MM Racing Chapter 258 Determination! The Confluence of Shock and the Sun
Chapter 258 Determination! The Confluence of Shock and the Sun
Chapter 258 Determination! The Confluence of Shock and the Sun
"Nothing happened?"
Whitebeard's voice deepened, and his eyes, capable of seeing the secrets of the sea, were fixed on Ace.
"On the Skypiea, I will face a guy who makes even me, who is far away in the New World, tremble with fear—in Water Seven, I will witness the terrifying Heroic Spirits summoned by Rob Lucci's kid."
"More importantly—you witnessed firsthand the power that bastard Teach now wields."
"That divine power, capable of instantly annihilating everything, causing the entire world government to tremble in fear!"
Every word Whitebeard uttered was like a heavy hammer, striking Ace's heart, and also striking the hearts of all the crew members around him who were listening intently.
Ace's smile froze completely. He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found that any words would be pale and powerless in the face of his father's unmistakable facts.
He thought he could hide it and bear this heavy pressure alone.
But he forgot that he was facing a white-bearded man.
He is the world's strongest man, who has traversed the oceans for decades, with an intelligence network spanning the four seas, and knows the pulse of this ocean like the back of his hand. "I'm not senile yet, Ace."
The white-bearded man's voice carried an undeniable authority, but also a deep concern for his son's attempt to shoulder everything alone.
"Whatever happens on this vast ocean, if I want to know, very little can escape my ears."
Ace lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.
Silence, like a heavy curtain, enveloped the father and son.
Marco, Joz, and Vista also fell silent, and they could feel the unspoken heaviness in their voices.
After a long while, Ace murmured in a voice that was almost only audible to himself.
"—Precisely because I know this, I must not—"
For a short while, the smoke from the battle on Konos Island had not completely dissipated, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and a faint stench of blood.
The Whitebeard Pirates crew, under Marco's command, are working diligently to treat the wounded, clean up the battlefield, and repair their ship.
The survivors of the ordeal spontaneously brought food and water, their eyes filled with gratitude as they looked at Whitebeard and the others.
On the deck of the Moby Dick, however, the atmosphere was not as relaxed and triumphant as it was below.
Ace stood at the bow of the ship, his back to Whitebeard, who was receiving bandages from Jozu. His hands gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The sea breeze ruffled his short black hair, but it couldn't dispel the deep sorrow etched between his brows.
He could hear his father's deliberately suppressed groans behind him, and smell the strong scent of herbs and blood.
Every sound, every smell, was like a needle piercing his heart.
Karna stood silently beside him, his golden eyes gazing calmly at the churning sea in the distance, like a silent golden statue awaiting the Master's decision.
Finally, Ace took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and turned around abruptly. He forced a relaxed smile on his face, walked up to Whitebeard, squatted down, and looked his father, who was sitting in a specially made giant chair, at eye level.
"Dad, look, things have stabilized on Kronos' side too." Ace deliberately made his voice light and cheerful.
"You and everyone else should rest and recuperate here. Little Sun and I will go to Fishman Island."
"Luffy has gotten a lot stronger now, and with Roger and the King of the Assassins around, there won't be any problems!"
"Dad, let me tell you, the heroic spirit summoned by that skeleton is incredibly powerful—"
Whitebeard didn't speak, but simply looked at Ace quietly with his deep, ocean-like eyes.
That gaze seemed to pierce through all pretense, reaching straight to the heart.
He raised his uninjured arm, and gently placed his huge palm on Ace's head, rubbing it, just like when Ace had first arrived.
"Kuralalalala————" The white-bearded man laughed, his laughter still loud, but with a hint of barely perceptible hoarseness.
"You little rascal, you've grown up, aren't you? Now you know how to care for your old man?"
Ace's nose stung with tears, and he quickly lowered his head to hide his instantly reddening eyes, and said in a muffled voice.
"I—I just think that this kind of running around is better left to us young people! Dad, you stay behind and hold things up!"
"To keep watch?" The white-bearded man withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping over his sons on the deck, who, though exhausted, still had determined looks in their eyes.
Marco, Joz, Bista, Bramank—each one was injured, yet without exception, they stood tall.
"Ace, who do you think I am? I'm Whitebeard!"
"As long as I have a breath left, there's no reason for me to let my sons take the lead while I hide in the back!"
He paused, his voice deepening with an undeniable resolve: "Fishman Island is my territory. Jinbe, that kid, is family too."
"That bastard Blackbeard Teach is someone I must personally eliminate! There's no room for negotiation on this."
"But Dad!" Ace suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with urgency and worry.
"Your body! And everyone else—the power Blackbeard possesses now is simply—"
"Ace." Karna's calm voice interrupted him. The Heroic Spirit stepped forward, looked at the white-bearded man, and nodded slightly.
"Your Excellency Whitebeard, your will and spirit are truly admirable."
"However, Master's concerns are not unfounded. The level of power Blackbeard has displayed is beyond the capabilities of ordinary pirate crews."
"A direct confrontation, even if victorious, would come at an extremely heavy cost."
Having said that, Ace suddenly stood up, his back to everyone, his shoulders trembling slightly, his voice suppressing immense emotions.
"I'm going out for some fresh air."
The deck fell silent as Ace practically fled in panic.
Marco sighed, walked over to Whitebeard, and whispered, "Dad, Ace—he's just too worried about you."
Whitebeard stared intently in the direction Ace had disappeared, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
"Kuralalala—I know. This kid has finally become a real man, and knows how to shoulder the burden."
He slowly clenched his fist.
"But precisely because he is Lao Tzu's son, Lao Tzu cannot allow him to face that monster alone!"
He looked at Karna: "Son of the Sun, do you think I'm qualified to participate in this battle?"
Karna's expression turned serious: "This—as far as I know, Shanks and his followers, along with their Heroic Spirits, are currently in Elbaf."
"They were once Alabasta's allies and are very powerful. If we get their help, our chances of winning will increase significantly."
A glint flashed in Whitebeard's eyes: "That red-haired brat Shanks, huh? — Kuraraara! Alright! Marco, find a way to contact the Red-Haired Pirates immediately!"
"Tell them what's going on here! I refuse to believe that brat who values balance will just sit idly by and let Blackbeard completely wreak havoc on this ocean!"
"Kuralalala!"
Whitebeard suddenly burst into laughter, his aura sharp as an eagle, directly bypassing the crowd and locking onto Karna.
"Marco will naturally contact the red-haired brat. But, Son of the Sun, you still haven't answered my question."
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His voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable fighting spirit and a solemnity that bordered on entrustment.
"You still haven't answered me whether I'm qualified to participate in this battle!"
Hearing his father's roar, Ace turned around instantly.
The white-bearded man slowly stood up, his 6-meter height exuding an aura of oppression.
His gaze and Ace's seemed to transcend everyone else, meeting from afar.
"I know I'm getting old—and the heroic spirits you summon are ridiculously strong. In this increasingly chaotic world, I'm really starting to fall behind."
In an instant, Whitebeard raised the Murakumogiri sword high in his hand and then slammed it down on the deck. The strong gust of air made everyone unable to open their eyes.
Karna remained unmoved amidst the turmoil, quietly confronting Whitebeard.
"Before I entrust my stupid son to your care, let me personally consider whether you are qualified!"
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"Let this stubborn brat see clearly whether his old man still has the strength to wield this Murakumogiri!"
"Dad!!" Ace was horrified and rushed between the two, spreading his arms to block Karna.
"Are you crazy?! How can your body—"
"Master, please step back."
Karna spoke calmly, his golden eyes meeting the white-bearded man's eyes, which burned with fighting spirit and complex emotions.
In an instant, the two top figures seemed to have completed a silent exchange.
Karna understood that this was not simply a provocation or a test.
This is a father confirming his son's future guardian in his last and proudest way.
At the same time, he was also proving to his son that he was still the father who could support him!
"Lord Whitebeard," Karna nodded slightly, his posture still respectful, yet a chilling aura emanated from him.
"Your challenge, I, Karna, son of Surya, the sun god, accept. This battle is only to test our mettle."
"Little Sun! Even you—" Ace tried to stop him.
"Ace!" the white-bearded man shouted in a low voice, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
"Get the hell out of my way! This is a conversation between men! If you still consider me your father, shut up and watch!"
Marco and the others stepped forward, their expressions complex but resolute as they pulled Ace aside.
They understood their father's intention: this was not just a battle, but a ritual, a ritual about faith, inheritance, and protection.
The center of the deck was instantly cleared.
The white-bearded man slowly stood up, despite still having bandages wrapped around his body.
Despite the lingering pain from his internal injuries, his entire demeanor changed dramatically the moment he grasped the Murakumo-giri!
He is no longer the old man whose injuries and illnesses caused his son to worry, but the world's strongest man, standing at the top of the sea, with a spirit that can swallow mountains and rivers!
A terrifying, invisible pressure spread out from him, and the air hummed with unbearable strain!
Karna stood still, and his golden armor appeared naturally, as if he were bathed in sunlight.
He didn't actively release his aura, but like a stabilizing force, he steadily neutralized the Whitebeard's overwhelming pressure.
Without warning, the white beard moved!
The enormous body unleashed an astonishing speed completely disproportionate to its size. The Murakumogiri, wrapped in extremely refined vibrating white light, delivered a simple and direct horizontal slash!
There are no fancy tricks, only ultimate power and the law of destruction!
"It cracked!"
Space seemed to shatter like glass before his blade, white cracks spreading with a terrifying power that devoured everything!
Karna's eyes narrowed, and he dared not be negligent.
He could feel the immense power contained in that strike, enough to easily destroy an island!
However, even so, this power was still no match for him.
He did not use any special weapon; he simply held the golden spear in front of him.
The tip of the spear gathers a point of extremely concentrated sunlight, not for attack, but for the ultimate defense.
boom-!!!
Murakumogiri clashed fiercely with the Golden Spear!
It wasn't the sharp clang of metal clashing, but a terrifying explosion like the beginning of time!
A blinding white light and golden flames shot into the sky, and a violent shockwave exploded outwards in a ring!
The giant ship Moby Dick was struck as if by an invisible hammer, tilting violently to one side, its hull groaning in a way that made your teeth ache!
The surrounding sea surface was instantly compressed, forming a huge depression. The waves were forcibly pushed aside, revealing the reefs below!
Ace, Marco, and the others had to use their Haki to stay firmly on the deck to avoid being thrown away by the terrifying impact!
Ace stared at the center of the collision with eyes wide with rage.
As the light faded, Karna was seen standing firmly in place, his golden spear held horizontally in front of him, blocking the shockwave that was powerful enough to tear space apart.
But the specially made deck beneath his feet had shattered inch by inch, and even the magic power was showing faint tremors!
Whitebeard's all-out attack actually disrupted Karna's rhythm!
"Kuralalala!!!"
The white-bearded man laughed wildly, his attacks like a storm, each swing of Murakumogiri drawing upon the power of heaven and earth.
He unleashed the full power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, causing the space around him to constantly crumble and reform, as if he himself were the center of destruction and reshaping!
"This isn't over yet! Son of the Sun! My strength is far more than this!"
Karna's expression was solemn as he brandished his golden spear, deflecting and parrying the terrifying shockwaves that came his way time and time again.
His marksmanship was exquisite; every parry was perfectly executed, deflecting maximum force with minimal effort.
He adhered to the principle of stopping short of using any real force and did not resort to any lethal moves.
But Whitebeard had already used all his strength, and that seemingly inexhaustible power made him feel the pressure.
This is a pure clash of power, a valiant challenge from the peak of mortals to the realm of gods!
The battle continued, and the Moby Dick shook violently like a leaf in a storm.
Everyone held their breath, watching this battle that defied common sense.
Finally, after another hard clash, Whitebeard took a deep breath, his aura reaching its peak, and the white light wrapped around Murakumogiri blazed intensely.
He poured all his strength, all his beliefs, all his pride, and even his life force into this final blow!
This is the strongest voice he could utter as a father and as the strongest man in the world!
"Ace—!! Watch closely—!!!"
He roared, and with a will that seemed to shatter the world, he slashed out with the Murakumo Cutter, aiming straight for Karna's chest!
Karna's pupils contracted slightly; he could sense the difference in this attack.
He blocked with his golden spear, channeling all his divine power into his armor!
"Clang—!!!"
An unprecedented, soul-piercing roar erupted!
This time, the golden figure was shaken and slid back half a step for the first time!
And at the point where his golden armor, which was hailed as an absolute defense, came into contact with the tip of the Murakumogiri spear, cracks appeared that spread out like ripples!
This attack! It has already broken through the golden armor's defense!
Although it recovered in an instant under the surge of divine power, the fact that it was shaken at that moment was undeniable!
The aftershocks of the collision subsided.
The white-bearded man, leaning on his arm, was breathing heavily, his white beard soaked with sweat.
The wounds on his body had obviously reopened due to this all-out burst of power, oozing crimson blood.
But his back remained straight, and instead of showing signs of exhaustion and defeat, his face revealed a bright and joyful smile of pride!
He looked at Karna, at the golden armor restored to its original state, and laughed heartily.
"Kurarararara!!! How was that?! Son of the Sun, was that powerful enough?! When I was younger, it was much more intense—"
Karna slowly lowered the golden spear, looking at the white-bearded man's smile, a mixture of pride and relief.
On his calm and composed face, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he nodded steadily.
"Enough to shake the sun."
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