Chapter 78

Bai Hu Zi picked up the large bowl and gulped down two bowls of wine.

Although nominally called a "bowl," that enormous vessel could easily accommodate Hou Jue Wo Ban for a bath.

Hou Jue Wo Ban glanced at the giant bowl in Bai Hu Zi's hand, then at his own bowl, barely larger than his palm, and his eyelid twitched twice.

He felt Bai Hu Zi was deliberately making things difficult for him.

"Hey, kid with the white beard, how about we spar after the feast?" Hou Jue Wo Ban licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with predatory light. "They say members of the society can't harm each other! Doesn't that make you a little excited, kid with the white beard?"

Ma Erke's expression shifted slightly.

If Bai Hu Zi hadn't said a word, Ma Erke would have thought Hou Jue Wo Ban was provoking him.

After all, Hou Jue Wo Ban looked about the same age as Bai Hu Zi, yet he called him "kid with the white beard."

"If you really want a fight, fine!"

Bai Hu Zi paused slightly, squinted, and patted the massive naginata on his back, showing no fear whatsoever. "Warming up before a great battle is quite enjoyable."

"Both of you, settle down!"

Su Han sighed lightly, then suddenly his palm was covered in pitch-black Armament Haki.

"Old Hou Jue, if you truly wish to test the limit of our society's rule that members can't harm each other, why not… experience it firsthand?"

Su Han's figure vanished instantly.

Bo Feng Shui Sect, watching helplessly nearby as the two men clashed, saw this and his pupils shrank sharply, his spirit trembling.

"Flying Lei Shen Technique?"

Bo Feng Shui Sect remembered he had only recently taught the Flying Lei Shen Technique to Su Han.

Could he already use it so proficiently?

Moreover, he hadn't even seen Su Han leave a mark on Hou Jue Wo Ban.

In other words… could Su Han's Flying Lei Shen Technique be used without leaving a mark?

Though both were users of the Flying Lei Shen Technique, Bo Feng Shui Sect knew there must be limitations—but at this moment, he was stunned by the power Su Han displayed, feeling a pang of despair.

Unaware that the President's Privilege could instantly max out a member's granted ability, Bo Feng Shui Sect unconsciously overestimated Su Han's talent.

He overestimated it to the point of utter despair—even for himself.

"Boom!"

Too fast. Too fast.

The Flying Lei Shen Technique brought Su Han to Hou Jue Wo Ban's front in an instant. His fist, clenched and coated in Armament Haki, struck Hou Jue Wo Ban's face without hesitation.

Then—swish.

The terrifying punch passed clean through Hou Jue Wo Ban's body, surging with a shockwave, swishing out and slamming into the ocean, sending towering waves crashing upward.

The Moby Dick began to rock violently from the massive waves.

The entire ship erupted in chaos.

The Whitebeard Pirates had thought: since all these people were Old Man's friends, a little looseness wouldn't matter.

But now they saw Su Han unleash this terrifying punch at Hou Jue Wo Ban, who had also been invited—and they froze in shock.

Yet in the next instant, the entire ship burst into clamor.

The crew stared in stunned silence at the distant raging waves.

"This… this power? Unbelievable! Truly unbelievable! So strong! So terrifying!"

"I've only ever felt this kind of oppressive power from Old Man Whitebeard and the King of Beasts, Kaido! I never imagined there could be a monster in this world whose power was this pure!"

"No wonder Old Man invited him as a close friend! Even if he looks young, his strength is this incomprehensible! This man must be an ancient relic from Roger's era—or even from Rocks' era!"

Diamond Jozu's drinking motion froze. He stared blankly at the distant sea, still not fully calmed, and swallowed hard.

When he looked back at Su Han, he shuddered involuntarily.

Though he had eaten the Diamond Fruit and was famed for his defense, he felt he couldn't withstand this terrifying punch either.

Hou Jue Wo Ban moved swiftly, instinctively countering with an elbow strike toward Su Han's abdomen—swish—it passed through like a projection.

Su Han clicked his tongue, swished back to his original position.

"Enough! The test is over. Stop looking for trouble—you two can't fight. In combat state, you can't even touch each other. What's the point?"

Hou Jue Wo Ban's expression turned wildly complex.

He glared suspiciously at Su Han, flexing his wrists as if weighing where to strike. After long consideration, he spat on the ground, said nothing, and turned his head away.

Bai Hu Zi stared at Su Han, his expression now grave and startled: "President… have you already cultivated the Armament Haki I passed on to you to this level? It's nearly equal to mine…"

Bai Hu Zi exhaled slightly. Though he could see Su Han's other two Haki types showed little cultivation…

But that was normal.

How much time had even passed?

No wonder the President is so mysterious.

Bai Hu Zi, equally unaware of the President's Privilege, felt his emotions surge like Bo Feng Shui Sect's, inflating Su Han's talent beyond all bounds.

In short: the President is terrifyingly powerful.