pertwk Chapter 35 I am my own enemy!
Chapter 35 I am my own enemy!
Just as two forces of the same origin but vastly different were about to collide.
The elderly white-bearded man was unusually excited!
The fear of the strong, almost forgotten because it has been suppressed for too long by illness and the passage of time!
It's the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent!
Especially since this opponent is your past self!
"Gurarararara!"
The aged laughter was in no way inferior to the thunderous roar from the other side; on the contrary, it possessed a calmness born of weathering many storms.
"What an impatient brat!"
"Let me teach you what it means to respect your elders!"
Before he could finish speaking...
Two fists, identical in size but representing two different eras, finally crossed the final sliver of distance.
There was no earth-shattering noise.
There was no dazzling explosion as expected.
The moment the two white orbs, each imbued with the power of vibration, touched each other, the entire world fell into an eerie, deathly silence.
The sound disappeared.
The light is distorted.
The air was sucked out, creating an absolute vacuum.
Marco and Chenye felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, as if an invisible giant hand was gripping their chests tightly, making it difficult even to stand up straight!
This profound silence lasted for less than a second.
then.
Destruction is coming.
Boom—Crack!
With the two men's fists as the origin, a visible white shockwave spread wildly in all directions in a ring shape!
Wherever the shockwave passed, the earth rippled and tumbled violently, like water with stones thrown in, before finally cracking completely!
A series of terrifying, bottomless chasms spread wildly downwards from the two of them towards the bottom of the island!
The many boulders at the bottom of the cliff beneath their feet were as fragile as cookies in the face of this force.
First it turned into dust, then it was swept into the sky by the violent airflow!
"Ugh!"
Marco's blue flames had just risen when they were forcefully shattered by the pure physical impact.
Like a leaf in a storm, he was instantly flung away, tumbling through the air a dozen times before finally managing to plow two deep furrows into the cracked earth with his feet and barely regain his footing.
Chen Ye, on the other side, reacted just as quickly.
At the moment of impact, his legs suddenly sank, and the terrifying power enhanced by the system made him pierce the ground like a nail.
Even so, the irresistible force still caused him to slide backward uncontrollably for dozens of meters, leaving thick marks wherever his feet went!
Smoke and dust filled the air, and pebbles rained down.
The two struggled to lift their heads and look towards the eye of the storm. The next second, they were stunned by what they saw.
What a breathtaking scene that was.
Two identical "white-bearded" men are engaged in a battle of strength in the most primitive and savage way.
At his peak, Whitebeard's muscles were bulging, and veins coiled like dragons on his arms and neck. The rage on his face had transformed into extreme astonishment and disbelief.
He couldn't understand it.
How could this incredibly old, scarred imposter, who could barely stand, possibly withstand my furious, full-force attack?!
This is impossible!
And opposite him.
The elderly man with a white beard, his body still hunched over, though the lingering ailments from years of fighting still tormented him with a dull ache.
But his arm remained as steady as a mountain, without the slightest tremor.
A long-lost flush of excitement appeared on his wrinkled face, and the flame of dominance reignited in his cloudy eyes!
"Gurara... Not bad!"
"The force is not bad!"
"Much stronger than those brats who are also admirals!"
The elderly white-bearded man exerted himself while letting out a hearty laugh, and his commentary in his words once again enraged the younger man opposite him.
"You bastard! You're still playing tricks!"
Peak Whitebeard roared, and the white aura on his fist surged once more!
Click!Click!
The space around the two of them was like a shattered mirror, with more and more cracks appearing.
The entire island's tectonic plates, squeezed by this force, groaned under the unbearable pressure and began to slowly sink!
Chen Ye steadied himself and looked at the two figures fighting like gods in the distance. He felt the power that even the aftershocks of the battle were enough to make him go all out to resist. A sense of dread from the depths of his soul spread throughout his body.
He instinctively turned his head to look at Marco, who was also looking horrified, and asked in a dry voice.
"Brother Marco..."
"Was Dad always this terrifying at his peak?"
This question was like a key that unlocked Marco's long-sealed memories.
His eyes instantly became complex, filled with awe, nostalgia, and above all, a deep-seated pride.
He stared intently at the distant battlefield, his lips trembling slightly.
"fear?"
"No, Chenye, what you've seen... is far from the true terror of your father."
Marco took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions.
"Right now, the two of them are simply competing in terms of the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit."
"This is certainly the world's strongest destructive power, but it's not the fundamental reason why Dad can be called 'the world's strongest man'."
Upon hearing this, Chen Ye's pupils suddenly narrowed.
The clash of Devil Fruit abilities alone caused an apocalyptic scene of cataclysmic destruction.
Isn't this the scariest part?
Marco's gaze fell on the wildly flowing blond hair and domineering figure of the peak-struck white-bearded man, his voice carrying a hint of dreamlike murmur.
"What's truly terrifying about my father is his three-color Haki, which he has already mastered to the extreme."
"Armament Haki can easily shatter the strongest defenses."
"Observation Haki allows one to briefly foresee the future, making any attack impossible to hide from."
"And the most terrifying thing..."
Marco paused, a look of undisguised fear appearing on his face.
"It's that domineering, conqueror-like aura!"
"I will never forget that at his peak, Dad didn't even have to lift a finger."
"He only needs to unleash that aura; even the lingering aftershocks will be enough to cause tens of thousands of weaker enemies on the battlefield to foam at the mouth and faint instantly!"
"That's the true...form of a king!"
boom!!!
As if to confirm Marco's words.
The white-bearded peak in the distance, after a prolonged and unsuccessful attack, finally ran out of patience.
An invisible aura, a hundred times more terrifying than the shockwave from before, suddenly erupted from his body!
Black and red lightning, like a raging dragon, coiled around his body!
The ground beneath his feet sank inch by inch under the oppressive force of his aura!
His eyes, burning with rage, had completely transformed into a golden hue that looked down upon the world!