Whitebeard's Fury

The old man looked around in panic. It was pitch-black, and he had no idea where he was, but his instincts told him this was no good place.

"Where did you bring me?"

"My turf. Welcome!"

Moyun's eyes widened as he smiled at the old man. At last, it was his turn to show what he could do. Let this old bastard experience what it meant to be utterly helpless!

"How could you possibly create a space of your own?!"

The old man was both shocked and afraid. This brat had actually reached such a level—what terrifying talent.

"If you can do it, why can't I?"

Moyun crossed his arms over his chest. He was completely relaxed now. He would have a proper fight with this old man and hoped that, by the time he got out, Palo would have already dealt with the Dreamscape.

"But aren't you a Chaos Fruit user? How exactly did you do this?"

The old man frowned at Moyun. He found it hard to believe that the Chaos Fruit could achieve something like this.

He even wanted to report Moyun to the Marines himself.

"Aren't you supposed to know everything? Why don't you guess how I did it?"

Moyun was still fairly clear-headed. He had always focused on training his Observation Haki, so he had not displayed much of his power.

At present, the old man only knew that he was a Chaos Fruit user who could teleport. Nothing else.

The old man racked his brains, but who knew whether Moyun was just messing with him?

Taking advantage of Moyun's apparent lack of guard, the old man extended his claws and lunged at him, faint purple light glowing around his hand.

Yet before the old man could touch Moyun, his foot slipped, and he fell