Rumble, rumble!
The entire world shook and roared.
Two monsters clashed with fierce enthusiasm. Even after fighting for hours, neither showed any fatigue. Instead, they only grew more fired up.
The two of them were enjoying themselves, but Marco and the other spectators were suffering miserably.
In the end, they had to give up their close-up view of this once-in-a-lifetime battle and retreat another thousand meters.
After an unknown amount of time, the distant rumbling stopped.
Marco's gaze sharpened, and he hurriedly ordered the ship forward.
When they arrived, they saw the two men standing face-to-face in midair, panting.
Randall's right arm was broken, stark white bone protruding from his flesh. Seven or eight of his ribs were broken, and he was not far from having his belly ripped open.
Whitebeard looked just as wretched, though he was in much better shape than Randall.
At the sight, Marco and the others gaped, their eyes bloodshot as they began gulping down air.
It was as though air had cost money before, but had suddenly become free for a limited time, and they wanted to get their fill all at once.
It had been a long time since they had seen Pops in such a sorry state.
The hotheaded Jozu immediately turned his body into diamond and prepared to charge.
"What are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?!"
At the last moment, Marco held Jozu back.
"I'm going to kill that Marine!"
Two streams of white vapor blasted from Jozu's nostrils.
"If you charge over there now, Pops will be the first to attack you! Believe me!"
Marco looked at Jozu as though he were an idiot.
Jozu puffed out his chest, then deflated. He knew Marco was right.
"Gurararara! Since Roger died, I haven't had a fight where I could