With Marco no longer standing in his way, Whitebeard seemed to completely let go, picking up Murakumogiri, the Supreme Grade Sword he had not used in over a year.
At that moment, the world's strongest man had returned.
"Brat Ryan, if you want to ascend the throne, you'll have to get past me first!" Whitebeard slashed down, wild Conqueror's Haki Coating his blade.
It was as if Whitebeard had returned to his prime!
"Kamusari!"
Facing that powerful slash, Ryan did not yield in the slightest, countering with Kamusari.
Sword and blade collided in midair, neither able to advance an inch. This was not merely a clash of strength, but a collision between their Conqueror's Haki.
Rumble!
A gale whipped up the waves, spraying the faces of those watching below. Yet none of them even dared blink, staring fixedly at the battle, unwilling to miss a single moment.
"My god! Look at the sky!" someone who had remained conscious shouted at the people beside him.
Everyone looked up and saw that the sky, once covered by clouds, had seemingly been split in two by a single sword strike. Centered on Ryan and Whitebeard, it had cracked apart down the middle.
The sky had split open!
Their single exchange had changed heaven and earth. It was truly terrifying.
Although they appeared evenly matched, a trace of pain appeared on Whitebeard's face instead.
"Whitebeard, it seems you really have grown old," Ryan said with a smile as he looked at Whitebeard's strained expression.
He could tell that Whitebeard's strength was still there, but his bodily functions had inevitably declined. One phrase perfectly described Whitebeard now: willing but unable!
Just like in the original history during the Summit War, when Whitebeard was ambushed from behind by Squard and pierced through the body. Marco had