Aboard the Moby Dick, Marco and the others lounged around as though they were on vacation.
Even knowing that Totto Land was about to descend—or had already descended—into utter chaos, they did not care in the slightest.
All that sense of security came from the man sitting in his personal chair, drinking.
His narrow eyes looked as though he were dozing or staring into space, but his imposing presence was almost tangible.
Under the sailors' guidance, the Moby Dick sailed slowly toward Totto Land.
Just then, a powerful burst of Conqueror's Haki erupted in the distance.
Sensing that presence, Marco and the others instantly lost their carefree expressions.
"Pops! It's Conqueror's Haki!"
Marco's expression turned grave. This Conqueror's Haki was powerful!
Whitebeard narrowed his eyes.
"Gurararara! Looks like a welcoming ceremony!
Wonder who it is."
The moment he finished speaking, an overwhelmingly domineering presence awakened within Whitebeard without warning.
"Pops?"
Marco and the others stared at Whitebeard in astonishment.
They had not expected Whitebeard to act immediately.
Was this person really that strong?
"Marco, head straight over there!
Pick up the pace!
Gurararara!"
Whitebeard threw back his head and laughed. He had sensed an intense fighting spirit within that Conqueror's Haki.
It had been a long time since he had met someone so interesting.
Someone who dared to challenge him!
Sensing the Conqueror's Haki suddenly rising in the distance, Randall ran his tongue over his back teeth.
Its intensity made him tremble with excitement.
Hurry up and come, Whitebeard!
An hour passed quickly, and a fluttering flag appeared without warning on the distant horizon where sea met sky.
Soon, the entire Moby Dick came into Randall's view.
On board, Marco held up a telescope and looked ahead.
"Pops, that man looks like a Marine!"
He cried out in surprise.
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