Boom!!!
A blue meteor, carrying the force to annihilate everything, slammed violently into the sea.
The towering tsunami was blown apart, and even the bedrock on the ocean floor let out a tortured groan.
Smoke and spray slowly dispersed.
Uchiha Madara stood atop a massive fragment of floating ship debris. His long black hair whipped wildly in the wind, and his purple Rinnegan locked firmly onto the man before him.
"Whitebeard… Edward Newgate."
The corners of Madara's mouth curled upward in arrogant delight, his battle intent burning fiercely in his eyes.
"I've heard you're called the strongest man on this ocean."
"Don't disappoint me."
"Gurararara…"
Whitebeard stood on the shattered bow of the Moby Dick, his supreme-grade blade Murakumogiri slammed heavily against the deck.
Though aged and frail, his body riddled with tubes, the aura erupting from him at this moment was still like an unmovable mountain.
"Brat from another world!"
"You want my head?"
"Then step over my corpse first!"
"Ha! Then come!"
Madara laughed loudly as his figure vanished in an instant.
Body Flicker Technique!
The next moment, he appeared right in front of Whitebeard and unleashed a crushing kick.
"Too naive!"
Whitebeard swung Murakumogiri with terrifying force. The blade, coated in advanced Armament Haki, collided head-on with Madara's leg.
Dong!!!
The air shattered.
A horrifying shockwave swept across the battlefield.
"Hm?"
Madara frowned slightly.
A monstrous, unimaginable strength surged from the blade. Despite possessing an Edo Tensei body and true immortality, he was being suppressed in raw physical power by this terminally ill old man?
"Hmph!"
Whitebeard roared, muscles bulging as he exerted his full strength.
Madara was sent flying like a cannonball, skipping across the sea more than a dozen times before finally stabilizing himself.
"Hahahaha! Not bad—really not bad!"
Madara showed no anger. Instead, he laughed with unrestrained excitement.
He brushed the water from his armor, his gaze growing ever more fervent.
"In sheer physical strength, you surpass even Hashirama!"
"But…"
Madara slowly raised his right hand. The black, diamond-shaped mark on his palm flared with a sinister red glow.
Dark markings rapidly spread across half his face.
Karma state—activated!
Hum!
An overwhelming flood of chakra surged through his body.
Madara's aura multiplied several times over in an instant.
"The warm-up is over."
"Now… let's truly begin our dance!"
Boom!
Madara charged again.
This time, he moved so fast that even afterimages failed to form.
"What?!"
Whitebeard's Observation Haki screamed in warning, but his body couldn't keep up.
Bang!!!
Madara's punch slammed squarely into Whitebeard's abdomen.
"Pfft!"
Whitebeard spat out a mouthful of blood as his massive frame was forced backward dozens of steps, each footfall leaving deep craters in the deck.
"Pops!" Marco and the others cried out in horror from afar.
"It's not over yet!"
Madara pressed the assault, unleashing a relentless storm of taijutsu.
Fists, elbows, knees, kicks—
each strike carried enough power to shatter mountains.
Whitebeard gritted his teeth, Murakumogiri swinging like a tempest as he pushed his Armament Haki to the absolute limit.
"Quake!"
He punched the air, cracking space itself in an attempt to force Madara back.
However—
Madara calmly formed a one-handed seal.
"Preta Path: Blocking Technique—Absorption!"
The vibration wave capable of triggering a massive tsunami was partially absorbed the instant it touched Madara's chakra barrier.
The remaining force struck him directly—yet he felt no pain.
"So this is what you call Haki and Devil Fruit power?"
Madara kicked off Murakumogiri's shaft, leaping into the air and looking down at the heavily panting Whitebeard.
"Too crude."
"You have strength, but you don't understand how to wield true power."
"Whitebeard, is this all you've got?"
"If so, you're not even worthy of making me activate my Sharingan!"
Humiliation.
The ultimate humiliation for the world's strongest man.
"Damn brat…"
Whitebeard wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. A fierce light ignited within his clouded eyes.
He gripped Murakumogiri with both hands, his blood roaring.
Even in death, he would uphold the dignity of the name "Whitebeard"!
"Don't get arrogant!"
"I am… Whitebeard!"
Boom!!!
Dark red Conqueror's Haki erupted skyward like a volcanic pillar!
The surrounding sea was instantly pressed flat.
The clouds above were torn cleanly apart.
"Oh? Conqueror's Haki infusion?"
The disdain in Madara's eyes faded slightly.
"Now that's more like it."
"Sea Quake: Heaven and Earth Overturn!"
Whitebeard roared as he unleashed the strongest slash of his life.
The Tremor-Tremor Fruit—fully awakened!
Space itself twisted and shattered beneath the blow, as though the end of the world had arrived.
Facing this apocalyptic strike—
Madara's eyes shifted instantly, the three tomoe connecting and transforming into the Rinnegan.
"Good!"
"This is worth dancing for!"
"Susanoo—Complete Body!"
Rumble!!!
A colossal blue chakra giant, towering nearly a thousand meters tall, rose between heaven and earth.
Wings spread from its back, twin massive swords in hand, like a legendary demon god descended upon the world.
Clang!!!
Whitebeard's all-out strike crashed violently against the Susanoo's giant blade.
The collision caused the seawater across the entire region to evaporate in an instant, revealing the seabed thousands of meters below.
"Break… open!!!"
Blood streamed from Whitebeard's seven orifices as he forced out the last remnants of his vitality.
But—
The gap was simply too vast.
The Complete Body Susanoo, enhanced by Six Paths power and foreign technology, was something no mortal body could shake.
"It's over, Whitebeard."
Madara stood within the crystal on the Susanoo's forehead, gazing at the tiny yet unyielding figure below.
A trace of respect flickered in his eyes.
"You were a fine warrior."
"But your era ended long ago."
"This strike will send you on your way."
The giant chakra sword was raised high, all chakra converging at a single point.
"Samsara—One Slash to Sever All!"
Swish!!!
A blue blade of light cleaved through heaven and earth.
There was no sound—
because sound itself had been cut away.
Murakumogiri let out a mournful cry and snapped in two.
The sword light pierced straight through Whitebeard, sliced through the Moby Dick behind him, and split the ocean all the way to the horizon.
Pfft!
A deep crimson line appeared across Whitebeard's chest.
A fatal wound.
"Huff… huff…"
Whitebeard remained standing, the broken blade still clenched tightly in his hand.
His consciousness faded rapidly.
Yet he did not fall.
Even with his heart stopped, even with his body already dead—
That towering figure stood like an unyielding mountain.
Behind him, there were no scars.
Because in his entire life, he never once retreated.
The world's strongest man—
Edward Newgate.
Died in battle.
Madara dispelled the Susanoo and descended before Whitebeard's corpse.
After a moment of silence, he spoke softly.
"A tough man."
He raised his hand.
A transparent sphere of light, vibrating with terrifying power, flew from Whitebeard's body and condensed into the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
Madara casually put it away.
…
"Pops…!"
"Pops!!!"
In the distance, the Whitebeard Pirates—who had been preparing to retreat—witnessed everything with their own eyes.
Marco collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he let out a wail like a mourning bird.
Jozu. Vista. Izo.
All the division commanders and crew fell to their knees.
Their sky had collapsed.
"Unforgivable…"
Marco rose abruptly, blue phoenix flames blazing around him, eyes bloodshot as he stared at Uchiha Madara.
"Kill him!!!"
"Avenge Pops!!!"
"Even if we die, we'll tear a chunk of flesh off him!!!"
"Charge!!!"
Grief turned into raw, primal rage.
Even knowing it was suicide.
Even knowing they faced an invincible god or demon.
The children who had lost their father still drew their weapons, steered their shattered ships, and charged madly toward Uchiha Madara.
A charge destined for annihilation—
and the final swan song of the pirates of the old era.
At the edge of the battlefield, a small, inconspicuous boat hid behind a reef.
A fat, black-clad man with missing teeth covered his mouth, not daring to make a sound.
Marshall D. Teach.
Blackbeard.
He stared at Whitebeard's unyielding corpse, greed, fear, and tightly suppressed ambition flashing in his eyes.
"Zehahaha… cough…"
He didn't dare laugh aloud, cold sweat pouring down his face.
"Dead… Pops is really dead…"
"The Tremor-Tremor Fruit… taken by that Uchiha Madara…"
Blackbeard clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.
That power—
the power he had dreamed of—was gone.
Everything had been destroyed by the sudden rise of this Uchiha Empire.
"Damn it… damn it… damn it!"
"That Madara… he's not human!"
"Going out now would be suicide…"
He stared venomously at Madara's back, then at the remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates rushing to their deaths.
"Endure it, Teach… endure it…"
"You're still too weak."
"But this ocean is vast. As long as you live… there's still a chance!"
At the center of the battlefield, Madara looked down at the charging "ants," his eyes utterly devoid of pity.
He slowly raised his hand.
A black Truth-Seeking Orb condensed in his palm.
"Want to keep him company?"
"Then… I'll grant your wish."
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