Whitebeard Jr.? / Redfield's Ambition

Szzzz—!!!

The terrifying force struck Redfield, instantly piercing the front of his coat and throwing off fierce sparks against his Armament Haki.

"Futsu-no-Mitama!!"

The flaming giant roared, its voice like ten thousand people shouting as one. The cry shook the heavens amid rolling waves of heat.

The giant drew a long blade wreathed in explosive dragonfire from its body. Its shape was still recognizably Futsu-no-Mitama.

Whoosh—!!!

No fancy moves. The giant brought down the simplest of slashes, swinging the flame-clad Futsu-no-Mitama straight at Redfield below!

The fierce wind pressure whipped his once-neat hair into disarray, while the intense heat left his clothes stiff and dry.

The strike was too fast.

Redfield had no chance to dodge. An overwhelming pressure locked firmly onto him.

And his Observation Mind Reading had stopped working altogether!!!

"You really are a monster of a brat. I acknowledge your strength!!"

"But... I'm going to become the World's Strongest on my own. I won't fall here!!"

At that moment, the aging Vampire finally cast aside all his pride and readied himself for battle.

Whitebeard Jr.?

The Grand Line.

Paradise.

Cannons thundered as black cannonballs hurtled across the sea.

Their target was a tiny boat barely large enough for two people.

Onboard stood a man.

He was burly and fat, with a white crescent-shaped mustache. From time to time, a few strands of snot emerged from his nostrils and wandered playfully across it.

Golden hair flowed down his back to his feet, with the hair at his temples braided on either side. Stitched-up wounds covered his body, making him look rather like one of Moria's zombies.

His thin legs, wildly out of proportion with his upper body, stood steady on the boat as it pitched with the waves.

It was hard to imagine how legs that thin could