The Whitebeard Pirates were clearly at a disadvantage under the combined pressure of the Flying Pirates and the Pluton Pirates.
But as the patriarch of his crew, Whitebeard could not afford to lose his imposing presence.
"Gurararara! Boy, let me see if you're strong enough to inherit leadership of the Pluton Pirates."
Whitebeard grinned broadly and stepped forward.
He planted the handle of his Young Saber in the ground, leaving it standing upright.
With his right hand freed, Whitebeard clenched his fist.
The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit erupted, wrapping his fist in a white halo.
The air seemed to fall silent all at once.
"Golden Lion" Shiki and the others watched as though awaiting a good show, wondering how the Pluton Pirates would respond.
Although Whitebeard was not taking this seriously, the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's immense destructive power would sweep through a vast area behind the Pluton Pirates if no one stopped him.
It would be razed to the ground.
If Whitebeard got serious, he could destroy the entire island.
This was the terrifying destructive power that made countless people wary of Whitebeard.
A power that could overturn the seas and destroy everything.
Anyone could sense the power contained in that punch.
Those with considerable strength felt their bodies instinctively go on alert.
At the sight of Whitebeard's movements.
The expressions of the Pluton Pirates changed.
"Angel of Slaughter" Shura drew his longsword.
Shuten-doji raised his sake gourd.
Tyr even stepped forward.
Then a hand stopped him from advancing.
"Leave it to me," Kasa said calmly, though excitement burned inside him. An opportunity like this was exceedingly rare for him.
Elsewhere.
"Aren't you worried, Hades? This is Whitebeard we're talking about."
Redfield elegantly sipped his wine. Like Hades, he was watching the situation on Paros Island.
"It's fine. Trust his