Mobius's heart was ice-cold. He was ruthless toward others, and just as ruthless toward himself.
Even at a time like this, his resolve did not waver.
Terrifying as this attack was, it was not enough to defeat him in a single blow.
Facing the crushing pressure of space and the terrifying power of vibrations, his mind raced as he controlled his body as best he could.
As long as he could release his black tendons, he could drive Whitebeard back and earn a chance to breathe.
His body trembled as he struggled without cease.
Whitebeard took in Mobius's condition.
He knew just how terrifying his attack was, yet Mobius had not lost the ability to fight.
After finally seizing an opportunity like this, how could Whitebeard let it slip away so easily?
He had to strike while the iron was hot and defeat Mobius once and for all.
Whitebeard gave Mobius no chance to catch his breath.
After that attack, he seized Mobius by the neck with his left hand.
Combining his vibration power with his Vibration Force Field, he held Mobius's body firmly in place.
With Mobius's abilities and speed, even the slightest opening would let him break free of Whitebeard's grasp.
Meanwhile, Mobius was secretly adapting to Whitebeard's Vibration Force Field.
Mobius had spent a long time training in a terrifying gravity field.
For now, the Vibration Force Field could restrain his body.
Given a little time, he would be able to move within it, and even use his abilities.
He would no longer find himself immobilized and unable to fight back.
The next time Whitebeard tried to catch Mobius, it would not be so easy.
Although the tide seemed to be turning in Whitebeard's favor, Whitebeard himself could not hold out much longer in his current condition.