The sea suddenly fell eerily still. Whitebeard's cloak billowed without any wind, and his Conqueror's Haki formed a nearly tangible white vortex around him.
For the first time, he studied the young Admiral seriously. He sensed a terrifying aura from those mismatched eyes.
"Gurararara! Interesting brat. But justice isn't something you prove with words. Let's see what you're made of!"
Whitebeard suddenly burst out laughing, a glimmer of approval flashing in his eyes.
Whitebeard slammed Murakumogiri into the ground, and the entire stretch of sea began to boil.
Mu Chen's wine cup suddenly floated in midair. He slowly rose, his Blood Sharingan glowing an eerie red.
"Exactly what I had in mind." The white vortex around Whitebeard grew denser. His nearly tangible Conqueror's Haki sent waves dozens of meters high surging across the sea.
On the deck of the Moby Dick, the Whitebeard Pirates activated their Armament Haki. Even Jozu, renowned for his defense, wore a grave expression.
"Pops' Conqueror's Haki is so strong!"
It had been a long time since they had last felt their Pops' Conqueror's Haki.
Mu Chen stood on the Marine warship's lookout platform. Dark red Conqueror's Haki erupted from his body like flames, colliding with Whitebeard's white Haki in the air a moment later and forming an eerie dividing line.
The two starkly different auras of Conqueror's Haki tore at each other. The entire sky was instantly stained red and white, and the clouds churned violently under the immense pressure.
"What?"
"How can Blood Eyes' Conqueror's Haki be this strong?"
Marco looked utterly stunned. He had heard that Mu Chen possessed Conqueror's Haki, but he had never expected it to be so powerful at such a young age!
"Gurararara! Hahaha! Good, good, good!"
Whitebeard repeated his praise three times, the approval in his eyes deepening.