Whitebeard clenched the bisento in his hand, and an overwhelming aura erupted from his body.
Though battered and covered in dust, he stood motionless—like an ancient, unshakable tree!
To those watching, it was easy to fall into the illusion that the world's strongest man was not old at all—that his power was still as fierce as ever!
Kronos, however, welcomed this sight. He laughed heartily.
"I didn't misjudge you, Whitebeard! This is exactly why I came here today. To fight you!"
His eyes gleamed with memory as he continued:
"When we clashed at Marineford, the two of us never had the chance to fight properly, did we? I think now is the perfect time. Don't you agree?"
Whitebeard grinned, his eyes burning with endless fighting spirit. His deep voice rumbled like thunder:
"Then today, with this bisento in my hand, I'll take your head!"
"Hah! Come at me with everything you've got, Whitebeard!"
Swish!
The two titans vanished in an instant, charging toward one another at an astonishing speed!
Boom! Boom!
At that moment, they were like gods of war trampling the earth.
Every move, every strike was filled with killing intent, each unleashing the techniques they had mastered over a lifetime.
They were not mere rivals.
After everything that had happened, Kronos and Whitebeard regarded each other as eternal enemies—foes who could never coexist.
Even if the sun were to rise from the west one day, the hatred between these two would never fade!
Each swing of Whitebeard's bisento carried the devastating might of the Gura Gura no Mi, the strongest Paramecia fruit in existence.
Every strike seemed capable of splitting the heavens and shattering the earth itself!
But Kronos was no weaker.
His Conqueror's Haki had been refined to its absolute peak, a force that could stand against Whitebeard without fear.
In all the seas, there were only three men known to have mastered Conqueror's Haki to such a level:
One was Gol D. Roger, the Pirate King, dead for over twenty years.
Another was the legendary Marine Hero, Monkey D. Garp, known to the world as "Garp the Fist."
And the last… was the man standing here now—Kronos.
Both warriors had absolute confidence in their power.
Rumble…!
Each clash between them released an indescribable wave of Conqueror's Haki, colliding like two raging tornadoes that shredded everything around them.
Gradually, the battlefield itself was reduced to ruins.
The ground around them was torn apart, cratered with countless pits and fissures.
In the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged hundreds of blows.
Yet neither had fallen!
At their level, a battle was never decided quickly.
Among the strongest, victory depended not only on ability, but also endurance—on who would falter first, who would reveal the slightest flaw.
The duel between Whitebeard and Kronos had become a brutal tug-of-war.
Would it be Whitebeard who collapsed first?
Or would Kronos?
As Kronos's onslaught pressed relentlessly forward, Whitebeard's heart trembled with shock.
He had never faced such a ferocious young man in his life!
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