Chapter 167: 167. Start

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Check out advanced chapters on P@treon: [email protected]/CosmicKaminari ---------- Dark clouds gathered ominously, spreading across the sky like an all-encompassing shroud. Thunder flashed in an instant, illuminating the scene with a blinding glare, as if nature itself were responding to the suffocating tension in the air. Whitebeard sat firmly in the center of the Moby Dick, his massive naginata, Murakumogiri, in hand. His gaze was locked onto Alex, who hovered in the sky, smiling down with an unsettling calm. Whitebeard's anger and sheer power radiated outward without the need for words, a silent declaration of his fury. It didn't matter what Alex's true intentions were, or what thoughts lingered in the minds of Whitebeard's crew. The moment Alex made his first move, the lines had been drawn. He was an enemy. "Alex!" Whitebeard roared, his voice booming like a thunderclap, infused with the overwhelming might of Conqueror's Haki. The surrounding sea churned violently, waves crashing against the Moby Dick as if even the ocean bowed to his rage. But Alex remained unshaken. Standing high in the sky, his right hand turned outward once more. With the same unsettling smile, he gazed down at the figures below. They had blocked one of his attacks. But what about the second? The archipelago surrounding Alex moved at his will. Without lifting a finger, the islands began to shift and coalesce under his control. The power of his awakened Float-Float Fruit enhanced by his More-More Fruit expanded the size of these islands, multiplying them to monstrous proportions. What once resembled the size of a town now grew to rival entire nations, each island larger than the last. The shadow they cast was absolute. The sky above was swallowed in darkness, blotting out the sun for tens of thousands of meters below. The sheer scale was unimaginable—an abyss-like night descended over the battlefield. Under the crushing shadow of the falling islands, the Moby Dick seemed no greater than an ant. Panic spread like wildfire. "What is he doing?!" "This... this can't be real..." "Is this... the power of a god?!" The despair was palpable. Many pirates lost their morale entirely, collapsing to their knees under the oppressive sight of the descending mass. Even Marco was at a loss for words. No encouragement, no commands came from his mouth. How could he inspire hope in the face of such devastation? Jozu, who had once believed his diamond-hard body could turn the tide, now realized the truth. Compared to this overwhelming force, he was as insignificant as a mayfly trying to topple a tree. The members of the Red-Haired Pirates stood frozen, their faces pale with shock. If the world at large were to witness such divine power, it would send tremors across the seas. This wasn't just the strength of a powerful man—this was a force capable of reshaping the world itself. With a deafening roar, the massive island began its descent. There was no time to run, no space to escape. The overwhelming shadow bore down upon them, filling their entire field of vision. They could do nothing but cry out, helpless: "Daddy!!" In this desperate moment, it became clear—Alex wasn't just trying to destroy them. He was forcing Whitebeard to unleash his true power. This wasn't merely a battle of strength. It was a test of whether Whitebeard could wield the full, terrifying might of the Quake-Quake Fruit, a power that could destroy the world itself. On the vast seas of the New World, few could truly draw Alex's attention in battle. Yet, standing before him now was none other than Edward Newgate, Whitebeard, the one man capable of commanding his respect. As the terrified cries of his sons echoed around him, Whitebeard stood resolute. Even in the face of Alex's overwhelming display of power, this was a man who had faced countless legends, including the former Golden Lion, and emerged unbroken. Whitebeard inhaled deeply, his massive chest expanding as his muscles tensed and bulged, veins surging across his frame like rivers of raw power. His immense strength seemed ready to erupt at any moment. Planting his massive naginata, firmly into the deck of the Moby Dick, Whitebeard let it stand upright as if it alone could support the ship. He stretched his hands into the void, gripping the very air itself. And then, with a mighty yank— The world quaked. The power of the Quake-Quake, the strongest of all Paramecia abilities, erupted violently. BOOM! BOOM! The air itself trembled, groaning under the strain of the devastating vibrations. The sea surrounding the Moby Dick, spanning tens of thousands of meters, rippled like fragile glass beneath the force of Whitebeard's power. The ocean itself seemed to break apart, carved into massive, flat sections like slices of cake. The separated waters shifted crookedly, exposing the deep abyss below. As the vibration spread, waves surged skyward. The sea rose, twisting into massive columns like tsunamis reaching for the heavens. They spiraled and collided in a chaotic dance, resembling the violent meeting of continents and oceans. It was nothing short of cataclysmic. The scale of Whitebeard's attack dwarfed even Alex's own island-smashing power. The monstrous tsunamis he summoned were not mere waves but a testament to the strength of his Quake-Quake Fruit. Alex's floating islands, now massive enough to overshadow towns and even nations, began to descend again. But as they fell, Whitebeard's shockwaves disrupted their path, slowing their terrifying speed. Still, the force of Alex's power remained overwhelming, and the islands continued to bear down with unrelenting momentum. Whitebeard knew that even this vast ocean could not fully counter the magnitude of such an assault. Whitebeard grasped his naginata in one colossal hand, then leapt into the air with a force so powerful it caused the Moby Dick to sink momentarily beneath the waves. Using Moonwalk, he vaulted high above the deck, positioning himself between the ship and the descending island. Gripping Murakumogiri with both hands, Whitebeard channeled all his power into the weapon. A blinding white aura surrounded the blade, flickering like lightning as it radiated his devastating quake energy. From the ground below, his massive frame looked minuscule against the island's monstrous size. Yet the brilliance of his weapon seemed capable of piercing even the darkest abyss. CRACK! Whitebeard's strike split the air itself, sending kilometers-long fissures rippling through the atmosphere. With veins bulging across his body and his face contorted with the effort of his assault, Whitebeard unleashed the combined force of his Quake-Quake Fruit and the energy of the colossal tsunamis he had summoned earlier. The air quaked, and a shockwave surged forward, slamming into the island like a tidal wave of raw power. BOOM!!! The island, once whole, fractured under the overwhelming force of Whitebeard's attack. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface, splitting it cleanly into two massive halves. The impact shattered the island's momentum. Its trajectory veered wildly, and the two colossal fragments fell into the sea, far from the Moby Dick. "Shock incoming! Get ready!!" The Whitebeard Pirates braced themselves as the shattered islands plunged into the ocean with earth-shaking force. PENG!!! The resulting impact sent massive waves crashing outward. Creatures beneath the surface were obliterated by the sheer force of the collision, their remains blending into the bloody waters of the sea. The waves rose higher and higher, towering kilometers above even Alex's position in the sky. These tsunamis, born from the destruction of the islands, surged outward like a new, cataclysmic assault. BOOM! Before the waves could reach the Moby Dick, Whitebeard's vibrations erupted once more. The air around the ship cracked and shattered, forcing the tsunamis back into the sea with immense force. The towering waves collapsed, and the sea stabilized—though the Moby Dick trembled violently from the aftermath.

Chapter 167: 167. Start

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