After Good recovered, a glowing halo representing the power of the Gura Gura no Mi (Tremor-Tremor Fruit) appeared around his clenched fist.
At that moment, aside from the crashing waves and raging flames, the battlefield fell into dead silence.
Everyone's expressions were beyond astonished.
"T-That halo…?"
Vista was stunned, staring at the halo on Good's fist, completely speechless.
"Isn't that Pops' Gura Gura no Mi ability?" Jozu, one of Whitebeard's earliest crewmates, was deeply familiar with his power.
But now even he was filled with doubt.
Seeing someone else using Pops' ability—while Pops himself was still here—was absurd.
Marco shouted in disbelief. "No way!"
On the other side, the Red Hair Pirates were also clueless.
Even Benn Beckman, the calm and steady vice-captain, lost his composure.
The Emperor of the Sea, Red-Haired Shanks, also cracked. "That Reckless Maniac of an admiral is using Whitebeard's ability?! What the hell is going on!?"
On the opposite side, fellow Marines Akainu and Kizaru exchanged glances, both left speechless.
Once again, Good had done something unbelievable.
From the Fuwa Fuwa no Mi (Float-Float Fruit) of Shiki, to Akainu's Magu Magu no Mi (Magma-Magma Fruit), and now the Gura Gura no Mi…
Neither of them knew what to say anymore.
"Yo… this Good guy really keeps surprising us," muttered Kizaru.
Up above, on the battleship, Momousagi stood in the wind, completely dazed.
"A-Admiral Good!"
Her beautiful eyes stared down at Good, at his tall figure and the tremor energy around his fist—she was beyond shocked.
Beside her, Shiki's eyes widened like bronze bells. Despite being swollen from the earlier beating, he still managed to open them—truly a medical miracle.
"H-He's using someone else's ability again?!"
"This bastard really can steal powers…"
Shiki was in complete disbelief, and soon began shouting, "Whitebeard! Kill him! Hurry and kill him!!!"
He was desperate. This Reckless Maniac, the Fourth Admiral, had to be dealt with, or he'd become a massive problem later.
Even without thinking that far ahead, right now, Good was the biggest obstacle to his freedom.
Good had to die—he was too dangerous.
Below, Whitebeard gripped his naginata, staring at the tremor energy in Good's hand with surprise.
Even Whitebeard was momentarily stunned. Then, his deep voice rumbled, "Gurarara… You're something else, little admiral."
"Can you tell me how you're doing this? Is it a special Devil Fruit?"
Across from him, Good grinned. "Once I've got you tied up like a rice dumpling, I'll tell you!"
"Kurorororo…" Good laughed using the tremor laugh.
Countless pirates' faces turned pale—Marine HQ had produced another Whitebeard!
With that laugh, Good shot forward like a soaring eagle, storming toward Whitebeard.
"Shinpunch!" (Tremor Fist!)
He punched with the power of the Gura Gura no Mi, causing the air to tremble violently.
In an instant, cracks appeared—crack crack crack—as the void shattered like a mirror.
Across from him, Whitebeard watched the scene, feeling odd.
He was used to his enemies seeing this—but now he had to face it himself.
It was surreal.
Still, he didn't hesitate. He drew his naginata once more.
Gripping it with both hands, he spun it overhead like a propeller, stirring a howling wind.
As Good approached, Whitebeard swung his weapon with momentum.
"Shindou!" (Tremor Blade!)
A halo of Gura Gura no Mi energy formed at the blade's tip.
Everyone around them stared without blinking.
Tremor vs. Tremor—something no one ever thought they'd witness.
Whitebeard's naginata and Good's fist collided hard.
Tremor forces clashed—earth and sky cracked apart.
BOOOOM!!!
At the point of impact, space exploded. Previously, a single use of the Gura Gura no Mi would fracture the void like shattered glass.
But now, it was pulverized to dust.
The land below collapsed, the ocean boiled, the skies churned.
Power surged outward in all directions.
Good was blasted backward, stomping into the ground to stop himself, worsening the destruction.
Whitebeard didn't fare well either. He jammed his naginata into the earth, dragging a deep trench as he was pushed back.
He clutched his chest, his face paling slightly.
The Whitebeard Pirates' faces all changed—no more joy now.
"Pops!"
"Pops, are you okay?!"
"…"
The Red Hair Pirates also turned grim.
"Good is now on equal footing with Whitebeard…" Benn Beckman narrowed his eyes.
Shanks stayed silent, eyes locked on Good.
Blocked by the Red Hair crew, Akainu and Kizaru were also in shock.
But Kizaru felt a bit smug. With Good performing like this, maybe he could slack off—leave the rest to him.
Marco, Jozu, and the others wanted to rush in to support Whitebeard.
They could clearly see that his old wounds were acting up.
But Whitebeard stopped them. His interest in Good was growing.
As a warrior, seeing Good use his Gura Gura no Mi naturally triggered his fighting spirit.
Good didn't care about any of that. Nor did he care whether the Whitebeard Pirates would jump in.
After steadying himself, he charged at Whitebeard once more.
This time, his fist wasn't only coated in tremor power—it was also radiating magma energy.
But instead of wrapping around his hand, the magma floated slightly apart, like a hovering orb.
"Guren: Shinkū!" (Crimson Lotus: Void Tremor!)
This punch combined three powers—Gura Gura no Mi, Magu Magu no Mi, and Fuwa Fuwa no Mi.
Whitebeard shouted, entering a charging stance.
He unleashed the same move that had earlier ripped apart half of Good's body.
"Shindou: Ichigeki Zang!" (Tremor Blade: Single Slash!)
They clashed once more. After a world-shattering explosion—
Both were knocked back again. But this time, Good quickly recovered, while Whitebeard staggered.
Moments later, he coughed up blood, which splattered on the ground.
The Whitebeard Pirates' faces turned completely pale.
(End of Chapter)
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