Taking advantage of the brief lull, Whitebeard asked quietly, "What do you call that move?"
"How about Cosmic Descent? Packs a punch, doesn't it?" Loa grinned, battle lust burning in his eyes. "Do you still think I can't handle you in a head-on fight?"
"Gurararara! I'll admit you've become a threat to me! But you're still a long way from beating me, brat!" Whitebeard threw back his head and laughed. Then he stepped forward and stood straight. His injuries were still severe, but so what?
Compete with Loa's recovery?
In the few seconds they had spent talking, dark purple flesh had already begun to grow over that hand. Bone fragments had fitted themselves back together, and the fractures had healed completely! If Whitebeard waited any longer, Loa would soon be whole again. He couldn't afford to drag this out!
Whitebeard crouched slightly to steady himself, then crossed his nearly broken arms before his chest, gathering a terrifying Vibration. In a fight to the death, there was no reason to hold back!
And so—
Air Quake!
Crack!
The air shook, and cracks appeared! But this time, the attack Loa had expected did not fall on him. It struck Whitebeard himself.
Is he killing himself?
Loa frowned, then his eyes flew wide.
No!
That's not it!
He was a Vibration man. This kind of Vibration couldn't hurt him!
Then...
“Not even Roger forced me to use this move back then. But you have! Take pride in that, brat!” A White Light emerged around Whitebeard. It was Vibration compressed to its limit, forming a terrifying halo.
When Whitebeard attacked with his Naginata, the ball of vibrating light around its blade could tear through the sky. Now he had made his own body the blade, wrapping himself in vibration compressed to its limit!
"This