Every trace of dismissiveness vanished from Whitebeard's face, replaced by unprecedented gravity.
"Looks like this fight will give me a chance to warm up."
Whitebeard narrowed his eyes as he spoke.
"Heh, Whitebeard, you'd better stay right here.
Otherwise, you might end up all alone."
Randall gave a cold laugh.
"Damn it, Pops, we're not that fragile!
Don't believe his big talk!"
Marco and the others burned with fury at being so thoroughly underestimated.
Whitebeard's expression darkened. "I'd like to see how you lay a hand on my sons right in front of me."
Then, without another word, he launched a furious assault first.
For a moment, heaven and earth trembled.
Caught in the middle, Randall had a terrible time of it.
Spitting out a mouthful of stagnant blood, Randall laughed with exhilaration.
"That's it! Take my Galaxian Explosion!"
Seven Light Balls rose silently, meeting the shock waves that blotted out the sky.
Boom—
An explosion erupted, a hundred, even a thousand times stronger than before.
Whitebeard's face darkened, and he hastily drove his power into action.
Yet that energy stubbornly pierced the shock waves and surged right up to him.
He snorted coldly, and his entire body began to vibrate.
At that moment, even the outline of his body developed overlapping afterimages, making anyone who looked at him dizzy.
The instant the energy touched him, it vanished without a trace.
A red gleam flashed in his eyes, and his expression abruptly changed.
"Damn you! Don't you dare!"
Over a hundred light balls suddenly appeared above the Moby Dick as it rocked amid the tempest.
A single glance at those light balls was enough to send chills down anyone's spine, and now they began to flicker.
"Enma Radiance!"
The next moment, a hundred stars flashed, and a meteor shower descended.