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"Dad!!"
Marco choked up as he looked at the tall shadow that was gradually becoming clearer in the dim white light.
Tears suddenly seeped out of his eyes, which had already turned red but he couldn't stop them.
That man, in his lifeti, had been Marco's faith.
Tears blurred his vision as he cried and laughed uncontrollably, overwheld by emotions. He had waited so long, for so many years.
Hearing those familiar voices that once seed like a dream, long-buried emotions and mories surged within him, flooding his mind all at once.
His life had stretched on for what felt like an eternity.
In the past, he often said he was a man hated by the world. But then, he t Whitebeard—the old man with the White Beard who called him "son." Just hearing those words had made him incredibly happy. Truly happy.
Once, he had followed Whitebeard into countless battles, rising to the rank of captain of the First Division. But despite all his efforts, he could never quite picture how he might look wearing a sword at his waist.
Yet, at the Navy Headquarters, he lost everything.
People saw Whitebeard's unparalleled power and the burning fla of Ace, but no one noticed him—the blonde man who once fought alongside Whitebeard, now covered in wounds. His fla was blue, not as fierce as Ace's, but it had the power to absorb damage, to protect his family.
He was Marco The Phoenix.
Though his wounds could heal, the pain in his heart was harder to recover from.
The king had fallen. In the chaotic, post-pirate era, the blue fla of the Phoenix beca the last refuge for Whitebeard's forr subordinates.
"The winner takes it all?"
He had gambled his life and dignity in the final battle, but in the end, he lost. And so, he beca a lonely gravekeeper. Day and night, he stayed to help his beloved father, guarding his last resting place.
Now, finally, he heard the voice he had missed for so long. He had t the person he would never forget.
"Dad!!"
Tears welled up in his eyes.
Marco's shout resounded throughout the world.
The human figure slowly beca clear, and there, standing before Marco, was the iconic figure he had longed to see.
A White Beard, curving upward like a crescent, frad his face. With steady steps, he moved forward, his sturdy fra covered in well-defined muscles.
He slowly opened his eyes, the depth of them full of aning.
Then, without a word, he extended his large hand toward Marco, who knelt on the ground, crying uncontrollably.
"Silly son, don't cry. I'm back."
As the voice echoed, a mighty aura surged from his towering form, stretching from heaven to earth as if it would pierce the very sky. The world around him seed to tremble—the sky and earth shifting in color, the wind howling fiercely.
"It's really noisy," he muttered, his voice carrying an unmistakable weight. "Even if I die, there's still no peace."
Whitebeard laughed heroically, looking down at the battlefield below and quickly locking onto Blackbeard's figure.
"Teach!!"
With those words, he declared, "This ti, I'll end it here."
He took a deep breath, a wicked curve forming at the corner of his mouth. In an instant, a dazzling white halo enveloped his fist, radiating an intense energy. His arm bent, extending to one side, and then—
Bang!!
Massive lumps of muscle bulged from his arms like molten magma, veins pulsing with power. A suffocating pressure rose, thick enough to make Liu Feng and the Golden Lion squint their eyes in response.
"Gulala!!"
"Teach, let see with my own eyes what progress you've made since you gained my ability!!"
Whitebeard's eyes flashed with a fierce fighting spirit.
With a single punch, he swung out—
Boom!!
A deep, thunderous explosion echoed through the air. Countless cracks shot out from where his fist landed, spreading like a spider web across the void.
In the next mont, the earth trembled violently!
The very fabric of the void twisted, layer by layer, as the ground lifted and shattered into jagged pieces. Irresistible shockwaves from the earthquake surged forward, racing toward the pale-faced, black-beard.
The fatal crisis was upon him, rushing toward him with relentless fury.
Blackbeard, still reeling from the shock of Whitebeard's resurrection, finally regained his composure.
He gritted his teeth, his expression twisting into a grin as he shouted:
"Jihahahahahaha!!"
"Dad!!"
"I'm not afraid of you now!!"
"I now also hold the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit—the power to destroy the world!!"
With that, he threw a heavy punch into the void!
Boom!!
In midair, the shockwaves from their punches collided with a terrifying force!
The entire island groaned, its foundation seeming to strain under the imnse power.
In the next mont, before the eyes of countless stunned onlookers, a massive crack began to form at the very center of the collision. It quickly spread across the island, splitting it apart.
Seawater gushed out, rushing forward with a deafening roar.
Boom!!
The violent surge of water echoed like a war cry.
The entire island—its very core—was torn asunder by the collision of their abilities, splitting cleanly in two!
The earth quaked, the sky trembled, and everything in sight seed to buckle under the overwhelming force.
It was as if the end of the world had co.
This was the ultimate showdown of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
A catastrophic collision of "the power to destroy the world."
A definitive break between the old era and the new.
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