Chapter 263: Berseker Wyper vs. Rakuyo
Boom—!!
A heaven-shaking flash of light burst forth. Terrifying shockwaves spread outward, carrying a vacuum as they swept in all directions.
Members of both pirate crews stared at the scene, each wearing expressions of astonishment.
The surroundings had already been leveled flat—not even a single blade of grass remained.
Vista and Jonathan were both blasted backward.
But before Vista could steady himself, Jonathan charged in again, moving at terrifying speed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Jonathan wielded Emma like an axe, relentlessly smashing against Vista's twin blades. Vista could only defend passively, his body forced to retreat again and again.
Jonathan's physique was something Vista simply couldn't compare to. After consuming both the Dinosaur Fruit and the Mad Lion Fruit, Jonathan's physical strength had reached an absurd level.
Before long, blood was already seeping from the tiger's mouths of Vista's hands.
"You've lost!"
Jonathan's cold voice rang out, and he followed up with a kick.
Bang!
Vista was sent flying, smashing heavily into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Vista…" Marco and the others cried out.
"I'm fine."
Vista slowly pushed himself up and waved his hand.
"Thank you for showing mercy," he said to Jonathan.
"Mm."
Jonathan nodded.
Immediately after, the Armament Haki within Emma's blade reemerged and flowed back into his body.
"Brother Jonathan is amazing!"
Buck and the others said in amazement.
"With some more time, you'll be able to do it too,"
Jonathan replied with a smile.
"Dad, I've disappointed you!"
Flower Sword Vista returned to Whitebeard's side, lowering his head as he spoke.
"Gurararara… There's always someone stronger, and the sea is full of powerful figures. No one's life goes smoothly from start to finish—I've been defeated before too,"
Whitebeard said with a booming laugh.
"Mm, Dad. I'll train harder from now on. One day, I'll definitely defeat him!"
Flower Sword Vista nodded heavily, his fighting spirit reigniting.
"Next one's me! Who's fighting me?!"
At that moment, Berserker Wyper stepped forward. His battle intent surged as his gaze swept across the Whitebeard Pirates.
"Berserker Wyper? I'll take you on!"
A man stepped out—of medium build, with messy brown hair and an eight-shaped mustache. He wore a dark yellow coat with a green lining over an open shirt, a green tank top underneath, and a red pirate sash around his waist.
A yellow scarf bearing the Whitebeard Pirates' emblem was tied around his head, and he carried a massive meteor hammer in his hand.
"You're Rakuyo, captain of the Whitebeard Pirates' Seventh Division?"
Wyper looked at him, a trace of dissatisfaction flashing through his eyes.
This guy had no Devil Fruit ability. His weapon was just that meteor hammer, and he was only a bit stronger than average.
How could someone like this be worthy of being his opponent?
"Looking down on me?"
Rakuyo's face darkened as he spoke coldly.
The meteor hammer in his hand—bigger than his face—smashed down violently.
Boom!!
A huge crater appeared in the ground.
"Fine, I'll play with you then!"
Wyper shrugged helplessly.
Immediately after, an Impact Dial blade appeared in his hand, which he spun once.
Buzz!
A blade of wind formed.
Then a Dial appeared in his left hand.
"Here I come!"
He instantly entered combat mode, his gaze turning razor-sharp.
Buzz!
The Jet Boots beneath his feet suddenly blasted out a fierce gale, propelling him forward at extreme speed.
Rakuyo charged toward him as well, the meteor hammer spinning as it went, churning the air around it.
Just as they were about to collide, the meteor hammer was hurled out violently, streaking toward Berserker Wyper like a falling star.