The spear looked like a divine weapon cast down from the highest heavens, carrying enough power to destroy the world.
With every forceful swing of Enel's arm, a lightning spear tore through the air with overwhelming momentum, piercing several scorching lasers with perfect accuracy.
Each collision triggered a violent explosion. The lightning bursting from them resembled a brilliant sun suddenly rising, illuminating the entire battlefield as brightly as day.
The glare was so intense that people could barely open their eyes, while deafening thunder shook their ears, making it feel as though the whole world might collapse beneath that overwhelming power.
"Yehahaha! Now this is power worthy of a god!"
Enel threw his head back and laughed wildly amid the dazzling lightning, his voice overflowing with boundless arrogance.
Just then, his sharp gaze caught sight of an especially thick laser racing toward him like a giant python.
The corner of his mouth rose with mild interest.
"Oh? That one looks a little more entertaining."
He made no attempt to dodge. Instead, he spread his arms and openly welcomed the violent beam.
To everyone's astonishment, the seemingly unstoppable laser disappeared into his body the moment it struck him, absorbed without leaving the slightest trace.
The energy did not vanish. It was rapidly converted inside him, transforming into even stronger and more violent lightning.
"Take it back."
Enel coldly flicked one finger.
A thunderstorm infused with the laser's energy erupted like an enraged beast and roared toward Uranus.
The air was torn apart wherever it passed, releasing sharp, piercing shrieks.
In a single instant, several of Uranus's cannon ports were blasted to pieces, their shattered remains scattering in every direction.
Afterward, Enel wore an openly contemptuous expression as he settled back onto the thick thundercloud beneath him.
He casually crossed one leg over the other and muttered,
"It couldn't even make this god break a sweat."
At that moment, a booming laugh rolled across the battlefield like thunder.
"Gurararara! Looks like I'll have to join in after all!"
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw Whitebeard's tall, imposing figure slowly rise.
He was the man hailed as the strongest in the world.
His nearly seven-meter-tall body stood like a towering mountain, and the shadow it cast brought everyone around him a strange sense of security.
Whitebeard gripped the legendary Murakumogiri firmly in one hand and slammed the butt of the naginata against the deck.
The force of the impact was staggering.
The entire Pluton shook violently, as if it might be overturned by that single strike.
Everyone aboard felt that earth-shaking strength and instinctively looked at him with awe.
A dense swarm of lasers came pouring mercilessly toward Whitebeard like a torrential downpour.
His deep, steady gaze instantly sharpened.
It was as if flames had suddenly ignited within his eyes. His piercing stare passed through the curtain of light and locked onto the deadly attacks rushing toward him.
His empty left hand slowly curled into a rock-hard fist.
As it tightened, the massive muscles along his thick arm bulged like the ancient roots of a weathered tree.
Every muscle fiber seemed filled with endless power beneath his taut skin, ready to break free and unleash enough force to tear the world apart.
The mysterious power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit began gathering silently around his fist.
It was a vast force born from heaven and earth itself.
A low rumble spread through the air as the surrounding space began to react.
Faint vibrations rippled outward.
Then cracks resembling a spiderweb appeared in the air.
They twisted and spread like winding streams or wild vines, growing farther with every passing second, as though the space around him had become fragile beneath the pressure of his power.
"Air Quake!"
Whitebeard thrust his fist forward with a deep roar.
His voice rang across the battlefield like a massive bell, carrying unmatched authority.
There was no spectacular flash accompanying his strike, nor any deafening explosion announcing its arrival.
Yet that seemingly simple punch contained enough force to overturn heaven and earth.
An invisible shockwave spread outward from his body like ripples caused by a boulder dropping into a still lake.
Everywhere it passed, space became as fragile as glass.
The raging lasers that had seemed impossible to stop struck the invisible vibration and came to an abrupt halt, like speeding trains crashing into an unbreakable wall.
In the next instant, the brilliant beams shattered one after another.
They broke apart into their most basic particles of light, scattering in every direction before fading into the air.
"An attack at this level…"
Whitebeard calmly drew back his powerful fist.
Then he lifted Murakumogiri onto his shoulder, his gaze filled with bold disdain.
"…isn't even enough to warm my sons up!"
Every word carried the confidence and overwhelming presence of a true legend.
Above the turbulent sea, Whitebeard's snow-white crescent mustache moved in the wind, adding to his commanding appearance.
A moment later, however, his brows drew together.
A grave look appeared in his deep eyes.
The enormous cannon port hanging high in the sky had quietly begun gathering power once more—an energy even greater and more terrifying than before.
The flickering light within it seemed capable of destroying everything.
Whitebeard raised his head slightly and stared at the chilling cannon.
Then he drew in a deep breath.
It felt as though all the surrounding air had been pulled into his chest, filling his enormous body with limitless strength.
Without hesitation, he drove Murakumogiri into Pluton's solid deck.
Clang!
The blade struck with a sharp metallic crash, scattering sparks.
At the same time, Whitebeard clenched both hands into fists.
His knuckles turned white beneath the pressure, veins rising across his arms as if all his anger and fighting spirit were being gathered into those two fists.
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