Whitebeard raised his great saber and brought it down on Su Yu's head with all his strength, a dense white halo coiling around its sharp edge.
This time, Su Yu did not take it head-on. In truth, even if he stood motionless and let Whitebeard hack away for seven days and nights, Whitebeard would never break through his defenses. But catching a blade with his head felt a little strange, and looked rather unseemly...
So Su Yu raised his hand. It looked slow, but was actually incredibly fast, a contradiction that made it feel as though space and time had been warped.
Without a sound, the great saber, brimming with tremor power, struck Su Yu's seemingly soft, fragile palm. Yet it could not push his hand down even a millimeter. That terrifying tremor power seemed to have been absorbed by his palm, producing no disturbance at all.
Then Su Yu exerted some strength through his arm and sent Whitebeard's enormous bulk flying.
Whitebeard flipped through the air and landed firmly on the ice.
The spectators aboard the ship were so shocked that their faces had gone stiff. They felt numb by now.
To be honest, if Whitebeard's last slash had landed squarely, it could easily have destroyed a small island. Yet Su Yu had caught it with just one hand. And from what Whitebeard could sense, Su Yu really had done nothing more than raise his hand, without using any power at all. It left Whitebeard experiencing a very unfamiliar emotion-defeat!
No matter what, I have to leave some kind of mark on Su Yu!
Without realizing it, Whitebeard's mindset had changed. At first, he had simply wanted a thoroughly satisfying fight, and to see how strong Su Yu was while he was at it. After Su Yu blocked his