Another crack rang out. This time, it was not just the air that fractured. A crack also appeared in the patch of Little White's scales where Whitebeard had struck him.
But the moment Whitebeard broke through those scales, a tremendous force sent him flying backward.
Even so, Whitebeard landed firmly on his feet. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
The spectators, who had been watching noisily, fell silent.
Lin Mo stared at the cracked scale on Little White's body and frowned.
Kaku asked worriedly, "Captain, is Little White all right?"
"Damn it!" Enel snapped. "Whitebeard actually cracked Little White's scales! Captain, are you going to let that slide?"
Lin Mo ignored Enel and turned his gaze to Whitebeard. The man still looked at ease, but Lin Mo could tell he had suffered some internal injury. Whitebeard's health had not been good to begin with. If they kept fighting and neither yielded, they could both end up badly hurt.
Lin Mo had never expected this, but now it was clear that Little White not only had astonishing defenses; if someone broke through them, the attacker would suffer a powerful backlash.
In other words, anyone who wanted to hurt Little White had to be prepared to take a heavy blow themselves.
Little White had never felt pain before. When his scale cracked, he felt it for the first time.
He did not like it. At first, he had thought his regenerative ability would heal the damage quickly.
But although the cracked scale was visibly healing, the process was slow. If his opponent seized the chance to keep striking that weakened spot, Little White would be in trouble. Of course, that assumed his opponent was strong enough to hit it despite every obstacle.
Whitebeard gripped Murakumogiri and looked up at Little White