At this moment, Whitebeard's blond hair was stained with blood, most of it Grimm's, but a small portion was his own.
The white robe draped over his back was tattered, and new wounds appeared on his body from time to time.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had sustained so many injuries.
"Whitebeard, stop spacing out and fight me!"
A golden light rose behind Whitebeard, and a giant sword descended from the sky, slashing directly at Whitebeard. Whitebeard dodged sideways.
Splash!
Blood spurted out, and new wounds appeared on Whitebeard's thigh.
"Ughhh…"
Whitebeard let out a muffled groan from his throat. Just as he was about to fall, he steadied himself with the hilt of his naginata.
"I am… Whitebeard!"
Whitebeard swung his naginata, unleashing a powerful shockwave that seemed to shatter the air. With a single strike, Grimm's body was once again torn to shreds. In Whitebeard's eyes, Grimm shattered like glass!
However, there was no expression of pain on Grimm's face. After coughing up blood mixed with internal organs, he recovered.
"Resurrected again?" Whitebeard mused inwardly. This move had completely shattered the opponent's entire body, yet he recovered so quickly.
Whitebeard himself couldn't remember how long they had been fighting here. Grimm had resurrected in front of him at least a thousand times, to the point where Whitebeard was no longer surprised, but rather contemplating how to kill him again.
"Huh!"
Suddenly, Whitebeard increased the power in his hands, opened his fist, and transformed it into a palm to grab Grimm's body.
Given the difference in their physiques, Whitebeard lifting Grimm was like an adult grabbing an infant.
Whitebeard tossed Grimm high into the air and then slammed him fiercely onto the ground. He activated his Tremor-Tremor Fruit ability, seemingly intending to sink Grimm into the sea.
Boom!
The land beneath their feet was less than a fifth of the island's original size. The remaining land, primarily destroyed by Whitebeard's abilities, had broken apart like collapsing icebergs and was drifting with the ocean currents.
Whitebeard's attack was successful. He forcefully pressed Grimm's head into the mud, and his palm unleashed the unique shockwaves of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, creating a deep ravine in the ground, burying Grimm within.
Several seconds later, the power emanating from the island caused another tsunami. Grimm's upper body was completely smashed into the ravine. Whitebeard could barely see Grimm's body stuck in the fissure. With one more punch, the ground beneath his feet would completely collapse.
"That must have hurt a little, Angel Kid!" Whitebeard roared upwards and turned to leave. Although he really wanted to deliver another blow to Grimm, the island was on the verge of collapse. One more punch and the entire island would likely sink.
As a Devil Fruit user, he didn't want to perish with his opponent. Whitebeard had no reason to do that.
However, the core of the entire island had been largely destroyed, and it was only a matter of time before it sank into the sea.
"Ha, Whitebeard, I haven't lost yet!" Grimm pushed himself up with his hands, crawling out of the fissure.
Thus, their weapons clashed again, engaging in combat.
Clang!
Both sides took a step back simultaneously. Fierce lightning flashed from the dark clouds, and a sudden downpour began, as if signaling the continuation of the battle.
But at this very moment, both turned their heads towards the coast to the side. In the distance, countless pirate ships were slowly sailing in their direction.
Including Grimm's large iron ship.
Actually, Grimm had already received the news through the chat system.
Jaina had awakened her powers and made things difficult for Whitebeard and his captains. Just then, "Mediator" Roger arrived and successfully mediated the conflict. Consequently, a group of people sailed over in their ships.
But Whitebeard was unaware of these developments.
The three ships at the forefront were naturally Whitebeard's Moby Dick, Grimm's Sea King, and Roger's Jackson.
But what truly caught Whitebeard's attention was a ship to the left of the Moby Dick with a goddess statue on its bow, and the person standing at the bow… his lifelong friend and rival, Gold Roger.
Still several miles from the coast, Roger, standing on the Jackson, leaped forward. A blur of afterimages, and he appeared between Whitebeard and Grimm.
"Hey, Roger…"
Whitebeard moved his lips. "Haven't seen you in a year. You ran off with my person, and now you're here again today. What do you want?"
"I'm here to stop this battle of yours!" Roger said word by word.
"Gentlemen, please… give me some face!"
As Roger stood between them and uttered these words, Grimm inexplicably felt a strong sense of déjà vu.
Grimm almost burst out laughing. So Shanks' "Face-Giving Fruit" was a true inheritance from Roger.
After a moment of silence, seeing Whitebeard's injured state, the Whitebeard Pirates, who had initially wanted to avenge Drulcy, fell silent and stopped speaking.
Although Drulcy was a captain, the Whitebeard Pirates had lost countless lives in past battles. It didn't matter who died, but Pops was their soul. If anything happened to Pops, they couldn't accept it.
The Holy Light Pirates' strength was truly terrifying.
Let alone their captain Grimm, who had been fighting Pops for so many days, he was clearly no easy opponent.
Then there was Plank, who could fight five captains simultaneously, a solid Vice Admiral level.
And finally, Jaina, who was on par with a Marine Admiral!
If they were to fight seriously, they would likely be in trouble!
Sacrificing too many lives to avenge one captain was not worth it. It was even less worth it if Pops were to get injured further.
After all, on the ship before, except for a very few individuals, many people disliked Drulcy's arrogant personality. The calls to avenge him were largely due to matters of face.
Moreover, now that the Scourge of the Sea and the Frost Witch had agreed to a truce, their boss Grimm likely wouldn't continue fighting.
Marco, no longer concerned about revenge, said to the nurses from the medical team, "Hey, you few, quickly go and bring Pops back."
The Moby Dick quickly lowered its gangway, and many ship doctors rushed to Whitebeard's side, preparing to examine him.
Just as a nurse was applying a specially made large bandage to Whitebeard's wound to stop the bleeding, Whitebeard suddenly waved his hand to stop her. "What's this minor injury? Are you trying to gain the enemy's sympathy with this?"
"Captain, your wound is deep. Don't move around!" a nurse said, standing beside Whitebeard and looking at the shocking wound on his leg.
"Bastard!"
Whitebeard plunged his naginata into the ground, letting out a resounding clang. "I am Whitebeard!"
Grimm chuckled and shook his head. Although he had only managed to inflict a decent wound on Whitebeard's thigh, he left a message: "Listen to the doctor's advice, old geezer. Being so concerned about your pride will be the death of you! How about I heal you?"
Saying this, Grimm switched to the healing hammer "Silver Hand" and channeled a beam of Holy Light onto Whitebeard, casting "Rapid Regeneration" on him!
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