A cold smile crossed Mobius's face as he looked at the battered Whitebeard.
Using Black Bodhisattva did not drain much of his stamina.
After all, he had only attacked five times.
Each attack, unleashing countless Black Tendons at once, consumed a great deal of stamina.
But Mobius could bear it easily.
With his insight, he could tell how Whitebeard's move worked.
It was terrifying, but its drawback was all too obvious.
He had used his spirit to bear the tremendous force of the tremors.
The strain was so great that one misstep could kill him.
Not by destroying his body, but by killing his brain.
Even for Whitebeard, unleashing his full tremor power without damaging his brain
was a stroke of extraordinary luck.
And Mobius had only been caught by that surge of Conqueror's Haki because he had let his guard down.
While he devoted most of his attention to controlling Black Bodhisattva,
Mobius himself became its greatest weakness.
But that was easily fixed. He could hide inside Black Bodhisattva instead of exposing himself.
Still, Whitebeard had caught him off guard.
He had to admit how frightening that move was.
Conqueror's Haki taken to its limit could suppress a Fruit Ability.
On its own, though, Mobius could handle that.
His spirit had already reached the highest ranks of the sea.
Building Ten Thousand Serpents and spending ten years on the Voyage of the Four Seas
had long since honed his spirit to its peak.
He stood only one step away from the level of Golden Lion Shiki and the Whitebeard of today.
That did not trouble him.
He had been born to greatness, destined to stand at the pinnacle of the sea.
As Hades's son, he had surpassed countless people from the moment he was born.
His true goals were