Fight? He certainly didn't dare.
Whitebeard was confident, not arrogant. His body was terribly weak now, but his judgment remained sharp. He knew Loa was right: Koshiro had come to balance their fighting strength.
Several people here were beyond Whitebeard's ability to gauge. The One Piece World didn't follow the path of Xuanhuan cultivation, with supernatural senses to probe someone's level, but a veteran fighter's instinct for danger was still keen.
Four people here stood at the very peak: Loa, Crocodile, Fleet Admiral Aokiji, and Koshiro!
Unfortunately, Whitebeard realized he didn't even rank fifth!
After assigning tasks and handing out the SP-10, Loa exchanged a glance with Simon and coughed. "Ahem. Everyone, go get ready. This is your last chance to rest, so make it count!"
"Also, Fleet Admiral Sengoku, Fleet Admiral Aokiji, Vice Admiral Garp, Vice Admiral Tsuru, Dragon, Koshiro, Whitebeard, and Shanks—please stay a moment."
The others gave Loa curious looks but thought little of it. Their strength might be close, but only a few could lead the teams. Plenty of people couldn't. Mihawk, for instance, gave Koshiro a look full of fighting spirit before turning to leave.
"You kept us here because there's trouble, Loa?"
Sengoku counted the people and frowned slightly. Those Loa had called back were the leaders of their South Blue and North Blue forces. Had something changed?
But Loa shook his head. "Not trouble. I've prepared a secret weapon for you!"
Loa glanced at Simon, who nodded and lifted onto the table a case that should have held the SP-10.
"There's only so much SP-10. Even with help from this world's World Government, we can't give one to everyone. But this can be used on anyone."
Clang!
Loa pulled out a bizarre Bone Greatsword. Intricate Inscription covered its metal blade. An upside-down skull