"After fighting for so long, you should have calmed down a little, shouldn't you?"
Dawn slowly floated before Whitebeard. Kikoku hung low in his hand, while the dark currents around him showed no sign of receding, still firmly suppressing the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power.
If he kept fighting to the death, he was indeed confident he could completely finish off the aged and weakened strongest man in the world before him.
But he had to consider Whitebeard's final desperate counterattack. A powerhouse of Whitebeard's level, even at the end of his rope, could still make him pay a terrible price with one last blow.
What was more, the World Government's God's Knights were undoubtedly lurking in the shadows, watching like tigers.
He could not let his condition decline too much. Otherwise, if the God's Knights used their magic circle to summon other members—or even the Five Elders—then in his weakened state, he would undoubtedly die.
After five days and five nights of brutal battle at their peak, only half of his Haki and stamina remained.
This incident had been a conspiracy orchestrated by the World Government from the beginning. Dawn did not believe they would obediently remain in Mary Geoise instead of coming to the site of this Emperor-level battle to wait and reap the rewards.
With that thought, Dawn raised a hand and released a horizontal Gravity Field. It appeared gentle, yet carried an irresistible force as it slowly pushed the utterly exhausted Whitebeard toward the Moby Dick.
At his peak, Whitebeard could naturally have broken free of this Gravity Field with ease. But now, every muscle in his body screamed in protest. He was only forcing himself onward through sheer unwillingness to yield and had no strength left to resist.
His body flew toward the Moby Dick's deck like