After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

"It's Martin. You think you can just challenge whoever his father is?"

Another man stepped forward, brandishing two swords incessantly.

“Alright, Joz, Vista, Martin are guests. How can you treat guests like this?”

When Whitebeard saw that the others were about to speak up, he quickly spoke first to stop them.

Of those present, only Marco remained silent. He knew Martin's strength, and the others also knew how terrifying Martin was.

"If you're not satisfied, I can fight your father again."

Martin noticed the disdainful looks on the faces of the others.

I came out to borrow some money, and you all gave me the cold shoulder. Looks like you won't be convinced unless I show you what I'm capable of.

"Martin, then I will grant your wish." After calming his son down, the white-bearded man spoke again.

Martin was about to say something when he was interrupted.

"Dad, you're no good! How can you just accept challenges from others like that?"

"If you want to challenge Dad, you'll have to get past me first."

Bista brandished his twin swords and charged forward: "Martin, you defeated me back then, but I am no longer the same. I will be your opponent."

Whitebeard reached out to stop him, but also wanted to give his son a chance to perform, so he watched quietly from the side.

Martin realized that unless he showed some strength, Whitebeard's sons wouldn't let him challenge Whitebeard.

Vista wielded his twin swords swiftly, his movements as graceful as flowers in spring.

"What's that kid doing?!"

"With this little strength, you think you can challenge Dad? You're overestimating yourself!"

"Brother Vista just brandished his sword a few times and he scared him so much he didn't dare move. He's a real talent!"

"He challenged Old Man Whitebeard, is he just trying to brag? So he can tell everyone he's the man who challenged Whitebeard, hahaha!"

Whitebeard frowned upon seeing Martin's actions. Although Vista wasn't the strongest in the pirate crew, he was still a swordsman, and a top-tier one at that. Whether he had real strength or was just scared out of his wits, Whitebeard was prepared to rescue him at any moment.

When Vista saw Martin standing there motionless, he looked down on Martin even more, thinking that Martin had no ability and yet he wanted to challenge his father.

Despite his dismissive attitude, Vista began to control his strength. After all, no matter how arrogant Martin was, he was now a guest of the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Clang clang!"

Two crisp knocking sounds rang out, and the Whitebeard Pirates' eyes bulged out, their mouths agape in astonishment. They had considered many possible outcomes, but never had they imagined this.

Martin was prepared to retaliate. Although Vista's swordplay was fast and flashy, he was able to keep up with the sword's trajectory perfectly and was confident that he could block the sword with his fist.

But Martin discovered that Vista's swords were getting slower and slower, and as a result, he was able to hold Vista's two swords between his four fingers.

Whitebeard stood up from his seat and saw Vista's sword about to strike Martin. He prepared to rush forward to save him, but at that moment he saw Martin stretch out his hands and catch Vista's sword with a few fingers.

"How is this possible!"

Whitebeard exclaimed in surprise, "It's easy to block a sword strike, but even I can't hold a sword between two fingers."

"Your swordsmanship is good, but your movements are too flashy. You've wasted all these years of practice, haven't you?" Martin said unhurriedly, as if he were a grandmaster of swordsmanship teaching a disciple.

"What do you mean the sword is good? It's just too flashy. If I wasn't afraid of killing you, would I have let you trap my sword?"

Thinking of this, Bista was like a sword, trying to pull it out from between Martin's fingers. But no matter how hard he pulled, Martin's two fingers wouldn't budge, and he couldn't get them out no matter how hard he tried.

Seeing Vista's expression, Martin knew he had given in, so he loosened his grip and released Vista's sword.

As soon as Vista sheathed his sword, he swung it rapidly again, this time with all his might. The sword danced in the air like blooming peach blossoms.

"Clang clang!"

After two crisp sounds, Martin once again caught Vista's sword.

once

secondary

three times

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The pressure from the clamping fingers had made them numb, but no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't break through Martin's fingers. Even when Martin used his sword energy, it was still the same; the sword energy was dissipated as soon as it got close to Martin.

"Hmph! He's just bullying Vista because he's strong. Vista, step aside and let me have a turn."

Joz was furious when he saw Martin tormenting Vista like that; he was never afraid of anyone when it came to strength.

Over the past few years, Joz's power has also increased significantly. Martin, try this move of mine.

Upon hearing Joz's shout, Vista jumped aside. He had already given it his all and was completely unable to defeat Martin. He hoped that his older brother Joz could help him get revenge.

Diamond Impact!

Jozu didn't hold back, immediately unleashing his signature move: his body surface began to rapidly diamondize. Diamonds are one of the hardest materials in the world, and since he obtained this Devil Fruit ability, very few people have been able to break through his defenses.

As Martin watched Joz charge toward him, he clenched his fist and unleashed a powerful punch.

"Oh!"

Martin's punch landed squarely on Joz, and the two were locked in a stalemate, neither able to determine who would win.

"puff!"

Joz coughed up a mouthful of blood, then his diamond-like body returned to normal, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

"How is this possible!"

"What happened?!"

"One hit, just one hit and Brother Jozu coughed up blood and collapsed!"

The members of the Whitebeard Pirates gasped, their faces filled with shock. Who was Jozu? The man with the strongest defense in the pirate crew.

"Martin must have cheated, otherwise how could he have knocked down Brother Joz with one punch?"

"Yes, yes, yes! That must be it!"

"What did you do to Brother Joz?!"

"Confess!"

The Whitebeard Pirates began to surround Martin, one by one, trapping him in the middle.

Yes, it's true that the Demon Sword Martin is one of the Five Emperors, but the opponent is a master swordsman. Yet, the opponent defeated Diamond Jozu without even using a sword, which simply doesn't make sense.

Whitebeard was still reeling from Jozu's defeat. He never imagined that his son, with the strongest defense, couldn't withstand a single blow. In countless battles, Jozu had emerged unscathed from the enemy's relentless bombardment.

Martin didn't even use a knife!

It seems Martin has gotten much stronger in recent years.

"stop!"

Whitebeard roared and got up from his seat.

The members of the Whitebeard Pirates turned to look at Whitebeard when they heard their father's voice, wondering why he had called them back. They all stood there dumbfounded.

"Our Whitebeard Pirates are not a sore loser. If we lose, we lose, no matter what methods our opponents use. Do you think your enemies will tell you what methods they are going to use when you are fighting them?"

"Marco should take Joz to get treatment so that he doesn't suffer any lasting effects."

When Marco heard his father call him, he transformed and jumped directly to Jozu's side, picked him up, and flew to the side to check on him.

"Martin, you've made a fool of yourself."

Whitebeard flicked the naginata in his hand, and a powerful gust of air rushed straight towards Martin, making his hair fly wildly.

Martin looked at the white beard, and with that tall and strong body standing in front of him, a huge pressure came over him. Then, his body began to unconsciously circulate his domineering aura.

“Look, look! Martin, who was so arrogant just now, is now trembling with fear as soon as Dad stands in front of him. It seems he cheated to defeat Brother Joz.”

"Seriously, this Martin is shaking so badly!"

"Hahaha, I was right! He only challenged Dad to brag, and even if he loses to Dad, it's still a valuable asset."

The other members of the Whitebeard Pirates, seeing Martin's state, showered him with contempt and ridicule. Their pride as the world's strongest pirate crew was not to be trifled with.

Whitebeard was puzzled as he looked at the trembling Martin. How could someone who could knock Jozu down with one punch be so scared that he was trembling when he saw him? That didn't make sense!

"I'm trembling because I'm excited. After all these years, I can finally fight Whitebeard again."

Martin rolled his eyes.

"call!"

The Whitebeard Pirates stared wide-eyed at Martin, as if he were a monster, filled with excitement and agitation.

Was that trembling just now not from fear, but from excitement? How could there be such a person in the world, excited while fighting the world's strongest? Isn't he afraid of being killed or injured?

"Gulalala! Gulalala! Gulalala!"

Whitebeard paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Alright, this is interesting, very interesting. It's been so many years since anyone has spoken to me like this. This is truly fascinating. In return, I won't hold back in the fight later. Are you prepared to be beaten to death, Martin?"

"Come on, come on, let's start the battle quickly, I can't wait any longer."

Martin smiled slightly after hearing Whitebeard's words.

"call!"

A gust of wind blew by, and the surface instantly fell silent. Both the pirates of the Whitebeard Pirates and Whitebeard himself fell silent. It was unbelievable that there were such people in the world, who were not afraid of dying in order to fight a strong opponent.

Whitebeard silently took a few steps.

"Bah!"

He thrust his naginata into the ground, preparing for battle. He looked at Martin with a cold and dignified gaze, but did not make a move beforehand. Instead, he waited quietly for Martin's attack.

Martin's trembling body calmed down, and he looked at Whitebeard with the same unwavering gaze. The two stared at each other like statues.

"What's going on? Why aren't they attacking yet!"

"What are the old men doing? Why haven't they made a move yet!"

"I'm so anxious! Why haven't they made a move yet!"

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