Chương 1488: On top of the war (1)

Upon hearing this, Whitebeard slowly raised his strong left arm. In an instant, the muscles in his arm expanded rapidly as if they were inflated, veins bulged, and he looked extremely powerful.

Then, he raised his head to the sky and howled, his voice shaking the sky: "I am just a remnant of the old times. In this new world, there is no ship that can carry me!"

Then, Whitebeard suddenly swung his strong and powerful left arm with lightning speed, carrying unparalleled strength and momentum.

At this moment, his fist seemed to turn into a heavy artillery shell, smashing hard into the space in front of him.

There was only a very dull loud noise, and everyone was surprised to find that the space hit by the fist began to show fine and criss-crossing cracks.

These cracks spread rapidly, just like a mirror shattered in an instant after being hit hard, which was shocking.

"Go ahead, you bastards!"

Whitebeard roared at the top of his lungs, his voice like a huge bell, resounding throughout the entire battlefield.

However, just as he finished his words, the next second, the Navy Headquarters, which had been as stable as a rock, suddenly shook violently.

Accompanied by bursts of roars, the soil and rocks on the ground began to crack, and billowing smoke and dust rose into the sky.

"White beard!"

Seeing this, Zhan Guo's eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly shrank. He looked in disbelief at the shaky Marine Headquarters behind him that could collapse at any time.

At this moment, a trace of fear that was hard to conceal finally appeared on his face.

After all, this naval headquarters that has stood on the sea for more than 800 years has always been a symbol of indestructibility, but now it has become precarious under Whitebeard's attack.

On the other hand, the members of the Whitebeard Pirates were still immersed in what their father had just said, their hearts filled with sadness and reluctance.

"I don't want Daddy!"

One of the pirates could no longer suppress his grief, and he fell to his knees, crying out at the top of his lungs.

"Uncle!"

Even Luffy, who was usually fearless, was shocked and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

Looking at Whitebeard himself, although he was covered in blood, he still stood firmly in front of the Marine Headquarters, like an unshakable mountain.

He turned his head slightly and his eyes slowly moved to Ace not far away.

"No need to look back, times are changing!"

Whitebeard murmured softly. Although his tone was calm, the deep meaning contained in it was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of everyone present.

Deep in Whitebeard's weathered mind, memories of the past years came flooding in like a tide.

Vivid pictures kept flashing before his eyes, bringing him back to the passionate and enthusiastic time of his youth.

In that time, the world was filled with powerful people, and every name represented a legend.

Rocks, Roger, Golden Lion... Some of them were once close friends, sailing the sea side by side; some were sworn enemies, fighting fiercely on the brink of life and death; and some were just passing through his life, but also left deep or shallow marks in his life trajectory.

What Whitebeard can never forget is the time when he founded the Whitebeard Pirates.

Those brave and fearless sons who followed him became his most solid support on this ocean.

They used to gather together without worries, laugh heartily and hold grand parties together.

The cheerful and lively atmosphere seems to still linger in my ears, making me intoxicated and unable to extricate myself.

However, good times are always short-lived.

Immediately afterwards, one thrilling battle after another followed.

Countless bloody battles, countless times of escaping desperate situations with one's life hanging by a thread, are all deeply engraved in Whitebeard's heart.

These experiences not only forged his indestructible will, but also made him famous throughout the world.

As his thoughts flowed, all his memories finally converged on the world-renowned battle for dominance in the New World.

In that shocking battle, he lost many sons. Charlotte's figure caught Whitebeard's eyes and was frozen there forever.

"This journey has been long and arduous! But today, everything should come to an end!"

Whitebeard muttered to himself, his eyes slowly shifting to Akainu who was standing ready for battle.

He was seen holding a huge naginata tightly in both hands, emitting an unparalleled aura of oppression.

Just when everyone thought that Whitebeard would launch a thundering attack on Akainu, an accident happened.

He suddenly swung the naginata in his hand, and a blade energy filled with terrifying power whizzed out. His target was not Akainu who was close at hand, but Aokiji who was fighting fiercely with Ace in the distance!

Faced with this sudden attack, Aokiji was horrified.

He hurriedly turned sideways and pulled his hand away, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

At the same time, he pushed his feet hard and retreated rapidly.

After all, based on his understanding of Whitebeard's strength, if he were to take this full-strength blow head-on, the consequences would be disastrous.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, Whitebeard's sword energy was like a violent dragon, rushing towards Aokiji with unstoppable force.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn in two and huge waves were raised on the sea.

In the blink of an eye, the sword energy had reached Aokiji.

At the critical moment, Aokiji managed to avoid the attack.

But even so, the extremely sharp blade energy still brushed past his body, leaving behind a piece of icy debris.

Aokiji and Ace, who were originally entangled with each other, were forced to separate because of this powerful sword energy.

The two of them staggered back several steps before they could steady themselves.

Suddenly, a huge crack appeared without warning between the navy and the Whitebeard Pirates.

The crack was bottomless, as if the earth had been torn apart.

Aokiji's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the crack, he immediately understood Whitebeard's intention.

The crack was like an unbridgeable chasm, completely separating the navy and the Whitebeard Pirates.

Whitebeard stood tall and firm in front of the crack, facing the navy that was ready for battle.

At the same time, the Navy Headquarters began to shake violently. The originally extremely solid buildings showed signs of collapse. Large chunks of bricks, stones and rubble kept falling from great heights, raising a cloud of dust.

"Stop Whitebeard! We can't let him destroy this island!"

The sailors under the crumbling tall buildings shouted in panic and dodged around in a panic, trying to avoid the deadly threats falling from the sky.