Whitebeard's gaze burned as he watched Jin An lead his army in harvesting the battlefield in the distance, a bold smile curling across his lips.
He slowly raised his thick arm, his joints flexing softly in the air. His muscles swelled, like a slumbering beast about to awaken.
"Jin An's kid did well,"
His voice was deep and resounding, filled with pride and battle intent.
"Then I can't fall behind either!"
He stomped both feet down fiercely. The earth cracked apart in an instant, the hard ground collapsing inch by inch. Shockwaves rolled outward from him, shattering the boulders around him.
He drew a deep breath. His powerful chest rose and fell, while the muscles in his shoulders tensed like coiled dragons, ready to strike.
The next moment, his hands slammed together. Veins bulged across his pillar-like arms, surging with world-destroying power.
The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit gathered wildly. The air began to warp, and even the light was torn apart by the violent vibrations. The surrounding soldiers stared at the scene in terror, instinctively retreating several steps as their hearts raced and cold sweat trickled down their temples.
"Crack—crack—!"
A piercing sound of breaking rang out, as though heaven and earth themselves were groaning. Space shattered like a mirror, and fine cracks spread from Whitebeard's fists, extending into every corner of the battlefield.
Those cracks were like invisible venomous snakes, greedily devouring everything. The entire space shook violently, and even the distant ocean was whipped into towering waves.
Immediately afterward, an indescribable shockwave swept across the battlefield. The ground heaved violently like waves, countless soldiers were sent flying, and steel warships let out strained groans as their decks split apart inch by inch.
Even the clouds in the sky were torn to pieces, leaving the sunlight itself looking