Pirate: The Immortal Me Maxed Out Conqueror's Haki First

"Like a little scratch."

Xia Le grinned.

"Your turn!"

Whitebeard laughed.

Then Xia Le threw a punch, sending a shockwave rippling through the air.

"What's wrong, kid? If it hurts, say so! That punch was a lot weaker too!"

Whitebeard taunted him.

"Soon you won't be talking so tough!"

Xia Le shot back.

They traded punch after punch, each impact booming as they mocked the other's blows and condition.

"You're at your limit, aren't you? Fall already, Xia Le!"

"Heh, Whitebeard, your skull isn't as hard as your mouth."

"Gurararara! Too weak."

"Same goes for you, Newgate!"

"..."

The onlookers watched with their hearts in their throats.

"Those two!"

Marco drew a breath, his expression shifting.

They knew that, strong as both men appeared, either could collapse at any moment.

As their injuries mounted, their punches visibly weakened.

Even so, neither would give in. They kept fighting their final showdown, one punch answered by another.

"Every punch lands. This is a battle between men!"

Diamond Jozu clenched his fist.

Time passed. In the blink of an eye, it was the evening of the second day.

Yet the two were still throwing punches, their impacts booming across the island.

Everyone watching felt heartfelt admiration for these two stubborn men and their resolve.

"They're both badly hurt, but they keep going."

"Pops and Xia Le are both unbelievably strong!"

"Their bodies, minds, and wills are far beyond ours!"

Marco said in admiration.

This head-on confrontation tested everything they had.

Time kept passing.

The booms from the island grew less frequent, but another still rang out now and then.

And that meant neither had stopped.

Before long, morning came on the third day.

"Give up, Whitebeard!"

"Your eyes are glazing over!"

Xia Le grinned.

"What a joke. Who do you think I am?"