Whitebeard knew it himself.
If this went on, he wouldn't last.
If he couldn't hurt Mobius, everything he did would be wasted effort.
He panted, his whole body seeming to cry out as exhaustion washed over him.
He was too tired. His body was bearing an enormous burden.
Mobius fought in a way utterly unlike anyone else on the seas, and Whitebeard simply couldn't adapt.
Being led around by the nose felt as though a mountain were pressing down on him.
Even he couldn't endure a fight like this.
He couldn't let it go on.
Mobius couldn't dodge Conqueror's Haki.
Now, that was his only option.
He would hurt himself almost as much as his enemy.
Whitebeard's eyes widened, his scarlet gaze radiating terrifying force.
A stabbing pain shot through his head.
It felt as though his skull were about to split open.
Dazzling red arcs erupted from Whitebeard's body and raced toward Mobius like a blood-colored python flecked with silver light.
Every hair on Mobius's body stood on end. Once again, he sensed a powerful threat.
His Conqueror's Haki burst forth in an instant, enough to counter the suppressive effect Whitebeard's will had on his Devil Fruit powers.
Deep in his eyes, he had already seen the future.
Mobius knew he couldn't dodge this attack.
Whitebeard's will had locked onto him.
Once it struck, the terrifying force of the tremors would seize control of his body completely.
Mobius had already seen Whitebeard's mighty fist land on him.
Having seen that future and knowing he couldn't evade it, Mobius stayed where he was.
Before Whitebeard's attack could hit him,
countless Black Tendons erupted from Mobius's back and formed a massive black cocoon.
They wrapped his body in layer after layer.
That was how he seized the initiative. Through Future Sight,