Chapter 847: The final duel!

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.

Whitebeard calmly dodged Locke's attack and then quickly launched a counterattack.

"Locke, I will not lose either!" Whitebeard roared, releasing destructive power.

The two men's fists collided, and a powerful shockwave instantly spread; the air on the battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment.

Locke and Whitebeard looked at each other, both feeling the strength of the other. Neither was willing to show weakness, and both wanted to prove their own power.

The battle entered its most intense stage, and Locke and Whitebeard engaged in an ultimate duel. Each of their attacks was enough to destroy the earth, and each dodge revealed exquisite footwork.

"Whitebeard, no matter how strong your destructive power is, my flames will purify everything!" Locke whispered, his entire body surging with incomparable heat.

Whitebeard stared at Locke, his eyes flashing with admiration.

"Locke, your Flame-Flame Fruit is indeed strong, but I have my trump card too!" Whitebeard said mysteriously.

Locke's heart stirred; he knew Whitebeard was not going all out. He felt the even more powerful strength hidden within Whitebeard.

"Whitebeard, you have even more powerful strength? Then let me see it!" Locke said with anticipation.

Whitebeard smiled, his body radiating an even more intense aura.

"Locke, this is my true power; prepare to accept it!" Whitebeard's voice carried solemnity and determination.

The battle reached its climax, and Locke and Whitebeard unleashed their respective powers with all their might. Their fists collided, releasing tremendous energy fluctuations, and the battle entered its final stage. Their figures crossed in the sea breeze, stirring up huge energy fluctuations.

Locke's entire body radiated scorching flames, while Whitebeard radiated incomparable destructive power.

"Whitebeard, this is our final duel!" Locke shouted loudly.

Whitebeard smiled and did not retreat in the slightest.

"Locke, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time! Let us use our most powerful strength to decide the outcome!" Whitebeard shouted, waving his arms.

The two men's fists collided again, releasing tremendous energy fluctuations, and the battle entered its final stage. Each of their attacks was enough to destroy the earth, and each dodge revealed exquisite footwork.

Locke felt the suppression of Whitebeard's power, but he was unwilling to retreat. He condensed all his will and power, using flames and determination to display his own path of hot blood. ===== CHAPTER 849 =====