A Father Has Every Right to Beat His Son

Oak's slap struck Ace across the face, instantly scattering the flames around him and sending him crashing uncontrollably downward.

"Boom~"

He slammed straight into the street below, shattering the stone pavement on impact and leaving a depression several meters wide beneath him.

"Clap, clap~"

Oak dusted off his hands and landed after him, his gaze sweeping over the depression.

Ace lay there silently, completely dazed, his head buzzing and half his face swollen like a pighead.

"How could..."

It took him a long while to come to his senses. The pain in his face made him frown deeply as he sucked in sharp breaths.

"He actually took me down with one palm strike..."

He looked up at Oak, who stood above him looking down. His eyes were filled with shock. He had actually failed to withstand even a single strike from this man.

Who was he?

At that moment, Ace had never wanted more desperately to know this man's identity.

After all, he was the commander of Whitebeard's Second Division, not some insignificant nobody. Sitting in that position meant he possessed the strength worthy of it. Within the entire Whitebeard Pirates, aside from Whitebeard himself, no one dared claim they could defeat him with absolute certainty, much less defeat him so easily.

He was confident that even against an Admiral, praised as the World Government's greatest military power, he could fight for some time. Yet he could not withstand a single palm strike from this man. It was difficult for him to accept, and his proud self-esteem had taken a blow.

"Damn it!"

He instantly flipped to his feet.

"Heat Haze!"

A scorching pillar of fire shot from his palm, unleashing a fiery shockwave at Oak. Compared to Fire Fist, this move was more concentrated, and the flames poured forth