Wanna read ahead? Join my Patreon for just $7 to get early access to all upcoming chapters!
› Patreon.com/NegativeTranslations
──────────────────────────
Chapter 284: The Newspaper of Truth
Shiki appeared and immediately targeted the current overlord of the sea! This was his style! A mad dog! A shit-stirrer! As long as he was around, there would be no peace!
"Gurararara..."
Faced with Golden Lion's almost face-slapping humiliation, Edward Newgate, the man known as the "Strongest Man in the World," showed no rage. Instead, he slammed the Murakumogiri in his hand onto the ground!
BOOM!!!
A terrifying shockwave traveled down the shaft into the earth. The ground of the desert island, which was already trembling, instantly cracked with countless bottomless fissures!
That was a Haki completely distinct from the Golden Lion's fury! Heavy! Deep! Like an abyss, like the sea!
If the Golden Lion's Conqueror's Haki was a hurricane threatening to tear people apart, then Whitebeard's spirit was a towering peak that stood immovable regardless of wind or rain!
"Pops!"
"That bastard..."
Marco's body erupted with blue flames, a rare fierceness appearing in his dead-fish eyes. Behind him, Jozu, Vista, and the others gripped their weapons, eyes red with rage. Insulting Pops was a reverse scale the Whitebeard Pirates absolutely could not tolerate!
"Stand down!"
Whitebeard waved his large hand, stopping his restless sons. His golden eyes, like searchlights, pierced through the sky full of dust, locking dead onto the figure hovering in mid-air.
From the top of his head down to his feet.
Gone was that comical steering wheel. Gone were the two cold famous sword prosthetics. Replaced by... a head of thick, wildly dancing golden hair. And... a pair of perfectly intact legs, rippling with explosive muscular lines!
That was flesh! True flesh and blood!
"Huu..."
Two streams of white vapor shot out from Whitebeard's nostrils. Even with his composure, his pupils couldn't help but contract slightly at this moment. Even though he had seen the photos in the newspaper countless times, even though he had just witnessed Kaido being kicked into the sea... when this old rival he had known for decades truly stood alive and whole before him, the visual impact still set off stormy waves in Whitebeard's heart!
"It seems... that newspaper which always likes to exaggerate didn't lie this time."
Whitebeard's mouth slowly grinned open, revealing his signature confident and heroic smile.
"Shiki! Your legs... they really grew back?!"
"Jihahahaha! Of course, Newgate!"
Shiki laughed arrogantly.
Crack! Crack!
Crisp bone-popping sounds rang out. That was the sound of vitality!
"It's not just simply growing back..." Shiki suddenly stomped on the void!
VROOM!!!
Even though he stepped on air, it produced a muffled sonic boom like thunder! A visible transparent ripple spread madly outward from the sole of his foot! The surrounding space seemed to wail in pain under this stomp!
"Do you feel it? Newgate! This young power! This life force that feels like it's overflowing!"
Shiki spread his arms, the expression on his face intoxicated and manic. "That broken steering wheel stuck in my brain is gone! The current me... is even stronger than twenty years ago!!!"
BOOM!!!
As his voice fell, an even more terrifying aura erupted from Shiki's body again! In the air behind him, a golden phantom faintly emerged! The ground of the desert island, already overwhelmed, crumbled inch by inch like a biscuit! Even the distant sea surface was forcefully pressed down three feet by this aura!
At this moment, Golden Lion Shiki, just by floating there, seemed like the ruler of this world! An invincible god!
"Gulp..."
Standing in the front row, Red-Haired Shanks swallowed hard.
"Is this... the power of the Dungeon?" Shanks subconsciously touched his empty left arm.
However, facing Golden Lion's dominating provocation, Whitebeard did not fly into a rage as everyone expected. He didn't even lift the Murakumogiri.
He simply... slowly... pulled out a newspaper from his chest. A crumpled old newspaper that had obviously been read countless times.
"Hmm?"
Shiki froze, his momentum, which was still climbing, stagnating. What is this old geezer doing? Reading a newspaper? Is this the time to read a newspaper?!
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. Big bro! Your eyebrows are burning! He's about to shit on your neck! What do you mean by pulling out a newspaper? Are you trying to influence him with the power of knowledge?!
"Shiki..."
Whitebeard shook the newspaper in his hand leisurely. On that wrinkled old face, a very strange, very playful expression slowly emerged. It was mockery. Unconcealed mockery, like looking at a fool!
"This look of yours... reminds me of big news I saw a few days ago. Gurararara..."
Whitebeard laughed until his mustache trembled, his eyes full of amusement.
"I heard... right on this island, there was an old bastard who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. He wanted to challenge the rules here as soon as he arrived? And wanted to make this island fly into the sky?"
Thump!
Hearing this sentence, the Golden Lion, who was insufferably arrogant just a moment ago, instantly froze! That arrogant smile solidified on his face like the pause button had been hit!
An extremely bad premonition instantly flooded his heart!
But Whitebeard had no intention of letting him off. He cleared his throat, like an old man telling a story, pointed at the headline on the newspaper, and read it out loud!
"Shock! Old Era Legend suffers Waterloo! Golden Lion Shiki provokes God and is sanctioned on the spot! The majestic Admiral of the Flying Pirates was kneaded into a ball and hung in the sky as the moon?!"
"PFFT—!!!"
Not far away, Red-Haired Shanks, who was drinking and watching the show, sprayed a mouthful of wine directly out! Even the usually calm Benn Beckman dropped the cigarette in his hand.
"I remember that too!" Marco slapped his forehead, his dead-fish eyes instantly filled with gloating light. "There seemed to be such a thing, Pops! At the time, I thought it was fake news just for attention! After all, that's Golden Lion! How could he be kneaded into a ball like mud?"
"I didn't expect..." Marco dragged out his tone deliberately, looking Shiki up and down. "It's actually true?"
──────────────────────────
Support this fanfic by leaving reviews, comments, and Power Stones!
For advance chapters, visit:
› Patreon.com/NegativeTranslations