Chapter 843: Battle against Whitebeard!

Whitebeard was a massive and majestic old man; he possessed incomparable power and fearless courage. His presence made Locke feel filled with awe and a desire for challenge.

"Whitebeard, I am Locke, master of the Scorching Executor—Rabac. I have come to challenge you to see if your strength is enough to earn my respect!" Locke's voice was filled with the will to fight.

Whitebeard smiled, his eyes flashing with the hot blood of battle.

"Locke, you are a courageous young man. Come, let us use our fists and will to decide who is the true powerhouse!" Whitebeard shouted, waving his arms.

The battle began, and Locke and Whitebeard quickly entered an intense confrontation. Locke transformed into the Scorching Executor—Rabac; his body radiated intense heat, dark energy and scorching flames intertwining.

"Whitebeard, feel my power!" Locke shouted loudly.

Whitebeard smiled and met Locke's attack. His fists carried destructive power, each swing releasing astonishing destructive force.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, each collision of fists releasing astonishing shockwaves. Locke's flames and Whitebeard's destructive power formed a chaotic battlefield.

"Whitebeard, your power is indeed strong, but my scorching power will overwhelm everything!" Locke roared, his entire body surging with scorching energy.

Whitebeard's gaze remained firm; he did not retreat in the slightest.

"Locke, your Flame-Flame Fruit is indeed strong, but I will never admit defeat! I will use my will and power to overcome you!" Whitebeard responded firmly.

The battle escalated further; Locke and Whitebeard were high-spirited, their attack frequency increasing, with every punch landing on flesh.

"Whitebeard, no matter how strong your destructive power is, I will never yield!" Locke gritted his teeth, his entire body radiating scorching flames.

Locke felt Whitebeard's determination; he took a deep breath and condensed his most powerful strength.

"Scorching Executor—Rabac, release all your power!" Locke whispered, flames rising around his body.

Locke launched an all-out attack; his fists carried scorching flames as he struck toward Whitebeard.

"Whitebeard, this is my final strike!" Locke shouted loudly. ===== CHAPTER 845 =====