Chapter 221 - 222: Become My Son!

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Chapter 221: Chapter 222: Become My Son! Pushing Jotaro aside, looking at the dent on the Moby Dick, Whitebeard’s heart ached. Yet he had no thought of retaliating against Jotaro. To be honest, during the clash of Haki with Jotaro, he had already been won over by the other’s bearing. That instant made him recall the feeling of his younger days. It had been a long time since he had fought so happily. On the Grand Line, there were also many blind pirates who challenged him, but most were clowns jumping about, coming with the goal of making a name. Whitebeard could feel that Jotaro was absolutely not someone who cared about reputation. Otherwise, at the very start, why would he propose a deal of fine wine? He could have simply challenged him directly. But just for a log pose, to go to war against one of the Four Emperors, it shouldn’t have to go that far either. "Hm?" Whitebeard activated his Observation Haki and discovered that on Jotaro’s ship, besides the three who were carefully peeking this way from the deck, inside one cabin there were also the auras of two more people. One of them had a very weak aura, as if stricken with some grave illness. ’So that’s how it is...’ Whitebeard stood still at the bow, gazing at Jotaro, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. ’Not bad!’ To stand for his crew, unafraid of one of Four Emperor’s might, daring to oppose the entire Whitebeard Pirates, this boldness and magnanimity, it stirred him so much he could hardly contain himself. Jotaro, clutching his bleeding chest, used Ripple to ease the injury, while at the same time noticing that Marco and the others had long since boarded the ship. He realized the current situation was extremely unfavorable. Just from the aura these people gave off, Jotaro could tell their strength was no small thing. Dealing with Whitebeard alone was already hard enough, add these people, and he would have no chance of victory. In Jotaro’s mind, countless thoughts flashed like thunder, changing instantly, as he thought of a way to break the deadlock. Seeing that Marco and the others intended to act to subdue Jotaro, Whitebeard stopped them, "This is between the old man and him. Do not act rashly." Then he looked at Jotaro and said, "We pirates don’t know how to make deals, but we will absolutely keep promises." "Next, I’ll make a promise with you." Jotaro had no other choice now, his tone flat, "What promise?" Whitebeard pointed to the island shrouded in poison gas nearby and said loudly, "We’ll go over there to fight again. Next, if you can endure three moves under my hand, I will give you the log pose." "Otherwise, how about you be my son?" Jotaro said nothing. When masters fight, victory or defeat often comes in an instant. Three moves were already somewhat too many. If both went all out, the winner would likely be decided in just one move. This agreement seemed fair, but in reality it favored Whitebeard more. But still, Jotaro had no other choice. This was his only chance of survival right now. "Then let’s settle it over there." Jotaro put his hands in his pockets, exhaled a breath. "What’s the point of fighting for victory or defeat? Just become Pops’ son already." Jozu cursed grumblingly. Whitebeard glared at him, his aura bursting out, and he soared directly into the sky, crashing down onto the land like a meteor. Jotaro followed close behind, the leap ability of Star Platinum attached to his body equally astonishing. After landing, the two faced each other, even the surrounding air turning sharp and bone-chilling. "Let’s be clear first, next, I’m going all out." Whitebeard grinned, baring his teeth. Not on his own ship, he could finally unleash himself. Jotaro didn’t speak, but his face grew extremely grave. Whitebeard spread his legs apart, power all focused in his legs, the smile on his face turning more and more ferocious. "First move!" BOOM! The island under Jotaro’s feet instantly split into two halves, suddenly beginning to collapse. His body staggered slightly. In that instant of distraction, Whitebeard had already lunged head-on. Under the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, the cracks in space were expanding bit by bit. The tearing force of space transmitted directly onto the body. Jotaro coughed out a mouthful of blood. Behind him, Star Platinum suddenly manifested, both fists swinging fiercely. Whitebeard’s strength was immense, but how could his speed compare with Star Platinum? As the tearing space ravaged Jotaro’s body, Star Platinum’s storm-like fists pounded relentlessly onto Whitebeard’s body. Whitebeard’s frame shook, his chest taking the blow directly. But he did not retreat, instead, he grinned wide, "Good! That’s the spirit!" He had thought Jotaro would go all out defending, never expecting him to defend by attacking. That strike had caught him completely off guard. Watching from outside, Marco sighed, "I hope I never have to face this guy." Seeing the others look over, he explained, "I’m not afraid of brutes, but I hate this kind of guy with brains." "This guy’s battle intuition is frighteningly sharp, always able to find the most reasonable response." "For example, if he had fully defended this strike, maybe he wouldn’t be injured, but Pops’ next two moves he absolutely couldn’t withstand." "Because of this, he chose to defend by attacking. Even if both sides suffer, he has to weaken Pops’ attack power." "Only by doing this does he have a chance." Taking the tearing space force with his own body, Jotaro was drenched in blood, looking terrifying to the eye. Yet Whitebeard had also taken damage, the power and speed of Star Platinum were no joke. Even with Haki defense, it had caused him no small amount of injury. "Second move!" This time, Whitebeard no longer used only the Tremor-Tremor Fruit’s ability. Both arms raised high, grasping Murakumogiri, he leaped forward. The Haki wrapped around the blade was several times more overwhelming than before. Jotaro’s eyes narrowed. In his current state, it was impossible to take this strike head-on. "Star Platinum!" "The World!" In an instant, heaven and earth went silent, ocean waves froze in midair, the crumbling island suspended at the final edge of collapse. Jotaro sidestepped Whitebeard’s slash. At the same time, Star Platinum in the still world dealt Whitebeard a heavy wound. Time started moving normally again. "What!" Whitebeard’s strike hit empty air, pain surging from his body making him spit a mouthful of blood. He braced himself with his blade, steadying his stance, looking at Jotaro who now stood in another position. "No wonder you accepted this unfair agreement. So you had a trump card after all." "Stopping time! I’ve never seen such an ability!" Wiping the blood from his mouth, Whitebeard said in a deep voice, "Third move, also the final strike!" He leapt high, waves of force bursting from his whole body. The Tremor-Tremor Fruit’s power gathered onto his fist, as if to shatter the entire space with a single punch. "Become my son!!!" BOOM!!! Heaven and earth shook violently, waves rolled, half the island completely collapsed. The Moby Dick and Jotaro’s ship were both pushed dozens of miles away by the surging waves. Everyone held their breath, staring at the cloud of dust that filled the sky. ——— When the dust finally cleared, amid the broken rocks, two figures still stood tall, facing each other across the gap. Even after a long time, neither made any movement. Marco finally realized something was wrong, shifted to half-beast form, and quickly flew toward the island. "This...!!" When he saw the two figures clearly, Marco’s eyes widened, his mind blank. In that instant, he even forgot to breathe. Jotaro and Whitebeard, both covered in wounds, consciousness long since gone, yet they still stood like war gods rooted to the earth, neither having fallen. ═❀═❀═❀═❀═❀═❀═ patreon.com/XenosX ????Joining Patreon keeps me motivated and eager to work diligently, so please consider joining.????

Chapter 221 - 222: Become My Son!

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