130. Whitebeard: You Just Sit Firmly On The Strongest Throne!
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Another day passed.
The fierce battle between Rob and Whitebeard is still not over. Although there is a period of rest in the middle, it basically only pauses for half an hour, and then the battle breaks out again!
As Whitebeard and Rob fight, the fragments of Foodvalten Island become fewer and fewer.
A large number of island fragments have completely sunk into the sea.
The third day of fighting.
The battle is still not over!
Only--
Whitebeard's body has criss-crossing, some very shallow and some deep wounds, or simply terrible sword wounds that have severed the inner bones.
In addition, on Whitebeard's body, there are still burn injuries from being hit by lightning!
Rob also has sword wounds on his body, but compared to the superficial sword wounds, the damage caused by the Tremor-Tremor Fruit in his body is even heavier than the external wounds!
But whether it is external injuries or internal injuries, Whitebeard is much more serious than Rob.
After all, the internal damage brought by Rob's Armament Haki also caused severe injuries in Whitebeard's body.
At the same time--
There are very few fragments of Foodvalten Island left.
Time came to the fourth day of the war.
Clang!
Shinto and Murakumogiri collided ferociously for an unknown number of times, erupting into a fierce metal clash and sparks flying.
At this very moment—
Whether it's Rob holding Shinto, or Whitebeard holding Murakumogiri, their bodies are showing a tired posture that is almost reaching the limit. Both of them are exhausted, standing a distance from each other!
Thump
Thump
Ha
Whitebeard's heavy footsteps kept retreating, and he quickly retreated to the Foodvalten Island. Finally, the fragment of the island that had not sunk was at the edge of the island.
It was only one step away from falling into the sea.
Bass!
Vigorously thrusting Murakumogiri into the ground, Whitebeard finally stopped the tendency to retreat, and at the same time supported his body that was about to be exhausted, and stood up straight like a king.
Panting heavily, he looked at Rob across the way!
And at this moment Rob—
Swish!
Stood up straight with both feet firmly.
Then, he kept retreating across the ground, gliding for a long distance, and finally stood on the edge of the island again, and regained his stature!
"Ha..."
"Ha..."
"Ha..."
With blood on the corner of his mouth, Rob gasped for breath, looking at Whitebeard very solemnly, without saying a word. The fighting spirit in his eyes did not weaken, and even became more determined.
After more than ten seconds.
He again started walking towards Whitebeard.
Rob's eyes were like a torch. He raised his left hand, wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Whitebeard fiercely.
Swish!
Once again raising Shinto, whose demonic aura was boiling to the extreme, Rob's tried and tested Armament Haki was once again entangled on the blade, although the amount of Haki released was not as high as before.
But Rob, who has been using Haki to fight at full power until now, still has such a huge amount of Haki. Whitebeard, who has witnessed many strong people, looked on in amazement!
It's not that he hasn't seen a strong man with extremely terrifying Haki!
But not only was Rob's Haki strength ridiculously high, the amount seemed inexhaustible. This was the first time Whitebeard had seen such a thing in his life!
To know--
At this moment, Whitebeard, who has been tempered and honed, has never exhausted his Haki in battles with others. He was already exhausted, but Rob still had a considerable amount of Haki to use!
It's outrageous!
"Ha..."
After taking a breath.
Whitebeard looked at Rob, who was ready to fight again.
Opened his mouth and said:
"I didn't expect you to have such a terrifying Haki at such a young age... Among the opponents I have met in my life, your Haki is well-deserved 'the strongest.' Even Roger is far inferior to you!"
Whitebeard sincerely admired it.
After all, even if Rob started practicing from the womb, it is less than 20 years. Compared to his Whitebeard's 50 or 60 years of practice, it is such a short time!
But such a short period of growth has allowed Rob, at an age far from reaching his peak, to become the "apex" of the sea that rivals him, and is even slightly stronger than him!
Even Whitebeard had to admire Rob.
If it wasn't because of his strength, the current Whitebeard really wanted to say something to Rob:
"Come be my son!"
But unfortunately—
Whitebeard knew that for a strong man like Rob, this was undoubtedly an endless shame. If he didn't want to fight Rob to the death here, he had better not say it.
At the same time, Whitebeard once again really felt the horror of "natural monsters" like Rob and Charlotte Linlin. This kind of talent is as terrifying as cheating!
Whitebeard was naturally familiar with Charlotte Linlin.
After all, the two had worked together on the same boat, and Whitebeard was well aware of the strength of Charlotte Linlin, a natural monster.
Now in his heart, Rob is comparable to, even more of a "natural monster" than Charlotte Linlin.
After all--
When Charlotte Linlin was the same age as Rob, she couldn't beat him now, and even Charlotte Linlin at her peak would not be a opponent for Whitebeard!
But now, Rob did it!
So in Whitebeard's view, Rob is more of a monster than Charlotte Linlin!
"Haah..."
He let out a mouthful of foul air.
Rob's face was serious as he looked at Whitebeard.
He raised Shinto in his hand:
"Stop talking nonsense! Continue to fight!"
"I have only one goal - 'the strongest'! You have been sitting in this position long enough! The title of 'the strongest' is on your head, and I will take it today!"
Hearing Rob's words, Whitebeard tightened his grip on Murakumogiri, narrowed his eyes slightly, and on Murakumogiri's, a white light cluster representing the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's ability condensed, lasted for a moment, and dissipated again.
What dissipated at the same time was the original heavy fighting spirit in Whitebeard's body.
Feeling Whitebeard's fighting spirit disappear, Rob frowned:
"No more fighting spirit! What do you mean? Are you insulting me? Whitebeard!"
Swish!
Picking up Murakumogiri, Whitebeard looked at Rob and laughed out loud.
"Gurararara!"
Whitebeard, who was laughing maniacally, was bleeding continuously from the wounds on his body, staining the ground red.
For a while, Whitebeard looked at Rob brightly.
He opened his mouth and said:
"I don't want to fight with you anymore!"
"Since you want the title of 'Strongest', I'll give it to you! I'm just an ordinary person with only one heart. No matter if I'm called a devil or a monster, I can't always be the 'Strongest'!"
"If you want it, I will give it to you, you have proved that you have the qualifications! And this is also a kind of inheritance, right? Gurararara... Just sit firmly on the throne of 'the strongest' and wait for the next one!"
While speaking, Whitebeard had already turned his back, looking at the Moby Dick on the sea in the distance, raised Murakumogiri in his hand, and waved it as a signal, not caring whether Rob behind him would sneak attack!
Looking at Whitebeard's tall back, Rob was stunned, and then smiled a little!
He opened his mouth and said:
"Interesting! As expected of an old monster who has lived for several ages... This kind of courage is really extraordinary! Then I will take the name of 'strongest' from your head."
Swish!
Turning Shinto in his hand, he brought up a saber light, and returned it to the sheath directly and precisely.
Rob looked at Whitebeard and asked:
"Whitebeard! Do you want to have a banquet together? My Makino is a good brewer! Of course, if you think we are enemies, then forget it!"
After hearing what Rob said, Whitebeard froze and gave Rob a deep look. Then he grinned:
"Then I'm looking forward to it!"
Nodding, Rob expressed his reassurance and didn't say anything more.
Not long after, the Moby Dick and the Angel were both on Foodvalten Island, with a radius of no more than a kilometer. Next to the last piece of debris, they respectively connected their captains to their own ships and then sailed away in the same direction.
An hour later, on the calm sea, the Moby Dick and the Angel docked and stayed on the sea. And on the huge Moby Dick—
A banquet for Rob and the Whitebeard Pirates was being held. All kinds of delicacies were placed on the deck, and Rob and Whitebeard, who had received treatment, were sitting and drinking together with bandages on their bodies.
"Really good wine!" Whitebeard laughed and praised after a sip of Makino's brew.
Rob had a proud look on his face and said:
"Of course, this is the best brewed by my Makino. If it were just an ordinary person, they wouldn't be worthy of tasting it at all! You are qualified enough!"
For Rob, anything created by Robin, Uta, and Makino is a real priceless treasure. There is really no one who is not qualified enough to be recognized by him.
It's just that these words are more or less harsh in Whitebeard's ears! But recalling the previous battle, Whitebeard felt indifferent again. Rob's strength was enough to put him on equal footing with himself.
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