Pirates: Building a Pirate Family

Upon hearing these words, Whitebeard slowly raised his thick left arm. In an instant, the muscles on his arm rapidly swelled as if inflated, veins popping out, making him appear incredibly powerful.

Then, he roared to the sky, his voice shaking the clouds: "I am merely a relic of the old era! In this brand new world, there is no ship that can carry me!"

Immediately afterward, Whitebeard suddenly swung his thick, powerful left arm with lightning-like speed, carrying unparalleled power and momentum.

In that instant, his fist transformed into a heavy artillery shell, slamming fiercely into the space in front of him.

A deep, muffled sound reverberated, and everyone was shocked to discover that the space struck by the fist began to show fine, crisscrossing cracks.

These cracks spread rapidly, as if a mirror had been shattered by a heavy blow, a truly shocking sight.

"Go, you brats!"

Whitebeard roared at the top of his lungs, his voice like a resounding bell, echoing throughout the battlefield.

However, just as his voice faded, the next second, the seemingly unshakable Marine Headquarters suddenly began to shake violently.

Accompanied by a series of booming sounds, the earth and rocks on the ground began to crumble, and billowing smoke soared into the sky.

"Whitebeard!"

Seeing this, Sengoku's eyes widened, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he stared in disbelief at the Marine Headquarters behind him, which was already teetering and on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, a trace of undisguised horror finally appeared on his face.

After all, the Marine Headquarters, which had stood on the sea for over eight hundred years, had always been a symbol of invincibility, but now it was on the verge of collapse under Whitebeard's attack.

On the other side, the members of the Whitebeard Pirates were still immersed in the words their old man had just spoken, their hearts filled with sadness and reluctance.

"I don't want you, Old Man!"

One of the pirates could no longer suppress the grief in his heart, kneeling down and crying out with all his might.

"Pops!"

Even Luffy, who was usually fearless, was now filled with shock, staring blankly at the scene before him.

Looking at Whitebeard himself, despite being covered in blood, he still stood firmly in front of the Marine Headquarters, like an unshakable mountain.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze slowly shifting to Ace not far away.

"Don't look back, the times are changing!"

Whitebeard murmured softly, his tone calm, but the profound meaning contained within it struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.

In the depths of Whitebeard's weathered mind, memories of past years surged like a tide.

Vivid images flashed continuously, taking him back to his youth, a time full of passion and enthusiasm.

In those days, the world was filled with powerful figures, each name representing a legend.

Rocks, Roger, Shiki... some were close friends, venturing out to sea together; some were mortal enemies, clashing fiercely on the edge of life and death; and some were just fleeting passersby in life, but they also left traces, deep or shallow, on his life's trajectory.

But what Whitebeard could never forget was the time when he personally founded the Whitebeard Pirates.

Those brave and fearless sons who followed him became his strongest support on this ocean.

They used to gather together carefree, laughing heartily, and holding grand banquets together.

That joyful and lively atmosphere still seemed to linger in his ears, intoxicating and impossible to extricate oneself from.

However, good times are always short and fleeting.

As his thoughts flowed, all the memories converged on the battle of the overlords in the New World that attracted worldwide attention.

In that earth-shattering battle, he lost many sons, and Charlotte's figure broke into Whitebeard's eyes and was permanently fixed there.

"This journey has been long and arduous! But today, everything should come to an end!"

Whitebeard murmured to himself, his gaze slowly shifting to Akainu, who was on guard in front of him.

He tightly gripped his huge naginata, exuding an unparalleled aura of power.

Just when everyone thought Whitebeard would launch a thunderous attack on Akainu, the unexpected happened.

He suddenly swung the naginata in his hand, and a wave of sword energy wrapped in terrifying power roared out, its target not Akainu, who was close at hand, but Aokiji, who was fighting fiercely with Ace in the distance!

Faced with this sudden attack, Aokiji was shocked.

He hurriedly turned his body and tried to evade this fatal blow.

At the same time, he pushed hard with his feet and retreated rapidly.

After all, based on his understanding of Whitebeard's strength, if he were to directly take this full-force strike head-on, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, Whitebeard's sword energy, like a raging dragon, rushed towards Aokiji with unstoppable force.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn in two, and the seawater was also lifted up into monstrous waves.

In the blink of an eye, the sword energy had reached Aokiji.

At the critical moment, Aokiji barely managed to avoid the brunt of the attack.

However, even so, the extremely sharp sword energy still grazed his body, bringing up a cloud of ice shards.

Aokiji and Ace, who were originally entangled together, were also forced to separate due to this powerful sword energy.

The two staggered back several steps before stabilizing their bodies.

Suddenly, a huge crack appeared without warning between the Marines and the Whitebeard Pirates.

This crack was bottomless, as if the earth had been forcibly torn apart.

Aokiji's eyes were sharp, and when he saw this crack, he immediately understood Whitebeard's intention.

The crack was like an insurmountable chasm, completely separating the Marines from the Whitebeard Pirates.

Whitebeard stood tall and firm in front of the crack, facing the Marine forces who were on guard.

At the same time, the Marine Headquarters began to shake violently, and the originally solid buildings showed signs of collapse, with large pieces of bricks and tiles constantly falling from high places, raising dust into the sky.

"Stop Whitebeard! We can't let him destroy this island!"

The Marines under the teetering tall buildings shouted in panic, scrambling to dodge, trying to avoid the deadly threats falling from the sky.