How Can You Look Down on Me Like This

"Are you joking?"

"Brat, your Armament Haki is indeed strong!"

"But under my power, your Armament Haki will be exhausted before long. Then you'll be shattered!"

Whitebeard had immense confidence in his own strength.

And rightly so.

Under normal circumstances, no matter how powerful someone's Armament Haki was, resisting Whitebeard's overwhelming power with it would naturally drain it rapidly. Once their resistance could no longer hold, they would be eroded by the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.

"That's true enough!"

"But unfortunately!"

"You're underestimating me too much, aren't you?"

Roya shook his head.

In an instant.

A fierce burst of Conqueror's Haki erupted from Roya's sharp gaze!

The blood-red Conqueror's Haki surged straight toward Whitebeard. It was obvious that Whitebeard could no longer keep his footing and was forced back several steps.

"Hmph!"

"Conqueror's Haki?"

"You think you can forcefully suppress me with Conqueror's Haki?"

"You're being far too naïve!"

After snorting coldly, Whitebeard immediately strengthened his power and continued suppressing Roya. Clearly, he held Roya's Conqueror's Haki in utter disdain and even felt that victory was already within his grasp.

However.

Just as Roya had said.

Whitebeard had indeed underestimated his strength. After all, Roya had yet to unleash the power of the Tenseigan.

Still.

This time, against Whitebeard, Roya had no intention of using the Tenseigan's power.

To Roya, the Tenseigan was a trump card. More importantly, it consumed an enormous amount of stamina. He also had no intention of killing Whitebeard, not to mention that he had to remain wary of the other two Four Emperors, Kaido and Big Mom.

After all, the only ones who would truly resort to underhanded tricks to kill him were Kaido and Big Mom. Whitebeard had come to Marineford with a very clear purpose: to rescue Ace. His clash with Roya