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"Woah!" The snow-white longsword clashed violently with the pitch-black thunder surrounding a crude knife. The intense shockwave instantly swept across Moby Dick.

Under the clash of their auras, the entire sea roared, creating towering waves. The sky, previously covered in clouds, cracked in half, splitting into two.

Many low-level pirates in the Moby Dick couldn't withstand the aura clash and collapsed, their eyes rolling back.

"Ah, this power is getting stronger and stronger. To think he can stand on equal ground with Whitebeard," remarked Kuzan, watching the clash between Locke and Whitebeard.

"After all, he's the man who defeated Gold Lion Shiki. But if he wants to defeat Dad, he still has a long way to go; Dad is invincible," said Marco, standing by the railing.

"And why would a rear admiral like you, one of the Marine's monsters, be with Locke?" asked Satchi, flapping his blue flame wings and looking at Kuzan curiously.

"Ah, I just happened to meet him on the high seas and was invited aboard by that guy, Locke," Kuzan replied with a light smile.

"Is that so? I thought someone like you had been charmed by Locke's charisma and left the Marines to join his crew," said Marco, shrugging. Then he looked at Lox, who was clashing with Whitebeard.

"But Locke is talented. He started as a mere intern on Roger's ship, and in just a few years, he's grown to this level. Quite an envy-worthy guy."

Thinking back to the first time he read about Lox in the reports and comparing it to now, Marco couldn't help but feel emotional.

"Ah, Satchi, it's surprising to hear the First Division Captain of Whitebeard's crew, Phoenix Marco, expressing such feelings, isn't it?" Kuzan said, amazed. 

Although he also admired Locke's talent, he didn't underestimate himself. With his talent, he believed he could become one of the top fighters on the sea.

"Heh, just some sentimental thoughts," Marco said, seeming to understand Kuzan's thoughts.

"Hehe..." Locke and Whitebeard ignored the conversation between Kuzan, Marco, and Satchi. Both were fully absorbed in their battle, clashing their auras and weapons in the distance.

Every collision shook the entire area. Giant waves, tens of meters high, continuously slammed into the Moby Dick.

"Hey!!!"

"The waves are coming! Quick, save us!"

"Damn it! Fire the cannons, break the waves!" Locke's pirate ship wasn't as fortunate as the Moby Dick. Being much smaller than Whitebeard's ship, it swayed violently under the enormous waves.

Occasionally, a massive wave would crash onto the deck, knocking some unsteady pirates into the sea. Kuzan glanced down at the struggling pirates and heard their cries for help.

"Ah, even though I don't care about the life and death of pirates, considering they're Locke's subordinates, I guess I can help a bit," Kuzan said, scratching his head. 

Then, in an instant, he jumped into the air. Half his body transformed into freezing ice, and an endless chill radiated.

"Ice Age!" With Kuzan's words, two ice pillars stabbed into the turbulent sea with incredible speed.

"Poof!" A blue light flashed, and the entire sea instantly froze, turning into uneven ice. In the blink of an eye, the turbulent sea became a rough and uneven land.

This spectacular scene left all the pirates dumbfounded. "This guy truly deserves to be one of the three monsters of the Marine's new generation. 

With this kind of strength, given time, he'll undoubtedly become one of the top powers in the sea," Jozu muttered in awe.

"Heh, he's the future candidate for a Marine Admiral. Without considerable strength, he wouldn't be considered for such a position," said Vista, the Flower Sword, with a light laugh.

"Is that the power of the current top fighters on the sea?"

A young man with a duckbill hat, a hawk-like nose, and a small vest looked at the battle between Locke and Whitebeard, then glanced at the environment created by Kuzan. He spoke solemnly, more to himself than to others.

"Hey, Tich, be careful not to get caught up in the battle between Dad and Locke," said Sachi, the crew chef, wearing a white chef's outfit and a significant flat-top haircut. He put his arm around Tich's shoulder and spoke with a smile.

"Yeah, I know, Sachi," Tich replied calmly, then walked away with Sachi, distancing themselves.

At this moment, Locke and Whitebeard were getting increasingly excited in their fight.

Their overwhelming auras were freely diffused. Originally just a clash of atmospheres, it is now mixed with their Devil Fruit abilities.

"Go, Locke! Face this move from me, Whitebeard!" Whitebeard raised his Enma Cut high, enveloping it in a white aura, then fiercely slashed at Lox.

"Heh, don't underestimate me, Whitebeard!" Locke chuckled and covered his white sword with a purple halo before meeting Whitebeard's crude knife head-on.

"Boom!" As their swords collided, a roar erupted. The space where their weapons met was directly shattered and twisted.

A violent aura swept out, and the entire deck of the Moby Dick emitted a painful cracking sound. Even the frozen sea beneath them shattered, turning into countless pieces.

"Hehehe..."

"Gulalalala..." After one strike, they retracted their abilities and auras and burst into laughter.

"Small fry, it's time for a banquet!" Whitebeard laughed for a while before shouting.

"Oh!!!!"

"Banquet, banquet!"

"Long live Dad!" The members of the Whitebeard Pirates on the ship immediately cheered. Excitedly, they started working, bringing fine wines from the cabin onto the deck.

Sachi led his team of chefs, busily preparing dishes. One after another, delicious foods were placed on the tables.

Locke and Whitebeard sat together, clinking their glasses together. "Whitebeard, try this wine I brewed," said Locke, raising his glass.

"Gulalalalala, sure, let me see how good the wine is that was hyped up to five million berries a bottle in the Dark World!" Whitebeard replied, raising his giant wine bowl and taking a gulp.

"Hehe..." Locke chuckled, raising his bowl and drinking as well.

"Ah..." After downing a bowl of wine, Whitebeard let out a deep sigh.

"Gulalalalala, good wine!"

...

In the distance, a giant pirate ship with a crocodile emblem hanging on it was struggling on the open sea.

"Damn it! What's wrong with this area of the sea? It's tumultuous one moment and frozen the next. Even in the New World, this is too absurd!"

"More ridiculous is that the sky split a moment ago." The pirates on the ship kept complaining about the unpredictable sea.

A man with a large flat top, a scar running across his face, a gold earring in his right ear, and a cigar in his mouth

His left hand was a golden hook, and he wore a black fur coat over an orange checkered long-sleeved shirt. He had a mafia boss vibe as he stared ahead with a dark expression.

"At last, I've encountered him! The world's strongest man, Whitebeard, Edward Newgate!"