Pirate: I'm an admiral now, what's wrong with taking a little extra money?

A massive longsword slashed across, unleashing a violent shockwave that forced Borsalino's elemental form back.

Whitebeard held a knife in one hand, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"If you want to cross the line, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"

Kuzan stepped forward, and the deep blue freezing air condensed again.

Whitebeard's breathing grew weaker and weaker. He knew he had reached his limit. Having bought time for the new era to retreat before his death, he hadn't lost out in this battle.

However, just as Whitebeard was about to bleed his last drop of blood.

A sudden burst of extremely arrogant and chilling laughter rang out from the ruins behind Marineford Fortress.

"Thief hahaha! Thief hahahaha!"

Laughter pierced the sea breeze and echoed above the silent abyss.

Everyone in the room turned their heads at the same time.

Step, step, step.

A fat, bulky figure, wearing a tattered black coat, slowly emerged from the ruins of the collapsed naval headquarters building.

He carried a wine jug in his hand, several muskets were tucked into his waistband, and his missing front teeth were stretched into an extremely arrogant grin.

Behind him stood several tall figures dressed in prison uniforms, exuding an aura of extreme evil—the Evil King, the Giant Battleship, the Crescent Moon Hunter, and the Forward Impel Down Warden, Shiryu of the Rain!

That's a legendary criminal who can only be found in Level 6 of Impel Down!

"Blackbeard...Teach!"

Whitebeard's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingers gripping Murakumogiri cracked with rage.

Teach stood on high ground, looking down at the exhausted white-bearded man, and then at the shattered Marineford.

He suddenly opened his hands, and a ball of pitch-black energy that absorbed all light churned wildly in his palms.

"Dad, it really breaks my heart to see you in such a miserable state."

Blackbeard's smile gradually turned cruel.

"This Marineford stage is perfect for me to announce the arrival of a new era! Hahahaha!"

Chapter 285 ONE PIECE is real! Whitebeard has fallen!

Blackbeard's laughter echoed throughout the arena.

Teach stepped on the rubble, opened his arms, and opened his tattered coat.

"Hahaha! I've caught the biggest show on the high seas! Dad, it's heartbreaking to see your guts spilling out!"

The arrogant noise was broadcast throughout the world via the loudspeaker Den Den Mushi.

“Shiryu of the Rain?” Zeff stood on the broken execution platform, his gaze fixed on the swordsman behind Teach who was chewing a cigar, his face grim. “You bastard, what happened in Impel Down!”

Shiryu exhaled a puff of smoke, slowly drawing his famous sword from his waist. The blade scraped against the scabbard, producing a sharp metallic tremor.

"What happened? Obviously, I switched to a more promising company."

"Hahaha! Marshal Zeffa, thank you for bringing all your troops here!" Teach put his hands on his hips, grinning widely. "Impreg has been completely smashed to pieces! That idiot Magellan is lying in a pool of blood right now!"

The naval camp was in turmoil.

Teach raised his hand, pointing to the abyss ahead, then to the battered whitebeard.

"For this day, I've been a lackey on the Moby Dick for decades. Look at this, what a perfect plan! My father is dying, Akainu is buried underground. The Navy and the Whitebeard Pirates are both severely damaged!"

Teach held his head in his hands and laughed wildly, looking up at the sky.

"From this day forward, this sea shall be ruled by me, Blackbeard!"

The entire room fell silent.

Hey.

A large military boot, soaked in blood, slammed heavily onto the broken stone slab.

Teach's laughter stopped abruptly.

Whitebeard gripped the hilt of Murakumogiri and pulled the great sword from the ice. Blood dripped down his chin. Half of his abdomen had been burned through by lava, and his heartbeat was so weak it was almost stopped.

But he straightened his back.

“Teach…” Whitebeard gasped, “You’re the only one who doesn’t deserve to call me daddy.”

boom!

Whitebeard took a step forward, and a terrifying killing intent erupted once again from his tattered body.

The expressions of the Blackbeard Pirates' members changed slightly. Laffitte stopped spinning his cane, the massive warship took a half-step back, and the Evil King's smile froze on his face.

Teach's eyes twitched, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Whitebeard's imposing presence had been etched into his bones for decades; it was a deep-seated fear of facing the world's strongest man.

But he quickly regained his composure.

"Old man, you can't even stand properly, yet you want to kill me?" Teach suddenly stomped his foot and slammed his hands on the ground. "You're no match for me now! Dark pressure points!"

Pure darkness erupted from Teach's palm. The black gravitational field expanded wildly, devouring the rubble, weapons, and mangled corpses on the ground.

"Hahaha! Useless old man!" Teach raised his hands, black energy churning around him. "Before absolute darkness, vibrations will only... Ughhhhhh!"

His arrogant words turned into a piercing scream.

Whitebeard did not activate the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.

Black and red Conqueror's Haki lightning coiled tightly around the blade of Murakumogiri.

The world's strongest physical skills, combined with ultimate domineering aura, are unleashed in a simple, straightforward slash.

The blade sliced ​​through the black mist in an instant.

The sharp blade slashed directly into Teach's right shoulder.

Blood gushed out.

The side effects of the Dark-Dark Fruit doubling the absorption of pain suddenly erupted, Teach's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, and he rolled wildly on the ground, his features contorted into a grotesque mess.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

“Arrogance, recklessness.” Whitebeard looked down at Teach, who was rolling on the ground, his eyes cold. “That’s your weakness.”

Whitebeard raised his right foot and stomped hard on Teach's chest.

He bent down, his huge left hand gripping Teach's thick neck tightly, lifting him off the ground with one hand.

Just seconds ago, Blackbeard was all-powerful, but now his feet were dangling in the air, kicking wildly, and his face was turning purple.

"Let go...cough cough..." Teach desperately pried at Whitebeard's fingers with both hands, his face covered in tears and snot. Seeing the resolute killing intent in Whitebeard's eyes, his last line of defense completely collapsed.

"Dad! Stop!" Teach cried out hoarsely, his legs trembling. "I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please let me go! I'm your son!"

Extreme arrogance and extreme cowardice.

On the battlefield, hundreds of thousands of people looked at this despicable man with nothing but contempt in their eyes.

A deep sadness flashed in the white-bearded man's eyes.

He did not answer.

The muscles in his right hand bulged, ready to crush the rebellious son's cervical spine completely.

Just as the five fingers were about to come together.

puff--

Whitebeard opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto Teach's face.

His body suddenly froze.

His strength was completely depleted, and the fatal stiffness caused by the complete failure of his internal organs struck him in that crucial half-second.

The pressure on her neck loosened slightly.

Teach seized the opportunity and kicked Whitebeard hard in the abdominal wound with both feet, using the force to fall backward to the ground.

He gasped for breath, scrambling and crawling behind the convict. The threat of death before him had driven him completely insane.

"Kill him! Kill him now!" Teach roared sharply, pointing at the white-bearded man who stood frozen in place.

Shiryu spat out his cigar, drew his sword, and charged.

Katrin Deme raised her spear.

Basque Chote swung his flask-shaped hammer.

Lafayette spread her wings.

Countless figures rushed toward the unsuspecting mutilated body.

A famous sword pierced through the right abdomen.

The spear pierced through his left chest.

The giant hammer slammed heavily onto his back.

A sharp sword sliced ​​open her legs.

"Zehahaha! Die, you old man!" Teach pulled out his musket and frantically pulled the trigger at Whitebeard's head and chest.

Bang bang bang bang!

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

The gunshots lasted for a full two minutes.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

The Blackbeard Pirates retreated, Teach lowered his scorching gun barrel, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and grinned, ready to burst into laughter again.

The sound got stuck in my throat.

Whitebeard did not fall.

He had endured hundreds of fatal attacks, riddled with wounds and drained of blood. His eyes had lost their focus.

Roger's voice echoed deep within his mind.