"Oh? From the look of you, do you want to fight me?"
At Su Yu's words, the flames in Whitebeard's eyes burned even brighter. "That's right! Let's fight!"
"Pops!"
Marco anxiously tried to stop Whitebeard's "impulsiveness." After all, he had more grounds than anyone here to speak about Su Yu's power. Earlier, when he had gotten worked up and tried to fight inside the shop, a single cough from Su Yu had stripped him of his Devil Fruit ability. He would never forget that feeling of helplessness for the rest of his life, so he had never doubted Su Yu's strength. If Whitebeard fought Su Yu, he would definitely get thrashed...
"Relax, Marco! Have some faith in me!"
It's not a question of faith, Pops! Marco felt like crying, but no tears came. Still, he knew that once Pops made up his mind about something, no outside influence would change it.
So he looked at Su Yu again, his gaze worried and pleading.
"I won't hit him too hard." Su Yu smiled faintly. He actually wanted to stretch his limbs a little, too, and Whitebeard might make a very useful opponent.
Marco opened his mouth. He had wanted to ask Su Yu not to accept Whitebeard's invitation. As long as Su Yu was unwilling, no one could force him, but now it looked as though Su Yu was interested in fighting, too...
Sigh, whatever. You two have your fun. I'm staying out of it!
"I accept your challenge!"
Hearing this, Whitebeard froze for a moment, but on second thought, it made sense. Given the difference in their strength, he really was the challenger.
"Gurararara! You certainly don't beat around the bush, Mr. Su Yu!"
With that, Whitebeard stood up and stretched his neck and muscles.
Seeing the two about to