Pirate: I Loaded the Game Panel

"Pops, I don't see anyone!"

"Neither do I!"

"No unfamiliar faces here either!"

"Gurarara... An invisible Ghost, is it?"

Whitebeard laughed heartily, drew his twelve supreme grade blades Murakumogiri—which had shaken the seas with its renown—and swung it with restrained force toward a previously empty patch of mid-deck air.

A streak of snowy-white blade light flashed from the void, its edge covered in Armament Haki as dense as black jade, faintly shimmering with a cherry-blossom pink hue.

Clang—!!

A metal-clashing sound rang out that could pierce clouds and shatter stone, and a violent shockwave rapidly rippled outward in all directions.

Some of the lower-tier members on the deck of the Moby Dick were knocked back two steps by the suddenly appearing shockwave.

"What person is there!"

"Who is it?!"

"Protect Pops!"

Led by Marco, Vista, and Jozu, several division commanders immediately shouted in stern voices, while the commanders of the other divisions methodically directed the weaker members of the pirate crew to fall back.

Right at that moment, Adrian materialized, Sleeve Snow gripped in his hand, a light sheen of sweat visible on his forehead.

He smiled calmly toward Whitebeard.

"Edward Newgate, the Whitebeard, you truly live up to your title as the World's Strongest Man... If we weren't right here on the deck of the Moby Dick, I imagine I would have already been blasted flying."

For top-tier grand-prize fighters of the great seas like Whitebeard and Roger, being on their own pirate ship meant such a home-field advantage would not grant them an edge at all; instead, it would restrict the full release of their strength.

Especially Whitebeard, who wielded the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit!

If he had unleashed his full might without holding back just now, the Moby Dick probably would have been shaken into pulverized