After eating two Devil Fruits, Blackbeard went toe-to-toe with Whitebeard. Their fight was every bit as fierce as the clash between War Wolf and Dragon.
Whitebeard's punch drove Blackbeard back several steps, but Blackbeard laughed scornfully and charged straight in again. The two traded punches and kicks in a furious exchange.
Each time Blackbeard was forced back, he counterattacked at once. Enormous magma fists kept appearing in midair, and every collision sent molten rock spraying in all directions. The nearby marines suffered terribly. A single splash on their bodies was sheer agony; even solid stone melted under the magma, let alone flesh and blood.
Blackbeard fought like a crazed beast, but Whitebeard held the upper hand from start to finish. Even when other members of the Blackbeard Pirates joined the fight, they could not put Whitebeard on the defensive.
"Die, Whitebeard!"
Pizarro raised a rocket launcher and fired at Whitebeard. Just as Whitebeard turned, Lafitte gave a cold chuckle and lunged, thrusting his long sword toward Whitebeard's heart.
They struck from the front and rear at the same time. Whitebeard calmly tossed his blade into the air, clenched both fists, and punched forward and back. Boom! A thunderous blast erupted, and it was as though an enormous shield had formed around him.
Lafitte's sword and Pizarro's shell both stopped short of Whitebeard's body. "Gurararara!" Whitebeard laughed and put more force into his fists. The air around him cracked and burst, and a tremendous force surged outward like a flood through a broken dam, hurling both sword and shell away.
Bang!
Whitebeard had barely begun to catch his breath when a gunshot rang out in the distance. Supersonic Van Augur had fired.
The bullet shot from the barrel in a flash of flame and streaked toward Whitebeard's back like a meteor.