clusters of Golden Flames powerful enough to Burn the Heavens!

He stared fixedly at Chen Ye, his gaze seeming to pierce straight through Chen Ye's soul!

He needed confirmation!

Confirmation that this brat was not joking with him!

That he was not using some illusory promise to toy with an old man on the verge of death, with one foot already in the grave!

Under Whitebeard's scrutinizing gaze, Chen Ye did not retreat in the slightest.

His eyes remained clear, composed, and filled with absolute confidence.

That confidence completely ignited the last trace of doubt in Whitebeard's heart!

"Gura..."

"Gurarara..."

"Gurarararararararara!"

The laughter he had suppressed for so long finally burst free from the restraints of his throat without reservation, transforming into a bold, wild laugh that echoed through the skies!

Boom!!!

The power contained within that laughter was utterly terrifying!

Centered on the Moby Dick, the invisible vibrations generated by that laughter forcibly pressed the sea within several thousand meters down by several meters!

The entire ocean trembled and submitted beneath this Sea Emperor's wild ecstasy!

Marco was blasted backward again and again by the shockwave. He stared in horror at Pops, who was laughing without restraint.

It had been... far, far too long since he had heard Pops laugh so wholeheartedly, with such vitality!

This was not the Whitebeard burdened by the entire Pirate Crew, walking with heavy steps.

This was Edward Newgate, who had once looked down upon the world, regarded the World Government as nothing, and possessed boundless heroic spirit!

"Good!"

"Well said! My son!"

Whitebeard slammed Murakumogiri heavily into the deck. His fists, each larger than a casserole, clenched fiercely, his knuckles cracking like popping beans!

"Let Peak Me take part in this war!"

"Gurarararara! Is there any plan more exhilarating than this?!"

His enormous body leaned forward slightly, his massive shadow completely swallowing Chen Ye. That aura of one who would Reign Over the World made Marco feel as though his Pops had returned.

But Whitebeard suppressed the Avalanche and Tsunami-like Excitement in his heart. His voice became incomparably deep and solemn as he asked each word distinctly.

"Interesting brat!"

"Then, to make this miracle happen..."

"How do you need me to help you?"

It was here!

Chen Ye's heart tightened. He knew the most crucial step had arrived.

Facing Whitebeard's Gaze of Endless Expectation and Trust, he did not hesitate in the slightest.

"Very simple."

At that moment, Chen Ye's eyes became incomparably fiery. What burned within them was a flame called Fighting Spirit, one that did not lose to Whitebeard's in the slightest!

"My ability requires enormous energy as its foundation. Mimicking the power you leak out raises the progress far too slowly, and it's far too mixed."

"I need more of your energy, and a purer degree of analysis!"

He stepped forward, raised his hand, and pointed toward Whitebeard's chest from afar. His voice became firm and resonant.

"I need..."

"You to actively release your power, so I can conduct the most direct and deepest analysis!"

"I need... your Power Data!"