Chapter 221: Whitebeard Pirates Clash Against the Three Admirals

After a while,

Whitebeard's figure appeared once again on the deck of the Moby Dick,

and the crew members crowded around nervously.

"Old man, did you buy any potions to cure your illnesses from the Game House?"

"It doesn't matter even if we spend a lot more money!"

"That's right, the most important thing is that Old Man can be cured of his illnesses!"

The crew members all chimed in at once,

and the ship's doctor Marco took out medical equipment to begin a full-body examination on Whitebeard, even summoning Phoenix flames, leaving no possible illness unchecked.

"No illnesses detected—the Game Merchant's methods are truly astonishing!"

After the examination ended,

Marco's face was full of shock; the chronic ailments that even Phoenix flames could not heal had actually been cured within just a few short hours.

Moreover, all bodily functions were no longer aging, and had actually returned to their peak.

"As expected of Old Man!"

"I said coming to the East Blue to find the Game Merchant was the right call—that mysterious fellow really could cure Old Man."

"Let's hold a banquet!"

It was an old tradition of the Whitebeard Pirates to hold a banquet whenever something happy happened.

In the past, Old Man was seriously ill and couldn't drink, but now that his illnesses were cured, they had to get him thoroughly drunk.

"Ahem…"

Whitebeard, who had always been outspoken, now lacked his usual boldness and said somewhat guiltily, "The Pollution Lord is about to appear. Let's kill the Pollution Lord first and get the Family Token before holding the banquet."

The crew members came to their senses,

remembering the announcement the Game Merchant had just posted—that the Pollution Lord could drop a Family Token, which was the main reason the Whitebeard Pirates had come to the East Blue.

"As always, Old Man thinks things through!"

The crew members all nodded in agreement, deciding to celebrate together after obtaining the Family Token.

Only Marco, who stood close beside Whitebeard, noticed something was off,

and quietly pulled Whitebeard around to the back of the deck, asking, "I say, Old Man, can you tell me the truth now?"

"There were too many people out there just now…"

Whitebeard's burly body sat on the ground as he looked at his most sensible son and said sheepishly, "Old Man accidentally spent all the money, and doesn't even have enough left to hold a banquet."

"All of it?"

Marco was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "It's fine. The assets on the Moby Dick can only be exchanged for fifty thousand Reward Points anyway, so we can just withdraw them once we return to the New World."

That money could easily be replenished by finding any island where the Whitebeard Pirates were stationed.

Whitebeard said nothing.

Marco had a bad premonition and asked, "Old Man, you didn't sell off all the assets on the islands, did you?"

Whitebeard shook his head.

Marco breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good then. If you only sold off the assets on a few islands, we can make it back in a while."

"Sold them all. Even the islands were sold."

Immediately, those words drilled into his ears.

Marco's pupils trembled as he looked at his old man in disbelief and repeated, "All the assets were sold, and even the islands were sold?"

"That's right."

Whitebeard, whose heart had been tempered by countless years of fighting on these seas, guiltily did not dare to look at his own son.

Although,

according to pirate crew theory, the Captain had disposal rights over all assets,

the Whitebeard Pirates were not like ordinary Pirates. Even for one of the Four Emperors, Whitebeard, spending all the assets left him feeling quite embarrassed.

"It's all the Random Key's fault!"

Whitebeard was deeply vexed.

At first, he had only wanted to gather the talent skills of the Crimson Troll, but the more he refreshed, the better the items that appeared became.

After already buying several talent skills of the Crimson Troll, he still couldn't resist continuing to refresh.

In an absent-minded moment, he spent all the Reward Points.

It wasn't until the system prompted that his Reward Points were insufficient that he came to his senses.

"Old Man really is just like a child…"

After the shock passed, Marco helplessly covered his forehead and said, "Let's just consider it the price of curing the illnesses. If Old Man can be healed, then throwing away all the assets is worth it."

His mindset was very good.

At worst they'd be starting from scratch, but with Whitebeard at the helm, the Four Emperors crew would quickly regain its glory.

"Gurararara…"

Whitebeard adjusted his mindset and laughed loudly, "Don't underestimate the goods Old Man bought. Although they did indeed cost all our assets, they are the safeguard of the Whitebeard Pirates!"

"Alright…"

Marco clearly didn't believe it, but still obediently played along with his old man.

Just as the two were talking,

the previously calm ocean suddenly rippled with faint waves.

It was like a gentle breeze brushing past.

But it made all the players' hearts jolt, and they assumed battle stances.

A thick aura of death leaked out from the already-sealed Death Island.

This meant

that the blockade of Death Island was about to be lifted.

"The Corrupted Lord's drops—the Whitebeard Pirates must have them. Marco, prepare for battle!"

The Moby Dick raised its sails and advanced toward Death Island.

At the same time,

the forces temporarily stationed on nearby sea islands also set sail, racing toward the battlefield at tremendous speed.

On the Red Force, Hongfa Xiangkesi, standing on the deck, drew the Gryphon from his waist.

Haki coiled around him,

and black-red lightning surged forth, blasting away the Navy Warships trying to close in.

His speed was faintly faster than the Moby Dick's.

"Don't let that red-haired brat get there first!"

Whitebeard likewise stood on the deck, swinging Murakumogiri. The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit was unleashed, and the entire sea churned.

"Ice Age!"

A low chant rang out.

An intensely cold aura instantly spread and permeated the surroundings, freezing the rolling waves and forming countless Ice Walls and landmasses.

To prevent the warships from being capsized by the waves.

Aokiji blocked the Moby Dick's direct path, intercepting the Whitebeard Pirates.

Whitebeard narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the figure radiating intense cold, and spoke: "Aokiji, you don't go block Hongfa Xiangkesi, yet you come to block me?"

"After research by Marine Headquarters, the consequences of the Whitebeard Pirates hunting the Corrupted Lord are too severe—they must be stopped!"

Aokiji's gaze was sharp, with none of his usual lazy air.

After all, the man before him was once the world's strongest man—one careless moment and he could be killed.

Whitebeard acknowledged this assessment, nodding: "Is that so? That old fellow Sengoku really thinks highly of me!"

If it were Hongfa Xiangkesi who seized the Corrupted Lord, there might still be room for negotiation with Marine Headquarters.

But he, Whitebeard, would never do such a useless thing.

Boom.

Whitebeard leaped onto the bow,

and an arc of Tremor-Tremor Fruit shockwaves gathered on the Blade of Murakumogiri, slashing down onto the frozen sea.

In an instant,

the absolute freeze that could last for weeks was torn apart inch by inch by the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, and seawater from below gushed out through the cracks.

Aokiji's expression shifted slightly. He continued releasing cold air to withstand the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's might, freezing the sea once more.

"Not good!"

Seeing he was about to be unable to hold on,

Kizaru, transformed into golden light, hovered in the sky, crossed his arms at his shoulders, and shaped his fingers into a round mirror.

"Yasakani no Magatama!"

Countless dazzling beams of golden light, like bullets pouring from a gun barrel, rained down densely toward the Moby Dick.

"Hmph!"

Akainu's face was cold, brimming with confidence and killing intent, as he said: "In the past you hid in the New World, and Marine Headquarters had no spare troops to hunt you down. I never expected you to walk right into a trap—so I'll kill you here in the East Blue."

(End of this chapter)