LRAB Chapter 34 Imposter?! The Thunderous Fury of the Peak Whitebeard!
Chapter 34 Imposter?! The Thunderous Fury of the Peak Whitebeard!
At the top of the cliff.
At his peak, Whitebeard's sharp, eagle-like eyes suddenly contracted to their maximum size.
wrong!
This feeling... is not right!
The faint ripples drifting from below the cliff were indeed the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, pure and originating from the soul, impossible to fake.
The problem is that this power contains something he despises most and that he thinks is most unlikely to exist within himself.
It was a... stench of decay.
How is this possible?!
He, Edward Newgate, is the king who reigns over this sea! He is the strongest man in the world!
His power is destruction, tyranny, and utter devastation!
When did you become so... frail and aged?!
"Damn it..."
A deep growl escaped the throat of the peak-white-bearded man, and his face, which was filled with displeasure and frustration, was instantly replaced by an extreme rage.
He felt humiliated like never before!
This made him a million times angrier than Roger, that bastard, poaching Oden right in front of him!
who is it?
Who on earth is blaspheming his power in this way?
boom--!
He didn't even bend his knees.
That massive, mountain-like body plummeted straight down from the top of the hundred-meter-high cliff.
The air beneath his feet seemed to transform into solid ground, emitting a dull thud!
His entire being transformed into a golden afterimage, carrying unparalleled fury and momentum, instantly traversing the distance of space.
"Dad!"
Marco felt a blur before his eyes, and a terrifying aura, powerful enough to freeze his soul, rushed towards him like a tsunami.
He instinctively screamed, trying to shield the elderly white-bearded man.
However, his body was as stiff as a statue in the face of the other party's overwhelming and domineering aura, unable to move even a finger.
too fast!
too strong!
This is the incomparable man he remembers!
Its mere presence made everything around it pale in comparison!
The smoke and dust cleared.
At his peak, Whitebeard stood before the three like an insurmountable mountain range.
His long golden hair danced wildly, and his bare upper body was bulging with muscles, exuding an explosive sense of power.
His gaze, like a drawn blade, first swept over Marco, whose face was pale with fear.
His brow furrowed even deeper.
This Marco, his eyes are off.
Why would her own son look at her with such a ghostly gaze? And... he seems a little older.
Then, his gaze fell on Chen Ye.
A young stranger, quite capable, but whose overly calm expression made him extremely uncomfortable.
At last.
His gaze finally fell upon the source of the aura that had ignited his fury.
The moment he saw the other person clearly, the last thread of reason in his brain snapped completely.
That was a man who looked exactly like me.
No.
That wasn't me at all.
It was a frail, old monster disguised in his own appearance!
His aged face was covered with wrinkles, his body was covered with scars from injuries, and he even needed the Supreme Great Sword as a cane to stand.
His terminally ill, half-dead state was like a mirror, reflecting the future he least wanted to imagine and least could accept.
shame!
This is an unprecedented and utterly shameful disgrace!
The white-bearded man's chest heaved violently, and two streams of scorching breath escaped from his nostrils.
He had an idea.
This vast ocean is home to all sorts of bizarre and wonderful Devil Fruit abilities.
It is not uncommon for people to imitate appearances.
For example, he remembers a fruit that allows one to mimic anyone.
Therefore, this thing in front of me must be some reckless ability user provoking me in this way!
Did he want to use this aged appearance to shake his own mind? To disgust himself?
Utterly ridiculous!
"Gurala la la..."
Peak Whitebeard let out a low, suppressed laugh, a laugh filled with an impending, earth-shattering rage.
"You bastard!"
A thunderous roar shattered the entire coastline!
The surrounding rocks were instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks by the roar.
"I've seen plenty of Devil Fruit users who can imitate Lao Tzu's appearance!"
The white-bearded man, whose fists were as hard as iron, clenched tightly.
Om-!
A pure white halo, like cracked glass, instantly enveloped his entire fist.
The surrounding air, overwhelmed by this force, let out a mournful cry, being brutally squeezed and torn apart!
"But how dare you disgust me with this half-dead look..."
His eyes, burning with boundless rage, were fixed on the elderly white-bearded man.
"You're the first fucking one!"
The moment he finished speaking, he moved!
No unnecessary words.
There was not the slightest probing.
This king who reigns over the sea vents his anger in the most direct and domineering way!
His fist, wreathed in vibrational energy, was like a white meteor streaking across the sky, carrying a terrifying force capable of splitting an island in two, as it slammed fiercely toward the face of the elderly white-bearded man!
He didn't hold back at all with that punch!
He wanted to completely erase this imposter, who dared to desecrate his dignity, along with his repulsive, aged body, from this world!
"No! Dad!"
Marco's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints as he let out a heart-wrenching roar.
The blue flames on his body ignited instantly, and he desperately tried to rush forward to block it.
But he failed.
Faced with the furious, all-out attack of the peak-strength Whitebeard, his speed was as slow as a snail.
However, to everyone's surprise...
Faced with a punch that could destroy everything, the elderly white-bearded man showed no sign of panic.
He didn't even look at the earth-shattering fist.
His gaze passed over the fist and looked behind it at the face that looked exactly like his own when he was young, but was filled with rage.
Instead, a faint smile appeared on his lips, carrying a hint of nostalgia and relief.
"Gurala la la la..."
"You haven't changed at all, you're still the same person you used to be."
"Still so irritable?"
You brat!
He chuckled softly, as if commenting on an ignorant child.
Followed by.
Under Marco's desperate gaze.
Under Chen Ye's calm gaze.
The elderly man with a white beard slowly raised his right hand, which was covered with age spots.
He clenched his fist as well.
It was also not imbued with Armament Haki.
A layer of white light, identical to the one opposite but much dimmer, also covered his fist.
Then, facing that "white meteor" powerful enough to destroy the world.
Without flinching or avoiding, they went to meet them.