This was his first time experiencing Conqueror's Haki. He murmured, "So strong!"
Still, he looked uneasily at Mu Chen. Whitebeard's Haki carried a berserk force capable of destroying heaven and earth.
Whitebeard, too, stared fixedly at Mu Chen, a trace of fury burning in his eyes. "You brat, you got lucky and won by half a move a few years ago. Today, I'll show you what a true king is!"
Standing at the center of the Haki, Mu Chen looked completely unfazed. He even picked at his ear and said blandly, "Old man Whitebeard, your Conqueror's Haki is still as flashy and impractical as it was years ago."
Before his words had even faded, another burst of Haki erupted around Mu Chen—a crimson Conqueror's Haki.
If Whitebeard's Haki was a raging tsunami, then Mu Chen's was like a mountain of corpses and sea of blood from hell. Mu Chen felt as though this was some contest over who had none, and besides, he and Whitebeard had clashed with Conqueror's Haki before.
The next second, the two waves of Conqueror's Haki collided in the center of the deck with a sound like shattering glass. Centered on the two men, even the air twisted. The rum in the barrels froze into ice out of thin air, then instantly burst into droplets. Even the grain of the deck boards cracked at a visible pace, spreading like spiderwebs toward the railings. As for the distant sea, it surged as though a typhoon had just passed through.
Many pirates aboard the Moby Dick were crushed to their knees by the pressure. This time, even several division commanders were not spared.
Thatch clutched his chest, his face as pale as paper. Lark was nearly sprawled on the ground, his fingers digging into the deck. Even Jozu,