Chapter 37: The Guild Master Is Terrifyingly Powerful

But this, in fact, isn’t important.

Ma Erke lifted his head, gazing at Su Han, whose face held a faint, gentle smile; his expression became utterly complex.

What truly matters is that figures like Hou Jue, Bo Fengshuimen, and even my own father Bai Hu, all subtly defer to Su Han.

“Who the hell is this guy? He looks so young, and my Kenbunshoku sense tells me he’s genuinely young—not one of those ancient beings pretending youth—so why do so many powerful cultivators treat him this way? Why does even my father treat him like this?”

Bai Hu picked up the large bowl and drank two full cups of liquor, gulping loudly.

Though nominally called a cup, that enormous vessel could easily accommodate Hou Jue for a bath.

Hou Jue glanced at the massive bowl in Bai Hu’s hand, then at his own, barely larger than a palm, and his eyelid twitched twice.

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

“Old Whitebeard, how about we spar after the feast?” Hou Jue licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with predatory light. “They say members of the guild can’t harm each other—doesn’t that make you a little excited, Old Whitebeard?”

Ma Erke’s expression shifted slightly.

If Bai Hu hadn’t remained silent, Ma Erke would have thought Hou Jue was provoking him.

After all, Hou Jue looked roughly Bai Hu’s age, yet called him “Old Whitebeard kid.”

“If you really want a fight, I’ve no problem with that!”

Bai Hu paused briefly, squinted, and patted the enormous naginata on his back, showing no fear. “A little warm-up before a big battle isn’t such a bad thing.”

“Both of you, calm down!”

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

“Old侯爵, if you truly wish to test the limits of the guild’s immunity rule, why not experience it firsthand?”

Su Han’s figure vanished instantly.

Beside him, Water Mirror, who had been helplessly watching the exchange, saw this and his pupils shrank sharply, his spirit trembling.

“Flying Thunder God Technique?”

Water Mirror remembered he’d only recently taught Su Han the Flying Thunder God Technique.

Could he already wield it so flawlessly?

And he hadn’t even seen Su Han leave a mark on Hou Jue.

In other words… could Su Han use the Flying Thunder God Technique without leaving a mark?

Though also a user of the Flying Thunder God Technique, Water Mirror knew there must be limits—but at this moment, he was stunned by Su Han’s power, feeling a pang of discouragement.

Unaware that the Leader’s Privilege could instantly max out a member’s granted ability, Water Mirror unconsciously overestimated Su Han’s talent.

He overestimated it to the point of despairing even for himself.

“Boom!”

Too fast. Too fast.

The Flying Thunder God Technique brought Su Han before Hou Jue in an instant. His fist, clenched and coated in Armament Haki, struck Hou Jue’s face without hesitation.

Then—swish.

The terrifying punch passed clean through Hou Jue’s body, surging with wind pressure, and shot out into the sea, sending towering waves crashing.

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

The entire ship erupted in chaos.

Members of Whitebeard’s crew had thought: if they’re all Old Man’s friends, a little looseness shouldn’t matter.

But now they saw Su Han unleash this terrifying punch at Hou Jue, who’d also been invited—and they froze.

Yet in the next instant, the ship burst into uproar.

Crewmen stared in stunned silence at the distant storm-tossed sea.

“This… this power? Unbelievable! Truly unbelievable—so strong, so terrifying.”

“I’ve only felt this oppressive force before from Old Whitebeard and the King of Beasts, Kaido! Could there really be a monster in this world whose power is 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’ time.”

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 involuntarily shivered.

Though he’d eaten the Diamond Fruit and specialized in defense, he felt he couldn’t withstand that terrifying punch.

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

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’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 deck, said nothing, and turned his head away.

Bai Hu stared at Su Han, his expression now grave and astonished: “Leader… have you already refined the Armament Haki I sent you to this level? It’s nearly equal to mine…”

Bai Hu 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?

Could it really be that the mysterious Leader is this extraordinary?

Bai Hu, equally unaware of the Leader’s Privilege, felt the same surge of emotion as Water Mirror—his estimation of Su Han’s talent soared without limit.

In short: the Leader is terrifying indeed.

The Phoenix Marco also slightly narrowed his pupils.

Then, his gaze toward Su Han carried reverence. No wonder Su Han could earn the respect of Old Man Whitebeard—he truly possessed such power.

Just from that single punch and the teleportation he couldn’t even decipher, Su Han was undoubtedly worthy of ranking among the top fighters in the Pirate King’s world.

Hmm… only Su Han himself knew.

He was a top-tier fighter, but only for short bursts.

On the surface he appeared calm, but internally Su Han had just calculated his remaining stamina—he twitched slightly, for those casual moves had drained three-quarters of his strength.

“This is really toxic… when will I ever escape this five-minute power state?”

Su Han sighed, but then something occurred to him; he closed his eyes and glanced at his guild list inside his mind.

Soon, he found what he was looking for.

Name: Stamina Talisman

Effect: Fully restore all stamina

Price: 200 points

A simple line of text, yet Su Han’s heart jolted upon seeing it.

This Stamina Talisman was far too terrifying.

It fully restored all stamina, with no restrictions whatsoever.

In other words, could it also instantly restore all stamina for someone like Whitebeard?

More importantly, this talisman cost only 200 points.

But after thinking it over, Su Han shook his head. There were still limits—he and Whitebeard’s power stemmed from stamina, but others might not.

For example, the Marquis Vorbahn’s foundation lay in divine authority.

Su Han quietly asked inside his mind: “Guild System, I have a question—if your system can offer a Stamina Talisman, do you also have special talismans that heal all injuries or extend lifespan?”

“Ding! Guild system level insufficient. Cannot exchange.”

“Ding! The Guild Master, as the first-tier authority, can purchase far more than ordinary members.”

The words seemed light, yet the sheer volume of implied information made Su Han pause again.

So the Guild Master could buy far more than ordinary members?

If that’s the case…

Su Han opened his eyes and regarded Whitebeard thoughtfully. Could Whitebeard not even see the Stamina Talisman Su Han had just viewed?

“What’s wrong?” Whitebeard felt uneasy under Su Han’s stare.

Previously, everyone in the guild respected Su Han because he was the Guild Master and held sufficient authority.

But now, Whitebeard, Vorbahn, and others respected Su Han not just for his authority, but also for his immense power.

“I’d like to ask—what can you buy from the guild’s system warehouse?” Su Han asked softly, having organized his thoughts.

Minato Namikaze gave Su Han a strange look and replied: “Only the Travel Talisman.”

“Same here!” The Marquis Vorbahn grumbled slightly, but considering he’d suffered no harm and that the authority boss was untouchable, he swallowed his frustration.

Whitebeard shrugged, saying nothing.

Su Han pondered. He’d glanced just now—though he hadn’t examined exactly what he could purchase, he’d counted at least a dozen items.

The Guild Master’s privileges were far more powerful than he’d imagined.