Chapter 16

### Chapter 16: The Tremor of Whitebeard

After Marco conveyed Madara's message to Whitebeard, a serious expression settled on the old pirate's face, soon replaced by a determined smile. Madara, watching Whitebeard out of the corner of his eye, awaited the legendary pirate's next move. Despite the respect commanded by Whitebeard, Madara sought to measure this man who instilled fear in all present.

Whitebeard addressed his crew, urging them to brace themselves and handed his bisento to Marco. "Hold onto this for me," he instructed, his voice resolute. "Throw it back to me after what is about to happen."

A silent exchange of glances between Whitebeard and Madara spoke volumes. Madara sensed a condescending gaze from Whitebeard, much like the one he had received from Mihawk earlier. The realization struck Madara that in this new world, no one feared him yet.

Whitebeard leaped into the air, a spherical aura of transparent energy forming around his right fist. His target: a vacant icy patch twenty meters away. Marco ascended simultaneously, flames of blue and yellow enveloping him as he carried Whitebeard's weapon.

Witnessing this, Sengoku's tension spiked. He raised his hand, commanding his soldiers to brace themselves. "Hold tight!" he ordered, his voice betraying a hint of urgency.

Notable figures across the battlefield watched intently as Whitebeard descended. Admiral Akainu's expression turned grim, recognizing the impending chaos. "This will be disastrous," he muttered, his usual confidence shaken.

Boa Hancock's eyes widened in admiration and apprehension. "So we will see the overwhelming power," she thought, her heart racing at the display of strength.

Even Doflamingo, usually unfazed, felt a twinge of awe. "The world's strongest man, indeed," he murmured, his grin widening in anticipation.

As Whitebeard approached the ground, he uttered words that resonated across the battlefield. "Today's children don't know what we were like in our days, Roger, right?!" he declared, his voice booming with authority. With that, his fist met the icy ground with immense force.

The impact was cataclysmic. The entire Marineford base shook violently as the ice cracked and split apart, sending shockwaves through the ground. The quake was so powerful that it reached the Marineford headquarters, causing the execution platform to collapse and half of Sengoku's office to crumble.

The icy battlefield became a treacherous terrain of jagged fissures and unstable ground. Marines and pirates alike struggled to maintain their footing as the very earth beneath them convulsed. The sea began to surge through the cracks, creating geysers that spewed water high into the air, turning the ice into a precarious balancing act.

Chaos erupted. Marine soldiers screamed in terror, their faces pale with fear as they tried to escape the collapsing ground. Even seasoned warriors like Admiral Kizaru and Aokiji showed signs of unease, their usual composure disrupted by the unprecedented quake.

Pirates, too, were not spared from the havoc. Many scrambled to avoid falling into the chasms that opened beneath them, their expressions a mix of awe and dread. Some looked to Whitebeard with renewed respect and fear, realizing the true extent of his might.

Amidst the turmoil, Marco flew back to Whitebeard, who stood unscathed at the epicenter of the devastation. "Oi, oyaji," Marco called, tossing the bisento back to his captain. Whitebeard caught it effortlessly, his eyes never leaving the battlefield.

"Wasn't that a little exaggerated?" Marco expressed his opinion, and Whitebeard responded calmly after he grabbed his spear and looked at the fleet admiral, who was angry when he saw the destruction resulting from the earthquake; "The noise of the flies in the place became louder and louder, and I had to remind them of my name. Also, our friend must now be convinced to help us."

As the battle raged on, the fear and respect for Whitebeard's power echoed through the hearts of all present. The war at Marineford had reached a critical juncture, and the true test of strength and will was about to unfold.

In the midst of the chaos, Madara couldn't help but smile. "Not bad, old man," he muttered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation for the battles yet to come.

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