The space around Whitebeard's fist fractured like shattered glass—cracks snaked outward, thin and white, racing toward Kai like a nest of serpents.
The strongest Paramecia fruit—the Tremor-Tremor Fruit!
Whitebeard could summon earthquakes at will, control vibration intensity, wielding power that could devastate the world. The fruit didn't create earthquakes itself, but manipulated the force behind them—making it a true Paramecia.
Was it the absolute strongest? Kai couldn't say. But there was no doubt: Whitebeard was the greatest Paramecia user alive.
His punch tore through space, the force surging straight for Kai.
Power that could shatter reality itself—Kai couldn't afford to take this lightly. His body was monstrous, but not yet invulnerable to spatial destruction.
Kai's eyes narrowed. Chakra exploded within him, surging like a tidal wave.
He raised his fist and threw a punch with all his might.
Kamui Strike!
A massive blue fist of chakra manifested in midair—pure, concentrated power.
If he could wield chakra, then unleashing the Kamui Strike was second nature.
The strongest taijutsu from the Naruto world.
The strongest Paramecia force from One Piece.
Two worlds' powers collided, and a storm of devastation erupted.
Kamui Strike twisted the very space around them, while Whitebeard's quake cracks tangled with the chakra fist, crawling across its surface.
In an instant, the blue fist was covered in fractures.
The shattered space gnawed away at Kamui Strike's form, threatening to tear it apart.
But even splintered, the condensed chakra was still terrifying.
The broken fist barreled toward Whitebeard.
Whitebeard's eyes widened—he hadn't expected Kai to be able to clash head-on with the Tremor-Tremor Fruit. In all his years ruling the seas, he'd never faced anything like this.
And that blue fist—what was it? Was Kai a Devil Fruit user too? But he'd never heard of such an ability!
There was no time to ponder. The Kamui Strike was almost on him.
Gritting his teeth, Whitebeard wrapped his naginata in Armament Haki and slashed.
If Kamui Strike had been at full strength, it might have matched Whitebeard's blow. But after clashing with the quake power, its force was less than a third.
Whitebeard's naginata sliced the chakra fist in two.
The Kamui Strike finally collapsed, wild chakra bursting out in a gale.
The winds howled, and even Whitebeard had to step back, face drawn in shock.
This brat was terrifying.
In that collision, he'd actually been forced onto the defensive.
When was the last time that had happened?
So long ago, Whitebeard couldn't recall. Ever since he'd earned the name, not even legends like Roger or Golden Lion could match him in raw power.
If he was a monster, then what was Kai?
A monster among monsters.
But beyond shock, Whitebeard felt something else—excitement.
How long had it been?
Since his final battle with Roger, how many years had passed since he fought with everything he had?
Finally, he'd found a worthy opponent.
"Gururururu… Guhahahaha!"
Maybe this Marine brat was even stronger than him. But Whitebeard felt no fear.
Who was he?
He was Whitebeard—his very name could silence the entire sea.
He also realized that Kai had held back with Marco and the others. His anger faded, replaced by burning battle spirit.
Whitebeard pointed his naginata at Kai and roared, "Marine brat, let's fight!"
But Kai shook his head, eyes steady. "Whitebeard, you're far weaker now than in your prime. If I can't fight you at your peak… what a shame."
Whitebeard's brows knitted, irritation flashing. "What, Marine brat—you think you're better than me?"
As emperor of the seas, Whitebeard's pride was absolute.
Even if Kai was stronger, so what? In decades of conquest, Whitebeard's back had never been scarred.
He feared no challenge.
No matter how strong the enemy, as long as his naginata was in hand, Whitebeard would charge in.
Kai shook his head. "No, I don't look down on you. I just regret missing your prime."
Whitebeard saw the sincerity in Kai's eyes and relaxed—just a little.
Even he had to admit: compared to his peak, he was… too weak.
But what could he do? Time never reversed.
Whitebeard's voice grew heavy. "Marine brat, not meeting you in my prime is my regret too. Compared to Sengoku or that old dog Garp, you're far more impressive."
He paused, then growled, "Enough talk—let's fight, Marine brat!"
Kai smiled. "It's not meaningless… In that case, let me see your prime, Whitebeard!"
Whitebeard blinked, thrown off by Kai's words. For a moment, he didn't understand what Kai meant.
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