The Flesh of the Pirate Becomes a God

The terrifying sword light turned the entire sky red, and the atmosphere shattered by Whitebeard's ability instantly turned into nothingness.

The clouds in the sky were also dispersed by this terrifying sword energy, and the sword energy slowly enveloped White Beard.

Whitebeard's face condensed. He could feel the fatal threat from this sword energy, as if if he didn't do anything to resist, this sword could kill him.

Whitebeard thought in his mind that Ai En had not been seen for eight years, but he didn't expect that his strength was so terrifying.

Although Whitebeard was surprised in his heart, the movements of his hands did not stop. Whitebeard stretched out his arms, and his two fists were covered with Liuying Haki.

And with the blessing of Devil Fruit ability, Whitebeard roared angrily, and punched both sides with both fists at the same time. In an instant, the air shattered along Whitebeard's fists.

The cracks in the atmosphere spread to the end of the sky. From a distance, it seemed as if the world was shattered.

As Whitebeard's abilities developed, the terrifying sword energy around him was slowly resisted outside his body.

But looking at the white beard, it was obvious that he was struggling to hold on. His arms were trembling, his teeth were clenched, and there were a few drops of sweat on his head.

The cracks in the surrounding atmosphere caused by Whitebeard were also slowly being swallowed up by the sword energy. Finally, the sword energy slowly receded, and the sun shone on the sea again.

Whitebeard also breathed a sigh of relief. If the sword energy lasted for more than ten seconds, he might not be able to hold on anymore. Whitebeard looked at Ai En standing in the air with some breathlessness.

He laughed loudly and said, "Your strength is indeed terrifying, but I am Whitebeard, how could I be defeated so easily by you?"

Whitebeard stepped hard on the air, and with a click, the air beneath his feet shattered. Whitebeard was like a stream of light, killing Ai En.

Whitebeard pulled out the Cong Yunqi from his waist, raised the razor high, and wrapped the armed color Liuying Haki and the Overlord color Haki around it, and it also had an extremely powerful vibration ability.

An unstoppable aura burst out from Whitebeard's body, and a knife struck from top to bottom towards Ain's head.

Obviously, Whitebeard is going to use his true strength. Didn't you see that he even used the Overlord's Color Coil? Ai En felt the terrifying pressure coming from above.

The blood in his body gradually boiled, and a terrifying aura emanated from Ain's body, causing the void around him to buzz.

Ai En held the supremely fast sword Taotie in his hand, with the same domineering and armed colors entwining him. Ai En laughed loudly.

"You are very good, Whitebeard. You made my blood that had been cooling for eight years gradually boil. This is something I have never experienced before fighting with the Golden Lion."

As expected of you, the future strongest man in the world, Edward Newgate. Of course, the last sentence was what Ai En said in his heart.

Ai En clenched the Taotie with both hands, and his eyes revealed an extremely dangerous aura. Ai En swung his sword and faced Cong Yunqie who was swinging at him with white beard.

With a bang, the overlord-colored domineering energy on their weapons collided together. The surrounding atmosphere cracked layer by layer, and the sea surface beneath their feet also surged.

The two looked at each other and laughed. If you look carefully, you can see that their weapons did not actually collide with each other, but were separated by some distance.

This is an attack that can only be carried out by the most powerful people in the sea. The clash between the domineering and domineering entanglements of the king is also the clash between the two people's spirit.

But in terms of the domineering level of the Overlord, Ai En definitely crushes Whitebeard, which causes Whitebeard to gradually fall into a disadvantage.

Whitebeard's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at himself, Cong Yunqie. The muscles in his hands were trembling, and his domineering energy and fruit abilities were also being crazily injected into the razor in his hand.

But all of this is useless in the face of Ai En's absolute strength. After all, the gap in strength between the two is quite large, with a gap of 300 points in comprehensive force value.

That was something that Whitebeard could not reverse. An evil smile appeared on the corner of Ai En's mouth, and his arms suddenly exerted force, and his domineering level increased to a new level.

In an instant, the original stalemate was broken, and Whitebeard felt a force that was no weaker than Rocks's force pass into his body through the razor.

Whitebeard's whole body shook violently, and he could no longer resist Ai En's power. Ai En's Taotie bounced away, and White Beard's razor was somewhat weak.

A ray of sword light directly hit Whitebeard's chest, and with a pop, blood splattered everywhere.

Like a stream of light, Whitebeard was swept away by Ai En's sword, spitting out a mouthful of blood on the way.

On the Moby Dick, Marco, Jozi and Bista opened their mouths wide and looked at this scene in great surprise.

They didn't believe at all that their father, who was as powerful as a god, was actually knocked away. The three of them shouted for father.

Marco couldn't even help himself and activated his Devil Fruit in the form of a phoenix, an animal-type fantasy beast, and flew into the sky.

Marco's feet turned into sharp claws, and his arms turned into wings burning with blue flames. He flapped his wings and chased after Whitebeard in the direction where he flew backwards.

Just when Marco was about to fly out of the Moby Dick, suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

The man opened his big hand and grabbed Marco's head. Boska flicked it and threw Marco back to the deck.

Marco shook his head, stood up slowly, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Bosca flying in the sky.

Shouted loudly, "What are you doing? Didn't you see that dad has vomited blood?" Marco's voice was filled with anxiety and anger.

Bosca snorted coldly, and the sound made Marco's ears buzz. Bosca looked down at Marco and said as if he were an ant.

"Based on your strength, I'm afraid you will be shocked to death by the aftermath before you reach the place where they are fighting."

"This will also distract Whitebeard. Our captain does not want to fight Whitebeard who is not at his peak."

"So if you are causing trouble, don't blame me for being rude. Although I can't kill you, I can still knock you out."

Marco was so angry that he almost went to the sky when he heard Bosca's contemptuous voice.

His hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his nails were dug into his flesh. His body was trembling. Bosca's words also made him sober up.

He knew that Bosca's words were correct. With his current strength, he really couldn't bear the aftermath of the battle between Whitebeard and Ion.

But he also hates it. He hates his own strength. Why is he so weak?Weak as an ant, he couldn't even bear the aftermath of his father's battle.

What qualifications did he have to be his father's son? This also planted a seed in the heart of Marco, who was only 12 years old, to become stronger.