"Everyone, follow Pops! Charge!"
"Bring Ace back!"
Watching Whitebeard lead the Pirates forward, Marco sighed to himself.
Pops really had grown old. In the past, he could have easily dodged any sneak attack! Over the years, how many enemies had disguised themselves as his sons to assassinate him?
But now, he could not even dodge Squard's attack. He could only take it head-on.
That aging body had sheltered his children from so many storms that they had believed Pops would always be the strongest. Before they even noticed, Whitebeard had reached his limit.
Even so, Whitebeard dragged his spent body onward into battle.
For his family!
Marco shot Squard another glare and said calmly, "Don't sit there like a useless lump! Ace's father may have been your enemy, but Ace is still our brother. He's Pops's son!"
With that, Marco spread his wings and quickly followed.
Squard gritted his teeth, wiped away his tears, and picked up the long blade stained with Pops's blood.
"Maelstrom Spider Pirates! Charge with me!"
"That old toad Sengoku is as underhanded as ever." Loa shook his head as he watched the familiar yet strangely different Paramount War below.
"How long are you going to keep watching? It's only a matter of time before Whitebeard gets killed, isn't it?"
Robin had a sharp eye. As soon as Squard's sneak attack landed, she had concluded that Whitebeard's body was failing.
Even after displaying enough power to tear the earth apart, he could not stand against the formidable Marines.
Loa had said he wanted a fair fight with Whitebeard. But from the look of things, wasn't he just waiting to pick off an easy target?
"Don't rush! Look, Kizaru's heading back!"
Robin looked down. Sure enough, Kizaru had finally escaped the encirclement of Loa's doubles. None of