I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 272, Section 271: Whitebeard, come and fight!

On the Beluga ship not far away, Vista, the foil, stood by the railing, his fists clenched, his eyes fixed on the three people on the field.

"Gurararara, looking at the three of them, it's just like more than twenty years ago. It really brings back fond memories."

A black-haired, toothless young man standing not far from him looked at the white-bearded man with a simple and honest gaze, and grinned:
"Dad, you're not old at all. If you ask me, you could easily take the title of the world's greatest swordsman if you were to step onto the field."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere on the ship first fell silent, then quickly became lively and enthusiastic.

“That’s right, that’s right. If you ask me, it’s only because our old man doesn’t want to play that these younger generation would have no chance.”

"Hehehe, that's right. They're no match for our old man, it's just that our old man looks down on them."

"Hehe, Dad, why don't you go up and have some fun too, and let them experience what a legend is all about."

"Shut up, all of you. Do you want your father to personally step up and compete with a bunch of juniors? If that's the case, then we sons would be doing a terrible job."

Marco, the pineapple-headed phoenix captain of the First Division, looked at them calmly and spoke.

He was the ship's doctor and knew Whitebeard's current physical condition better than anyone else. Although he looked normal on the outside, he had deep-seated injuries.

Marco looked disapprovingly at the old man on the ship, his partner of over twenty years, Marshall D. Teach, and said with dissatisfaction:
"Teach, although it's a bit disappointing that Bitta and his team lost the game, we don't need your dad to boost their morale."

I remember that redhead was your rival a long time ago.

I think you're very strong too.

Teach's lips twitched; he had only spoken out of the heart, and his eyes immediately filled with aggrieved emotion.
"I'm sorry, Captain Marco, I misspoke. I just really wanted us to win."

At that moment, a man with a pompadour dressed in white next to him put his arm around Marco's neck, winking and smiling at him.

"Marco, don't scold Teach. He just wants us to win."

As he spoke, he patted Teach on the shoulder and said with a grin:
"You should apologize to Marco right away, and then punish yourself with three drinks later. We're good brothers, he won't be angry."

Teach lowered his head, looking somewhat embarrassed, scratched his head, and chuckled as he spoke:
"Captain Marco, it was my fault, I apologize."

A cruel glint flashed in his lowered eyes, and negative emotions surged within him. But when he raised his head, his gaze cleared, and he chuckled, appearing honest and simple.

Marco nodded helplessly. "Sorry, I was too harsh."

He then looked at Satchel, who was hugging Teach, and said helplessly, "I'm not angry with Teach, so don't take me for a bad guy."

Looking at his sons, so loving and respectful to each other, Whitebeard's eyes shone with happiness. Then, thinking of his declining health in recent years, his gaze deepened as he stared at them. Sensing his gaze, they all looked over. A few seconds later, Whitebeard suddenly grinned and burst into a hearty laugh:

"Gulalalalala. I have everything I wanted. The ocean will belong to you young people from now on. Therefore, I have decided to choose one of you as my successor."

I will keep an eye on your performance going forward, and the one who can win the hearts and minds of all the brothers will become the next captain.

Did you all understand?

A moment of silence fell over the ship, but then came a mix of worry and elation.

Some people are worried about his health.

Some people were overjoyed by their father's promise.

If Whitebeard is serious, then it's the rule on this ship, and no one will argue with it.

Teach's eyelids drooped, and his eyes blazed with fury. Was he Whitebeard Jr.?

Whether or not I want to get my hands on it, as long as I can get it, I will have this enormous power to serve me and to find the Devil Fruit I've been dreaming of.

The Dark-Dark Fruit, a Logia-type Devil Fruit.

The great fruit that enables one to realize their dreams.

But is it really what he wants to be the second generation, just copying others' ideas?

Teach was caught in a deep hesitation.

Just then, three terrifying and intimidating auras suddenly rushed towards him, causing him to shudder and turn his head to look.

Three people stood in a triangular formation on the central fighting platform, their hair moving without wind, and streaks of red electricity colliding and wandering in the void.

Exuding domineering aura!

Envy them for being able to demonstrate their presence and power in such a high-profile live broadcast over the ocean.

Jealousy. Why isn't it me standing there right now? I can only act foolish and play house with them every day.

I hate it, why is it that I'm never lucky enough to get what I want?

furious.

It felt like a volcano was burning in my heart, especially the young man whose face I had left with three marks. How could he now be on par with my old man with the white beard?

And now he's even using Conqueror's Haki on himself.

A crimson glow appeared in his eyes; he had to speak out.

Meanwhile, his weaker companions had all fainted and collapsed to the ground, the thuds sounding like drumbeats pounding on his heart. The next moment...

hum!
An invisible spiritual aura erupted from within him, colliding with the three Conqueror's Haki figures charging towards him, demonstrating his presence to the three people in the fighting arena.

He, Teach, was not convinced!
Sachi, standing beside Teach, staggered backward from the sudden burst of Conqueror's Haki.

Marco and Teach stared at each other in disbelief.

A sharp light suddenly flashed in Whitebeard's eyes, revealing a domineering aura. Finally, a man of such caliber had appeared on his ship once again.

"Gulalalalala, not bad."

He stood up and placed his large, strong hand on Teach's shoulder, his eyes filled with joy.

"Teach, that's it. A true ruler fears no one."

That's how it should be. You've been suppressing yourself for too long, so this is how you should show the world your existence and talent.

Your dad has high hopes for you.

I'm happy today, so I asked, "Is there anything you want to do? Dad will do his best to fulfill your wish."

Teach's gaze first went blank, then turned to ecstasy, but he suppressed his desire the next second because he had a question that had been on his mind for a long time.

Teach unleashed his Conqueror's Haki, glancing at the three sword-wielding figures in the arena, ignoring the other two, and asked with a smirk:

"Heh~ Hahaha! Hey, you're called Mercer, right?"

Because of the sudden intrusion of Conqueror's Haki, Messer turned around, his eyes unreadable, and said calmly:
"Speak your mind, don't you have any sense?"

Anger flashed in his eyes, but Teach's lips curled into a smile. "I've been watching you for a long time. You seem to possess multiple abilities, which intrigues me. Are you a user of the Dark-Dark Fruit?"

Moses looked him over.

At this moment, Shanks, who was not far behind, turned grim and spoke quickly:
"Marshall D. Titch".

Showing off his Conqueror's Haki, Teach no longer wanted to pretend, and looked at Shanks with a smile: "Red-Haired Shanks, long time no see. Heh heh heh, I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Mercy, could you tell me your answer? It's very important to me."

He saw in the newspaper that Moses was sometimes surrounded by a gray-black mist, which was very similar to the Dark-Dark Fruit. He was very concerned about whether he had eaten the Dark-Dark Fruit that he loved.

Moses looked at him calmly, smiled a few seconds later, and slowly raised his sword with both hands, his gaze cold:
"Then take this sword first."

A domineering energy flowed and circulated within his body, and with a boom, a dazzling black and red beam of light shot into the sky from his body.

Radial cracks appeared on the ground beneath our feet.

In the blink of an eye, all the domineering aura that had been emanating from the sword converged and collapsed towards the blade, causing the longsword, which was wrapped in black and red electric arcs, to grow in size dramatically.

The intent to cut and sever is intertwined and intertwined.

The surrounding air was cracked with jagged lines.

The next moment, Messer saw Teach's horrified expression and marked him.

Swing your sword and chop it down.

bass--

A crescent-shaped blade of light, wrapped in black and red arcs of electricity and carrying the aura of severing all things in the world, appeared instantly on the side of Whitebeard's pirate ship and slashed toward Teach's head.

"Gula la la la."

A hearty laugh echoed, and at the same time, Whitebeard appeared in front of Teach.

He clenched his right fist, and a white, transparent ball of light appeared on it.

A fist, crackling with black and red electric arcs, struck out at the incoming black and red slashing light.

time.

Click, click, click! ! !
The air around the point of contact between the two attacks, which had a diameter of several hundred meters, was covered with jagged, mirror-like cracks.

A terrifying black and red shockwave spread outwards.

The white-bearded man's forehead veins bulged, and he grinned broadly as the Moby Dick ship beneath his feet tilted downwards.

The arm muscles bulged instantly, thud!

Under such terrifying force of the swing.

The surrounding air suddenly shattered into pieces, and even the ship's railings turned into fragments that flew out.

At the same time, the slashing energy unleashed by Messer exploded into countless flying specks of light.

A terrifying gust of wind blew, and the white-bearded man was forced to take a half-step back.

Many of the onlookers on the shore were thrown about, and most of them stared in shock at the scene.

Whitebeard looked intently at Messer, whose gaze was cold and distant.

Moses looked at the white-bearded man and said calmly, "This is between him and me, why should I interfere?"

Whitebeard's eye twitched; of course, Teach couldn't possibly have taken that sword strike unscathed.

"Gulalalalala. You didn't say who had to pick me up. For the sake of my boat, I can't let you run wild here."

"Now you can talk about my son's problem."

It means that he, Teach, is under my protection.

Moses smiled faintly:

"We must give face to the world's strongest man."

I can tell you, but you have to come down and beat me. Otherwise, I have no obligation to tell you any answers.

Meanwhile, the onlookers all around wore expressions of shock.

"Oh my god, what did I just see? That white-bearded guy actually backed away."

"I'm not seeing things, am I? Pinch me and let me see if it hurts."

"Ouch~ Are you crazy? Why are you pinching me?"

Teach broke out in a cold sweat the moment he saw this, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Mercer, who was all bark and no bite:

"Who do you think you are? You think you can just tell our dad to step down and he'll do it? You're kidding me. Our dad is the strongest man in the world."

Whitebeard looked at Teach with a strange expression; something about what this guy was saying sounded odd.

Upon seeing Whitebeard's gaze, Teach immediately shut up and looked at him with a fawning, obedient child's expression.

"Are you challenging me?" The white-bearded man's gaze turned cold.

Mercer shook his head. "The challenge is for the weak to wield their swords against the strong, but I don't think I'm any weaker than you."

It's like a challenge.

Whitebeard wanted to retort, but he couldn't. The feeling of that sword strike was even more exhilarating than that guy's divine evasion. "Who do you think I am?"

The white-bearded man chuckled, a flash of cold lightning crossing his eyes as he gripped the supreme grade sword, Murakumogiri.

"I never refuse any challenge, and you are qualified to fight me."

Slightly squat down to gather strength.

The ship, hundreds of meters long, tilted downwards.

His gaze was cold as he stared at Messer.

boom!
The whole person rose into the sky.

The ship beneath them suddenly lurched upwards, and the surrounding waves surged and churned.

He gripped and raised the child's knife with his right hand, the blade gradually becoming stained with a dark black hue, while black and red arcs of electricity coiled around the weapon.

The distance of several hundred meters passed in a flash.

Marco looked at Whitebeard with concern, muttering to himself:
"Dad, don't do anything too reckless."

A slight smile curved the corners of Moses's lips.

"Identification"

Strength rating: A+
The two A's behind him.

I still find it more exciting to fight him.

He watched as the white-bearded man, who had just landed, leaped up again, wielding his katana in both hands, and slashed down at him with unstoppable momentum.

Mercer spread his legs apart, his internal bones cracking and popping, in dragon form.

He gripped his sword with both hands, black and red arcs of electricity crackling around it, and looked up at the man who was about to slash at him. In the next instant, he swung his sword, Hanlu, and unleashed a perfectly round black and red lightning bolt.

"what!"

"cut!"

Boom——

The two weapons collided in mid-air.

An incredibly terrifying black and red arc of electricity spread out.

Ripples of black and red air spread outward from the point of their collision, instantly hurtling outwards towards the edge of the island.

Mercer's legs sank into the fighting ring.

The ground around them instantly cracked and shattered in concentric circles.

"Haaahhhhhh!!!"

"Woohoo!!!"

Both of them roared at the same time.

His whole body was covered in bulging veins.

A wild grin spread across his face.

Ten seconds later.

Thud! A loud thud followed, and a ring-shaped impact spread out, causing the two to jump backward simultaneously using the recoil.

Whitebeard jumped backward, landing steadily on the ground and shattering it with his foot.

There were no other people within a kilometer radius of the two individuals.

Shanks and Mihawk voluntarily left the arena.

The onlookers around the island quickly moved away, boarded their own boats, and sailed overseas.

Robin even floated the Ark of Eternity into the sky.

Mercer stretched his arms and legs, watching the corners of his mouth curl up in a smile, "It seems your domineering aura hasn't weakened much."

A bright smile spread across the white-bearded man's face: "Arrogant brat. Who do you think I am?"

Moses's gaze sharpened: "I hope he doesn't die."

The next instant, Mercer rushed out and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The sword strike was swift as the wind, yet made no sound.

Whitebeard's pupils contracted, and he used his Observation Haki to predict the angle of Messe's attack. He then unleashed an arc of light with his Murakumogiri.

Clang! Clang clang clang clang!!!

Despite its enormous size, its speed is by no means slow.

The young sword danced in his hand, leaving afterimages as he perfectly and precisely parried each of Mercer's powerful slashes.

His figure moved like a phantom, slashing around Whitebeard with incredibly sharp strikes as if in a frame-dropping motion.

Clang! Clang clang clang clang clang.
Moses's attacks grew faster and faster, as if dozens of figures were flashing around him.

Anticipating Moses' future offensive.

Adjust the weapon's attack angle in advance.

Not just the blade, but also the handle.

Each attack carried a powerful shockwave.

It was transmitted into Mercer's body.

The domineering energy circulated rapidly within his body, while the gray mist swirled around him, devouring all invading alien forces.

The battle between the two quickly escalated to a fever pitch.

The figure swept across the field with incredible speed.

Each layer of rock shattered and destroyed the moment it came into contact with the two people's attacks.

clang!
The two men staggered back several steps after the incredibly violent collision.

Whitebeard released the katana with his right hand.

A white, transparent sphere of light suddenly appeared on his right fist, his arm muscles bulged instantly, and jagged cracks appeared in the air around the sphere. He roared angrily:

"Ouch! Ouch!"

Mercer's gaze remained unchanged, and in the next instant, blinding arcs of electricity erupted around him.

The magnetic field in the surrounding environment interacts with itself.

Dark purple arcs of electricity coursed through his body and around the sword.

next moment.

Whitebeard slammed his fist into the air in front of him, and crack! The air within hundreds of meters around him shattered, then converged again under the constraint of a unique fluctuation, transforming into a beam of light about a meter long that shot towards him.

Cold Dew transformed into a spear of light, with terrifying electromagnetic force gathering and coiling around it. Mercer gripped the handle, took a step forward, and thrust.

An incredibly condensed beam of blazing white light shot out.

Click! Click click click—

In an instant, the two attacks collided.

In the blink of an eye, dense, terrifying cracks appeared in the air, which was thousands of meters in diameter.

At the same time, the ground hundreds of meters away at the point where the attacks converged exploded with a bang.

A massive sphere of energy appeared at the center of the attack and then expanded in an instant.

Boom!
An incredibly terrifying surge of energy spread out, creating a massive crater hundreds of meters wide on the ground.

Smoke and dust were everywhere.

But in the blink of an eye, it was suppressed to the ground by a surge of power.

Moses looked at the light drizzle a few hundred meters away, and the slightly out-of-breath white-bearded man with a bright smile on his face.

The ice beneath their feet spread out rapidly, filling the deep pit between them and smoothing it out.

Mercer walked toward him, step by step, and suddenly arcs of electricity crackled across his body.

The next instant, a sword tip emerged from a bolt of lightning that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Whitebeard grinned mockingly, throwing a punch that shimmered with white light. Cracks appeared in the air, and with a thud, the ball of lightning in front of him was smashed into pieces and flew away.

A flash of electricity appeared, and Mercer suddenly appeared beside him, slashing horizontally with his right hand, wielding the Cold Dew sword.

clang!
Whitebeard swung his right elbow and struck.

A screeching sound, like steel being ground together, appeared.

The terrifying power caused ripples to appear in mid-air.

Mercer took a half step back, then stepped forward, gripping his sword with both hands and unleashing a series of terrifying slashes.

Whitebeard threw down the child's sword and clenched his fists.

He punched out with all his might, each punch carrying black and red arcs of electricity and white light.

thump thump thump thump thump
It exploded like a muffled thunderclap.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

The two laughed wildly as their swords and fists clashed together, each attack carrying immense power.

A series of glaring slashes appeared on the front of Whitebeard's body, with blood splattering everywhere.

Mercer's body was covered in dents, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The two men, their eyes blazing, stood still and engaged in a high-speed brawl.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his white beard suddenly gathered strength. A blinding white light exploded on his body, followed by crackling sounds and a thud!

The air around them exploded, and terrifying fragmented shockwaves spread outwards.

Mercer's body flew backward, then instantly transformed into a bolt of lightning and shot into the sky.

next moment.

Thunderclouds gathered in the sky.

A lightning bolt hundreds of meters long appeared at the tip of the sword, followed by the blade and the hilt.

Concept. Cutting.

Mercer's body suddenly swelled into a thunder giant hundreds of meters tall, gripping the thunder sword in both hands.

A massive amount of black and red electric arcs are wrapped around.

The next instant, looking down at the white-bearded figure, he slashed.

A flash of lightning slashed through.

Rumble!
Half of the island was shattered, and even the sea outside the island had a deep, endless chasm.

The power of a sword!
Horror!
(End of this chapter)