At this very moment, in Whitebeard's eyes, the ghost brat opposite him was a completely alternative existence across the sea.
Even in this New World that revered battle and hot-blooded passion, as well as fury and slaughter.
The way battles occurred between pirates was usually resolved solely with blades, guns, swords, and cannons, and they rarely resorted to other abilities.
Even the governor of the Flying Pirates back then, Golden Lion Shiki, rarely engaged in combat with others using solely his Float-Float Fruit abilities.
Most of the time, Shiki still used his swordplay, along with various "Lion Cut" techniques fused with his Fruit abilities, to meet the enemy.
As for the ghost brat opposite him, aside from using a single slash during their initial clash at the start, he was simply utilizing his unique ghost abilities to fight!
In particular, that eerie, grayish-blue energy didn't have low damage either!
Having endured such a prolonged, storm-like concentrated barrage, no matter how tough Whitebeard's physique was, he inevitably found it somewhat difficult to take at this moment.
"Come to think of it, these guys who can fly are really quite annoying!"
"Faced with a junior like this, I actually have to pull out my true trump card. I wonder if those guys would laugh at me if they found out."
Whitebeard gave up the idea of closing the distance with that ghost brat in midair and dropped straight down to the earth, smashing out a huge circular crater.
The next moment, he planted the Supreme Grade Sword Murakumogiri in his hands into the ground, raised both hands, and spread his ten fingers into a claw-like shape, fiercely "grabbing" the very existence of space as if tearing apart a curtain.
Whitebeard suddenly pulled his hands downward, and the air and scenery facing him