Chapter 47 – I Thought It Was Just a Speed Bump!
The air seemed to freeze in that exact moment.
Akira's casual words—"a one-day rental"—were like an invisible slap landing right across the face of every member of the Whitebeard Pirates.
"Gurararara…"
Whitebeard's killing intent, which had been on the verge of erupting, instantly halted.
His dignified, weathered face visibly darkened.
Rent?
This brat stole his naginata, and now he wanted Whitebeard to pay just to hold it again?
One billion berries per day?!
"You bastard!!"
"How dare you insult Oyaji like that?!"
Diamond Jozu was the first to explode!
His gigantic body instantly transformed into solid diamond as he prepared to charge!
"Unforgivable!"
Flower Sword Vista drew both his swords. "This kid must die!"
All the other division commanders glared, ready to fight to the death.
"Calm down. I'm kidding, Whitebeard."
Akira glanced at the enraged division commanders, then at Whitebeard—whose face had already gone pitch-black—but his own expression remained relaxed.
He casually lifted a shoulder.
"No need to take it that seriously."
Before Akira even finished speaking, he tossed something forward.
Clang!
The Saijo O Wazamono—Murakumogiri.
The Supreme Grade naginata symbolizing the "Strongest Man in the World"—fell at Whitebeard's feet like discarded trash.
"..."
Every bit of fury in the Whitebeard Pirates froze on the spot.
Akira stepped back two paces, stretching his limbs as if warming up.
The three-meter-tall devilish figure stood there empty-handed, taking a combat stance.
"Alright, I'll give you a discount. Let's say nine hundred ninety million berries."
"Consider it a meeting gift."
Akira grinned, showing bright, polished white teeth.
"After all…"
"Sooner or later, the entire Whitebeard Pirates will belong to me."
"..."
"..."
Whitebeard truly fell silent.
He looked down at the Murakumogiri returned to his feet.
Then at the spare naginata in his own hands.
This brat…
He returned my naginata…
And now…
He intends to fight me bare-handed?!
"This… this damn brat!"
"You're looking down on me?!"
The humiliation he felt now was far worse than the "naginata rental" insult from earlier!
"Who does he think he is?!"
"And who does he think I am?!"
Without even realizing it, Whitebeard almost threw aside the spare naginata.
He nearly accepted the boy's unspoken challenge—a true, unarmed battle between men!
But before he could throw it aside—
Akira's voice cut in again.
"Whitebeard."
"I think you'd better pick Murakumogiri back up."
Akira smiled—yet the smile was sharper than any blade.
"Otherwise…"
"If you lose later, it'll be embarrassing."
"..."
"..."
Hss—
The temperature at the port suddenly dropped to freezing levels.
The last trace of a smile vanished from Whitebeard's face.
Behind those hawk-like eyes, pure killing intent surged and froze into something terrifyingly still.
He bent down slowly—painfully slowly.
Whitebeard picked up Murakumogiri.
Vmmm—
That familiar weight.
That familiar grip.
For the first time in days, the legendary weapon returned to the legend himself.
Whitebeard's battle intent surged to its highest peak!
His massive frame seemed to revert, if only for a moment, to his prime—back to the days of God Valley.
"To think…"
Whitebeard's voice rumbled like a roar from the depths of hell.
"In all these seas…"
"No one has ever dared to look down on me—Whitebeard."
He raised his head slowly, his gaze locking straight onto Akira.
"And you, brat…"
"You're the first!"
"Look down on you?"
Akira heard him—but he only laughed inwardly.
"Three days ago, if I'd met you, maybe I would've had to think things through a little."
"But now…"
A glint of contempt flashed in Akira's eyes.
"I've done five hundred attribute draws in the system!!"
"That's fifty billion berries burned—painfully!"
"My stats are already far, far beyond yours!"
"I don't need tricks!"
"With numbers alone, I can stomp you to death!"
"Gurararara!!!"
Whitebeard was furious beyond belief!
He no longer said anything.
"Brat!!"
"Take this!!"
Whitebeard gripped Murakumogiri with both hands!
His muscles bulged, swelling!
VMMMM—!!
The white aura of the Gura Gura no Mi fused with the crackling streaks of black-and-red Conqueror's Haki, wrapping the entire blade!
No warm-ups!
No testing strength!
This was his strongest slash right from the beginning!
"I'll show you now!"
"The meaning of 'Strongest Man Alive'!!"
"Shatter the Sky!!!"
BOOOOOOM——!!!!!!!
The blade swung down!
A colossal slash, glowing with destructive white light, split the sky and earth apart!
Clouds parted instantly!
The waters near Dressrosa tore open, forming a massive trench whose depth couldn't even be seen!
This slash—
Could very well cut the entire island—and Akira—cleanly in half!
…
Facing this "strongest attack in the world"—
Akira remained standing.
He didn't move.
He simply tilted his head upward.
"Divine Manifestation Technique!!"
A low roar!
BOOOOOM——!!!!
In the eyes of Whitebeard and every single division commander—
Their faces contorted in pure terror—
Akira's body—
Began expanding uncontrollably!
Thirty meters!
Fifty meters!
Eighty meters!
One hundred meters!
…
Two hundred meters!!
…
He didn't stop!
Until finally—
He stopped at…
Three hundred meters.
A size even ancient Giants would have to look up at!
BOOOOM——!!
Akira's massive foot slammed onto the ground!
All of Dressrosa trembled violently!
He stood like a primordial demon holding up the heavens—
Looking down on Whitebeard, who now seemed smaller than an ant.
Akira glanced at the incoming slash.
He simply lifted one foot—large enough to be a mountain.
BOOM!
Jet-black Armament Haki fused with the dark golden glow of the Vajra Body Protection Divine Art, wrapping around the enormous leg!
"Too slow."
"Too weak."
"Relying only on technique…"
"And you dare challenge me?"
Then Akira swung his foot.
BOOOOM——!!!!!!
The gigantic leg collided with the strongest slash in the world.
There was no prolonged clash.
No contest of equal power.
Whitebeard's slash—capable of splitting islands and oceans—
At the very first touch—
Snapped!!
Cracked.
Shattered.
And broke apart into fragments of light, like glass smashed by a titanic hammer!
But Akira's attack didn't stop.
His massive leg swept forward—
Smashing directly into Whitebeard's face, which was still frozen in disbelief!
"Gwahh—!!"
Whitebeard spat blood instantly.
Edward Newgate—the Strongest Man in the World—together with the Murakumogiri he had just "rented" back—
Flew like a baseball struck by a professional hitter!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
His body pierced through more than a dozen buildings Pica had painstakingly constructed earlier.
And finally—with a massive "BAAANG!"—he fell deep into the ocean trench he himself had created with his slash!
"..."
"..."
The harbor fell dead silent.
Jozu, Vista…
Every single division commander still standing—
Was petrified.
Their minds were completely blank.
Akira slowly lowered his skyscraper-sized leg.
He leaned down slightly, looking toward the direction Whitebeard had flown.
His brows arched mildly.
"Huh?"
His voice, like thunder, shook all of Dressrosa.
"This is the world's strongest man?"
"I thought he was just a speed bump?!"
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