I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 273, Section 272: I want the Dark-Dark Fruit!

He watched as the white-bearded man dodged.

Mercer swung his thunder sword, unleashing a series of thunderous strikes at him.

Whitebeard gripped his swords with both hands, unleashing wave after wave of white, mirror-like slashes.

At the point of impact, cracks appeared in the air mirror that stretched for thousands of meters.

Click, click, click!
Rumble!
It's like a myth come to life.

These terrifying battles were captured and broadcast by a projection Den Den Mushi on the Eternal Ship in the distant sky.

The surrounding sea.

Everyone who witnessed this battle felt a chill run down their spine. Was this something a human being could do?

Moses looked down at the white-bearded figure below, who seemed like an ant yet could shake the heavens, and his voice, like muffled thunder, rang out, "You! Not bad. The world's strongest man lives up to his name."

They're much stronger than those five old men from the Holy Land.

The white-bearded man smirked, "Gurarararar, five old Dengs? Looks like you're not exactly a saint yourself."

Moses sneered:
"Bullshit! I'm not a pirate, and I'm way stronger than you, pirate captain. Take this!"

Mercer swung his Thunder Sword, unleashing a barrage of blows. Whitebeard gritted his teeth, using all his strength to withstand each terrifying strike.

The two wreaked havoc on the island, which had no beehives, as if they wouldn't stop until they shattered it.

Geomagnetism. Lightning domain.

With each strike, the island's magnetic field was activated, merging with the magnetic field in the surrounding sky.

The island was transformed, and the thunderclouds in the sky were permanently fixed.

A terrifying electromagnetic force began to run rampant on the island, revealing the power of nature.

A magnetic storm field enveloping the island is generated.

Zizizi!
Terrifying electric currents coursed through the void, and streaks of lightning shot down from the sky, aiming at Whitebeard.

Whitebeard brandished his young sword, looking at the changes in his surroundings with some shock in his eyes. The environment had been permanently transformed, just like Raijin Island at the entrance to the New World.

A terrifying electromagnetic force converged on Mercer's body and pierced into the ground, magnetizing the iron stored underground throughout the island.

Streams of iron filings, or decomposed ore, separated from the environment like flowing water, converged on Messer like streaks of light.

It was inserted into the body of the Thunder Giant.

Its hundreds-of-meters-tall body suddenly materialized.

The greatsword in his hand was also filled with steel, and the blade began to spin.

It's like a high-speed spinning chainsaw.

Mercer swung his weapon, and with the help of the magnetic field, *thud!*—it shot out and fell like an orange-red beam of light.

Whitebeard foresaw the future, gripped his swords with both hands, which were wreathed in white light, and roared as he swung them out.

ka ka ka-

The air shattered like a mirror, and a terrifying shockwave instantly appeared in front of Mercer, blasting a huge crater in the chest of the electromagnetic steel giant.

Mercer didn't care at all; under the electromagnetic attraction, the blasted steel pieces were pieced back together once again.

The chainsaw sword was imbued with an aura of dominance.

Electromagnetic propulsion brought down orange-red super electromagnetic slashes one after another.

A terrifying heatwave swept in.

Whitebeard roared, his veins bulging, as he unleashed a series of air-shaking attacks. However, the terrifying recoil from the two attacks struck him directly, causing blood to continuously flow from his mouth.

The internal organs kept twitching.

"Whoaaaaaah!!!"

He roared as he watched Mercer's body shrink as he swung his sword.

The two stood on the ground and continued to fight each other.

The earth and sky trembled continuously.

In the end, Moses' body ran out of the last of its steel.

The two stood on the ruins of the earth.

The white-bearded man was panting heavily.

Messer's breathing was also somewhat unstable.

After unleashing tens of thousands of electromagnetic swords swirling with domineering energy, even Messer was somewhat exhausted.

He stared at the white-bearded man a hundred meters away, whose clothes were torn to shreds and whose body was covered in charred bloodstains.

He was breathing heavily, but his eyes were wide and bright.

The monster old man.

Moses mentally labeled him with this label.

Whitebeard looked at Moses, who seemed only a little tired, and his eyelids drooped involuntarily. "Monster."

A sharp pain shot through my heart, and my breathing sounded like a bellows being pulled.

Moses looked at him and sighed:

"Even white beards can't escape the passage of time. You're getting old too. I really want to fight you when you're in your forties or fifties."

That would be much more interesting, Edward Newgate.

A fleeting bitterness crossed Whitebeard's eyes, but then he burst into laughter:

"Gulalalalala, who do you think I am? If you want to take my head, come and try."

Moses's eyes sneered. "Your head? It's only worth about five billion Berries. Is that a lot?"

At that moment, everyone who saw this scene through the broadcast twitched their lips; that was just too damn extravagant.

He has the confidence to possess the Ark of Eternity.

The cold dew in Moses's hand was swallowed by the gray mist and merged into his body.

Roll up the shirt cuffs to the elbows.

Spiritualization.

She walked toward him with a detached gaze.

Its size keeps increasing.

Until we are as tall as him.

"Let's have a brutal, hand-to-hand combat."

Whitebeard looked at Moses's posture and smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

He spun the Murakumo-giri in his hand, creating a whistling sound, and then suddenly plunged it into the ground.

Remove the last piece of clothing from your body.

He walked toward Moses with his fists clenched.

The two walked faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, Moses was in front of him, and his raised right fist slammed into his head.

Whitebeard bent his left arm to block, and his clenched right fist slammed down toward Moses' head with overwhelming force.

Mercer instantly threw out a left punch to counter.

bang bang bang bang bang
The moment the two made contact, they launched a fierce and relentless offensive.

Punch, elbow strike, knee strike.

Block, punch, kick.

Nothing fancy.

Awe-inspiring presence, strong will, and robust physique.

Bloody, violent, primitive.

The two little giants waved their fists.

He channeled his invincible will into his fists to crush the man before him.

Thump! The white-bearded man's head was hit hard and he fell backward.

Thud! Whitebeard kicked Mercer's left arm, which was blocking the attack, in the chest and abdomen.

The two retreated, then charged forward and fought each other in an instant.

Punch to the flesh!

Blood splattered.

The bright moon hangs high.

The cold moonlight shone on their horribly mangled bodies.

His sternum was sunken, and his whole body was bruised.

Moses looked at Whitebeard's miserable state, though he himself was also in a bad mood.

She looked at him calmly as he gasped for breath, noticing the unyielding spirit in his eyes.

He said indifferently, "Again."

He did not use super-fast regeneration to heal his injuries.

He rushed forward and started fighting with him.

In this primitive battle between the two, only one of them could leave standing.

An imposing aura wrapped around his arms, and a dark fist, gleaming like steel in the moonlight, landed on his chest.

A dull, resounding drumbeat rang out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah."

Whitebeard roared, adhering to their unspoken agreement, using only his Haki and physical strength to unleash terrifying punches upon Moses.

A terrifying shock spread.

The primal, bloody, and passionate battle continues, with terrifying rumbles of thunder echoing throughout the island.

Ships returned from outside the island, and people once again landed on the island.

His eyes were fixed on the two tall figures on the ruined arena in the center of the island.

The blood inevitably began to boil in my chest.

Moby Dick.

Marco watched the two players on the field like kings of beasts fighting for territory.

In the brutal, hand-to-hand combat, the aged beast king gradually lost ground, while the young beast king grew increasingly fierce.

Marco's eyes showed deep worry: "Dad?"

Teach stared blankly. Was Whitebeard going to lose? What would happen to his Dark-Dark Fruit?
He looked nervously at the two people in the arena.

Terrifying and domineering arcs of black and red electricity danced in the void around the two of them.

A series of angry roars rang out.

Punch to the flesh.

The muffled sound was like thunder.

Dark clouds filled the sky, and blinding lightning gathered within them.

On a large red dragon-headed ship.

Shanks gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, veins bulging on his hands, his gaze fixed on the distant battle.
A burning intensity emanated from his eyes.

"After this battle, the title of the world's strongest man will change."

Hawkeye, standing to the side, watched the battlefield intently: "Next, we will fight the world's strongest, and the winner will gain the title of the strongest swordsman."

Shanks chuckled: "Looks like you're not afraid after all."

Mihawk said calmly, "To die in such a battle is perhaps a blessing. So it is for me, for you, and for him."

Indeed, it is a fortunate thing that the aged Whitebeard can pass on his strongest skills in such a one-on-one battle.

Crocodile stood atop the ship, watching the ferocious battle raging in the center of the island alongside Ace and the others.

His eyes held an incredibly complex expression, tinged with a hint of relief.

Morgans, overjoyed at the big news, let out a cawing bird call as he snapped a picture of a Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter).

Completely disregarding the Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter) that was already foaming at the mouth from exhaustion, they took photos.

"How terrifying. This is Kizaru. What are your orders, Lord Five Elders?"

"Huh? You want me to ambush and kill Mather or Whitebeard after they're both exhausted? How terrifying."

"I'm afraid that's impossible."

"I have to do it? Then I'll try my best."

After hanging up the phone, Kizaru's mouth twitched slightly, and he used his Observation Haki to sense Mather's direction.

But the next moment, several pairs of eyes looked over from the direction of the ship.

Kizaru's lips twitched. Are their senses really that sharp?
On board the ship.

Erii turned her gaze, her deep rose-red eyes fixed on Messer in the arena once again.

Seeing the happy expression on Messer's lips, Erii's eyes curved slightly.

Yamato, wrapped in bandages, stared blankly to the side, a surging, electric sensation coursing through his body.

Hancock stared intently, her bandaged fists clenched tightly.

In the sky.

A terrifying gust of wind shot into the sky, blowing away a corner of the thick, dark clouds.

A ray of morning light shone in and fell on Moses.

A lightning-fast fist slammed into Whitebeard's chin, and the sound of bones cracking rang out.

At the same time, a knee strike landed on Mercer's chest, and a cracking sound of bones colliding rang out.

The two retreated simultaneously, then charged out again and started fighting each other.

A few seconds later, the white-bearded man suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He staggered, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head. The next moment, a dark shadow flashed by.

Knee bump.

I pressed down on his head with my left hand, then raised my right knee and slammed it into his cheek. Thud!

Whitebeard was sent flying horizontally.

The intense pain instantly cleared his eyes, and he stretched his body in mid-air, trying to regain his balance.

but.

At that moment, Mercer appeared beneath him, grabbed his right leg with both hands, and swung it up violently.

smash!
Thump! Thump thump thump thump thump
Aww la la la la la!!
His body spun rapidly in place, pivoting on his right foot, and Whitebeard's body was slammed to the ground, spinning up and down at breakneck speed.

A terrifying tornado, crackling with black arcs of electricity, appeared on the field, stretching from the sky to the earth.

The swinging and smashing continued relentlessly.

Whitebeard felt dizzy and only had time to use his hands and Haki to protect the back of his head before he was hit by a blow for the first time in his life.

The centrifugal force of the rapid rotation caused his blood to circulate to his brain, and as he was continuously pounded, he felt that he would die if this continued.

A terrifying willpower manipulated the vibrational force to gather in his right leg, attempting to break free from Mercer's restraints in order to save himself.

Mercer looked at the vibrating power in his hands and legs, as the gray-black mist in his hands spread and devoured it.

ten minutes later.

A lump of something, like a lump of mud, was thrown on the ground.

Moses, panting heavily, plopped down on the ruins.

His body returned to its original size of two meters.

That old man is really tough.

this moment.

This scene was finalized.

It also lets the world know.

The world's strongest man was defeated.

Shouts erupted from Whitebeard's ship.

"Dad!!!"

At that moment, a golden light shot over and transformed into a figure that appeared ten meters away from Mercer.

Kizaru looked at Moses and smirked:

"Wow, that's terrifying. You actually managed to defeat that Whitebeard."

Mercer glanced at him and said indifferently, "It's normal for him to lose, isn't it?"

A flicker of approval crossed Kizaru's eyes behind his sunglasses; after all, this guy had done *that* kind of thing.

"Tell me, if I were to take your heads right now, could I?"

I don't know if they can take our heads.

But I'm certain that if you dare to make a move, you might be the only marine who leaves here alive.

Kizaru nodded in agreement.

Moses chuckled, "Is it Sengoku, or the Five Elders? Ha, it can't be you, can it?"

Kizaru's lips twitched; this kid reacted really quickly.

At that moment, a terrifying domain of judgment spread out.

A figure covered in delicate, pale white dragon scales suddenly appeared beside Mercer.

His dazzling golden eyes, gleaming with an indifferent and intimidating light, stared intently at him.

The five fingers are curled up in a claw shape.

Kizaru suddenly noticed that there were five or six terrifying auras locked onto him from a distance.

Therefore, there is simply no chance of picking off someone else's head.

At this moment, Mercer stood up, tore off the strips of cloth covering his body, and his injuries disappeared with a breath.

Shock flashed in Kizaru's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a fist crackling with crimson electricity slammed into his head.

Kizaru anticipated this and crossed his arms to block in advance.

Boom!
A ring-shaped shockwave, hundreds of meters long, spread outwards.

He was sent flying in a zigzag flash, flying back onto the warship.

Moses watched his escape route, a smirk playing on his lips. "A cunning fellow."

Just then, a large bird burning with blue-green flames flew over and landed not far away.

Seeing the white-bearded man lying motionless on the ground, his eyes filled with sorrow, he couldn't help but roar:
"Daddy!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Messer with a fierce gaze, but the next moment, five claw-like beams flew past him, and five deep cuts that revealed bone instantly appeared on his body.

The cut edges were ablaze with a bluish-green flame, yet it could not heal as usual.

Marco's gaze sharpened instantly, turning to Erii, who had made the move, with unusual seriousness.

Moses glanced at him indifferently:
"Stop howling. Whitebeard isn't dead yet, but he'll really die if he doesn't get proper treatment."

Marco's eyes widened, and just as he was about to take a step, a slash mark appeared beneath his feet.

They stopped abruptly.

Marco stared intently at Mercer. "What are the conditions?"

Moses said calmly, "I want one of your Devil Fruits."

Marco's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Mercer nervously, afraid that he would say something like "Zhenzhen" or "Phoenix".

Moses chuckled, "I want the Dark-Dark Fruit. Give me the fruit and Whitebeard can take it."

Marco looked at Messer with a blank expression. He had only just learned about the Dark-Dark Fruit from Teach.

"We don't have any Dark-Dark Fruits. If we did, I would definitely give them to you."

Moses laughed and said, "Then you can use all your means to find it. You can take Whitebeard with you in advance, but if you find it later, you must give it to me. Otherwise, I will come and take the Tremor-Tremor Fruit and the Phoenix Fruit myself."

Marco breathed a sigh of relief and nodded solemnly, "I promise you, under the banner of the Whitebeard Pirates, that we will definitely find the Dark-Dark Fruit and give it to you."

Mercer nodded. "Bring the item to me within two years."

Marco gritted his teeth and nodded.

Moses said calmly, "You can take him with you."

Marco quickly ran to Whitebeard and knelt down, the blue flames from his hands spreading across Whitebeard's body, and the healing flames began to take effect.

Marco then realized the extent of Whitebeard's injuries: most of his bones were broken, and his internal organs were riddled with cracks. If the person in front of him hadn't been Whitebeard, he would have definitely given him a death sentence, indicating that he was beyond saving.

With both hands, he repeatedly pried and twisted the white-bearded man's body, adjusting his bones and using flames to fix it in place.

Mercer shook his head and reached out to rub Erii's head. "Let's go back and rest for a bit."

After Mather left, Marco quickly dealt with the situation and then hurriedly carried Whitebeard back to his own ship.

In Whitebeard's captain's cabin.

"How is Dad, Marco?"

"Hurry up and tell me, I'm so impatient!"

"Marco? What happened? What did you and that guy talk about?"

Marco exhaled a breath of stale air. "Everyone out. The treatment isn't over yet. Go outside and defend. Father has been defeated and is seriously injured. We must prevent anyone from disturbing his rest. Also, set sail now."

I'll talk about the rest later.

Whitebeard's Moby Dick slowly sailed out of the coast.

Many malicious gazes fell upon them; some held back, while others followed in their boats.

Although Whitebeard failed and his head became less valuable, it is still a great treasure.

After one hour.

Marco walked out of the room looking exhausted.

"Marco, what exactly did you say to him?"

Marco looked at the captains who had surrounded him with worried expressions.

After slowly stating Mercer's conditions, the captains all breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Teach's gaze became strange and profound.

There was ecstasy, ecstasy that the Dark Fruit had not yet been eaten by him.

There is resentment, resentment that a loser should be used to exchange for the fruit.

There was also a hidden cunning.

At that moment, Marco looked at Teach with a hint of apology in his eyes. They both knew what Teach was thinking, but...
"I'm sorry, Teach, we can't give you the Dark-Dark Fruit. We'll have to use it to exchange for Dad's reputation."

A promise made to the flag must be kept.

Teach grinned, looking nonchalant, and said, "It's alright, Dad's reputation cannot be tarnished. I don't want the Dark-Dark Fruit anymore; there are definitely more powerful fruits in this world."

Marco's eyes flashed with emotion and guilt as he stepped forward and gently patted his shoulder:

"Don't worry, Teach, we will definitely find you another Devil Fruit that you will like even more."

This is our promise.

Tichy's eyes were filled with emotion.

"Alright, alright, we're brothers, don't be so formal. I'm going to check on Dad. I'm the one who caused this mess, I'm such a bastard."

She immediately ran towards the cabin, crying and shouting.

However, there was not a trace of guilt in his eyes, only a deep-seated cruelty.

(End of this chapter)