This towering behemoth looked down upon all living beings.
Even Whitebeard could vaguely feel the immense pressure.
He raised his head, only to see an enormous shadow enveloping him.
Those watching the Live Broadcast could see its full form more clearly.
Such an enormous size was itself a symbol of absolute power and intimidation.
Whitebeard looked utterly tiny. The stark contrast between them inevitably stirred unease.
The power Mobius displayed was truly horrifying.
Mobius had no intention of chatting with Whitebeard.
This move consumed a considerable amount of his stamina.
His icy serpentine eyes remained fixed on Whitebeard.
He held no respect for Whitebeard.
As the Son of Hades, he had little reverence for any of the powerful pirates on the seas.
It had nothing to do with strength. They stood on entirely different levels.
A pirate was ultimately just a pirate.
So what if Whitebeard was strong?
He had never believed he would lose.
"I'll finish you off for good."
Mobius murmured softly, his voice audible only to himself.
"Black Bodhisattva: Palm strike!"
Boom!
One of the Black Bodhisattva's arms suddenly descended, too fast for the naked eye to follow, its astonishing speed carrying terrifying force and momentum.
An enormous, elongated hand chopped straight down like a blade.
Every tendon exerted its strength, their combined burst of speed surpassing even the limits of human reaction.
Whitebeard reacted in the nick of time, leaping forcefully into the sky.
The next instant, a gigantic palm appeared where Whitebeard had been standing.
Its terrifying explosive force unleashed a truly monstrous amount of power.
The knife-hand sank deep into the ground, splitting the earth apart and inflicting severe damage on the entire Island.
Cold sweat had already broken out on Whitebeard's brow.
The speed of this attack was completely at odds with that