At those words, Marco asked calmly:
"What could possibly be a problem for the Whitebeard Pirates?"
"That ship is the Red Hair Pirates' Red Force!"
Marco lost his composure.
Arrogant as he was, he would never think that the Red Hair Pirates, led by a fellow Emperor, would be easy to brush aside.
By then, Whitebeard had noticed the commotion too.
He remained seated firmly in his chair, quietly watching the distance.
Soon, the two ships met.
A dark figure sprang from the Red Force and landed on the Moby Dick's deck.
The Whitebeard Pirates immediately surrounded him.
But the next instant, an oppressive force descended from above.
Some of the rank and file fainted on the spot.
Even commanders like Marco lost focus for a moment.
This Conqueror's Haki...
Marco's heart grew heavy.
Red Hair was so young, yet his Conqueror's Haki already rivaled Pops's.
It even seemed faintly stronger!
Whitebeard narrowed his eyes and snorted.
A faint tremor instantly swept away the pressure the figure had brought.
"Hahahaha! Whitebeard, you really are still going strong in your old age!"
A somewhat flippant voice rang out.
Marco and the others' expressions changed at those words.
He didn't sound as though he had come in peace.
Whitebeard wasn't that petty. He merely cast the man a cold glance, then grunted:
"Shanks, you brat. What do you want?"
He appeared calm, but inwardly, he was mulling things over.
Back when he had fought Roger, this brat had been a mere apprentice.
Who would have thought that, in the blink of an eye, that apprentice would grow into someone on his level?
Then Whitebeard's pupils abruptly contracted.
If he remembered correctly, Shanks had lost an arm after returning from the East Blue.
Yet Shanks clearly had both arms now!
Had the earlier