Loken had spent thirty years pouring his heart and soul into forging the Dragon-Slaying Sword from an unknown ore, and even then, he had barely managed to make it!
Yes, barely!
When Loa first examined the sword, he discovered that it was still an unfinished Dragon-Slaying Greatsword!
It was like a car with a finished exterior but no engine or seats inside—a showpiece and nothing more. Yet even so, the hardness of that outer shell was absurd!
Seastone was like soft tofu before it, sliced apart with ease!
That hardness alone had blocked most of Whitebeard's slash and tremor. Less than a tenth of the attack had actually reached Loa!
Had Loa taken the full force of that blow, even he would have fallen!
No matter how powerful his Dragon Body was, it could never have withstood that astonishing strike, infused with the tremor Whitebeard had honed over his entire life!
That was why Loa found it such a shame!
As though fate itself had arranged it, the lingering momentum of his Dragon Slayer Martial Arts technique had brought the Dragon-Slaying Sword in front of him. At that exact moment, Whitebeard had unleashed his strongest attack.
Somewhere beyond sight, it had all been decided!
On the battlefield, the two stared at each other in silence. After that strike, every trace of vitality within Whitebeard had been extinguished. Even with SP-11's Life Force nourishing him again and again, his body could not help reverting to its aged state.
"You're good, Ghost! No one has ever left a wound on my back before. You're the first!"
Age spots had reappeared on Whitebeard's face. A wistful look crossed it as he shook his head. "And you did it while I was at my peak. That makes it all the more impressive! But..."
Suddenly,