"Pops lost!"
Marco's eyes widened. He simply could not accept any of this.
That was the strongest man in his heart, and even everyone else on the seas called his Pops that.
He had never expected him to lose to Shane!
Through one battle after another that shocked him beyond reason, Shane had grown this far.
In just over two years, he had become the World's Strongest in every sense!
Over two days and two nights, Shane had completely countered the Tremor-Tremor power, compressing it and reflecting it back as his own strength.
He had utterly defeated Whitebeard in both strength and ideals!
"It's time for a rest. After all, there's a battle coming that'll go down in history!"
Whitebeard fell from the sky, snoring away.
Whoosh!
Marco flapped the Phoenix's Blue-Flame Wings and caught the towering Whitebeard.
"Pops! Wake up! You'd never lose, right?!"
There was no response.
Only the quiet sobs of the Whitebeard Pirates' crew.
Whitebeard had lost!
After fighting Shane for two days and two nights, he had finally fallen, instead helping Shane master even stranger, more powerful Rokushiki and awaken a new Devil Fruit.
From the moment of his defeat.
Shane had already advanced again, surpassing who he had been before this battle.
Just as Whitebeard had said, Shane now lived in this world to surpass himself, not old relics like them!
What came next.
Perhaps actual gods would stand in his way, and Shane would still have to press on alone.
Because when the decisive battle came, there would no longer be anyone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Shane.
"Go!"
The Ice Witch stepped forward. Whitebeard's sons were going to take their Pops to safety.
Otherwise, according to the stories they had heard before, Shane would beat Whitebeard to death.
Yet Shane