The battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
As the three figures collapsed to the ground, everyone fell silent.
Many figures from the old era evoked a sense of melancholy and loneliness.
As beings from the same old era, they had considered their own fate.
Some people might dream of returning to an ordinary life someday, spending the rest of their days in a place where no one knows them.
Some might think that even if they did return to the sea, they would only face certain death.
Then it would definitely be a fierce and desperate battle.
To their utter surprise, Charlotte Linlin and the others died in such a frustrating and unremarkable manner.
There was no life-or-death battle, no protracted and relentless fighting.
The outcome can be decided in a split second.
It's undoubtedly a sad story.
" Pops, aren't these demons supposed to be very powerful? Why couldn't they withstand a casual strike from Bai Yu?"
Jozu couldn't help but ask.
After all, what just happened happened far too quickly.
When he came to his senses, he still felt completely bewildered.
The others also subconsciously looked at the Whitebeard, clearly puzzled as well.
Feeling the eager gazes from all around, the Whitebeard sighed softly, Murakumogiri tightly in his backhand, and suddenly pulled it down, causing ripples of vibration to appear on the blade.
The next moment, in full view of everyone, he placed Murakumogiri on a nearby rock.
Bang!
Murakumogiri did not deliver a single powerful slash.
Some of them only produced a loud cracking sound the moment they were touched.
Looking at that shocking crack that instantly spread out from the center.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, their faces filled with horror.
"Did you understand?" Whitebeard didn't explain directly, but asked again.
Marco was the first to come to his senses, nodding in agreement with a serious expression.
" Pops, you mean that Bai Yu compressed his power into the blade just like Pops did earlier, so every attack he made looked ordinary, but each one was a killing move. Otherwise, those seventy-four demons wouldn't have been so easily defeated!"
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the crowd, who had been completely confused, suddenly lit up.
At least, in their eyes, they never imagined that such a tactic had such intricacies.
In short, keep a low profile!
He clearly has the ability, yet he remains so low-key; no wonder he seems so enigmatic.
No, Marco, you're wrong.
Whitebeard dispersed the power within Murakumogiri and shook his head.
Marco and the others were taken aback for a moment, and Ace couldn't help but speak up.
" Pops, do you mean we missed something?"
"No, you didn't miss anything!" the Whitebeard sighed softly.
"I mean Marco is wrong."
"It's not that the brat's techniques are the same as mine, it's that I, Whitebeard, am no match for him. It seems that time really does catch up with everyone. Everyone says I was the strongest of the old era."
"If I were to give my assessment now, I would call him the strongest of the new era!"
"Perhaps only his ship is qualified to carry the old era!"
The sound was faint, tinged with loneliness.
Marco and the others stood there, stunned, looking at the old man before them with a sense of unease.
Whitebeard had always given them the feeling that even if the sky were to fall, they could still hold it up.
For decades, that figure has always been a shield from wind and rain.
Unfortunately, looking at him now, one can see that the Whitebeard's back is hunched and slightly stooped, no longer as straight as before.
His head was covered in white hair and a snow-white beard, along with the wrinkles piled up on his forehead.
It also constantly tells us that this once strongest man has truly grown old.
Unfortunately, the biggest regret is that after the old man's back, which had sheltered him from the wind and rain, grew old, none of his children, who had protected him for decades, were able to grow up to be able to shoulder this heavy responsibility.
Unable to replace that sheltering figure from the wind and rain.
If Bai Yu hadn't intervened in time this time...
It's probably a case of wanting to care for one's parents but finding them too late.
" Pops, I'm sorry, we've let you down..." Marco's eyes reddened instantly, and he said, his voice choked with emotion.
In the original work, Whitebeard 'Whitebeard last wish was mentioned every time he died and in his hometown.
This man, who served as the first First Division commander in the Whitebeard Pirates and was always the first to charge into battle, was shedding tears.
Or perhaps this is what they mean by "a man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he's truly heartbroken."
The captains standing beside Marco clearly noticed this scene, making the atmosphere on the field suddenly become tense.
The Whitebeard's nose twitched slightly; he had never expected his good-for-nothing sons to put on such a show.
However, he quickly suppressed his thoughts and patted Marco on the shoulder with a big laugh.
"Haha, you all know you're useless sons, but in your Pops's eyes, you're the most precious son. Just being alive is enough."
"It's not that you didn't work hard enough, it's just that this era is too crazy, far better than our old days."
"If I were younger, I might have been a bit stubborn and argumentative, but alas, I'm really old now, my Whitebeard is all that's left!"
"After leaving Totto Land, I will entrust the Whitebeard Pirates to you. As for whether you accept or refuse that brat's offer of recruitment, that's up to you."
After saying this, Whitebeard, carrying the Murakumogiri in his hand, leaped onto the Moby Dick, turned back to look at the people on the Groseade, and laughed loudly.
"Old folks, long time no see. How about a drink? Otherwise, you might not get to drink with us again."
The unexpected invitation took many people by surprise.
Rayleigh was the first to react, and gave a dry laugh.
"Haha, I never expected that you, old man, who's been stingy your whole life, would actually be so generous at a time like this."
"However, since there's free alcohol, I certainly won't miss it. This time, I'll definitely make you bleed a lot."
Rayleigh's figure blurred, and he reappeared aboard the Moby Dick.
"Count me in. I've fought you a few times before, though it wasn't a life-or-death battle. But now I'm not some captain anymore, just an old man waiting to die. I'm carefree and still have the guts to mooch a drink."
World laughed loudly as well and quickly followed.
Seeing that the two had accepted the invitation, the Whitebeard looked toward Field on the mast.
Field snorted coldly.
"In the past, I would have killed you long ago, but oh well, I'll make an exception this time."
"Looking back, at least we've had a peaceful drink together once, which is a good thing, isn't it?"
"Hehe, you've got some drinks, so you haven't forgotten about me, the blind guy, have you? I quite like mooching drinks too."
"I'd like to get involved in your senior citizens' gathering as well."