Whitebeard took one last look at Squard's mangled body. A piercing chill flashed through his eyes, and he sighed. "You foolish son. What am I supposed to say to you?"
He raised his blade and roared, "If you're ready to risk your lives, come with me! We're going to save Ace!"
Sengoku's expression changed. Before Whitebeard's words had even faded, he leaped from the bow. His imposing figure looked like a war god descending to earth. He brandished his blade with one hand, his fighting spirit soaring. Compared with him, the Marines below looked like ants.
Sengoku clenched his fists and glanced at Garp. Garp turned toward him too. Partners for many years, they saw the same worry and unease in each other's eyes.
Sengoku grabbed a Den Den Mushi and shouted, "Everyone, get ready! Whitebeard is on the move! Don't think we've won. That man has the power to destroy the world!"
Whitebeard landed with a thunderous boom. The bluestone beneath him cracked like a Spider Web under the force of his landing.
The nearby Marines went pale and stumbled backward. In moments, an empty circle had formed around Whitebeard.
"Whitebeard!"
Fujitora's eyelids twitched. He could no longer sit still. His wooden clogs tapped slowly across the ground, each step prompting the Marines and pirates around him to move aside.
Fujitora was blind, but no one mistook him for helpless. He moved steadily, walking straight toward Whitebeard.
"Gurararara..."
Whitebeard swept a contemptuous gaze over the Marines. They trembled beneath his cold stare, their faces turning even paler. Many wanted to run, to tear off their uniforms right then. Whitebeard's presence was overwhelming. Before him, they felt as flimsy as paper.
With a wild laugh, Whitebeard slashed. A blinding arc flashed, and a gale hurled hundreds of Marines into the