socalfunplaces Chapter 1749 Formal Confrontation with Orochi
Chapter 1749 Formal Confrontation with Orochi
Whitebeard's grief-stricken appearance was clearly transmitted throughout the world via the camera of the airship carrying Yamato.
Anger contorted his face, and his bloodshot eyes, filled with extreme grief and indignation, were now being consumed by the flames of revenge.
He had only one thought in his mind—to kill Kurozumi Orochi today!
Kill him in the cruelest way possible!
The body of Hiyori, whom he held in his arms, was rapidly growing cold.
Whitebeard could clearly feel that his adopted daughter's blood was losing its warmth; her once fiery, beating heart had fallen silent forever in his arms, with no possibility of ever being resurrected.
“Marco…”
Whitebeard's voice was hoarse but carried an undeniable determination: "Hiyori is in your hands now. I trust you completely on the ship."
He glanced down at the lifeless girl in his arms, a flash of pain crossing his eyes, and continued, "Don't let anyone touch my daughter's body."
His tears seemed to have dried up, leaving only a chilling murderous intent.
Marco nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with tears, his voice firm: "I will not allow anyone to desecrate Hiyori's body, unless—I die."
Edward Newgate seemed satisfied with the answer.
He carefully cradled Hiyori's body, as if it were fragile crystal, and handed it to Marco, who stretched out his arms and steadily took it.
He could clearly feel the coldness in his arm.
The lifeless chill seeped into his bones, causing another sharp pain in his heart. Marco couldn't bear to look at Hiyori's lifeless, open-eyed state, so he raised his hand to close her eyes, which were now just empty whites.
Unfortunately, just as his fingers brushed against her eyelids, her eyes snapped open again, still wide open, filled with resentment and hatred.
Marco could truly feel the intense resentment conveyed in those white eyes.
That was her deep-seated hatred for Kurozumi Orochi, her anger at the injustice of fate, and her regret at not being able to take revenge herself.
"Why did it have to come to this..."
Marco burst into tears again, his voice choked with emotion, "Ah, the Kurozumi family and the Kozuki family, what a long-standing feud..."
Whitebeard walked up to Marco.
He said nothing, but once again stretched out his rough, calloused hand and gently stroked Hiyori's face one last time, then his fingers rested on her eyelids and gently brushed them downwards.
This time, those eyes, filled with hatred, finally closed peacefully.
It was as if all the obsession and resentment found a sliver of solace in the father's final touch.
Edward Newgate pursed his lips, his face filled with endless heartache. Perhaps Hiyori could only truly find peace when she felt her father's touch.
He took one last look at Hiyori Kozuki, as if trying to imprint her face into the depths of his soul, then resolutely turned around, walked to the bow of the ship, bent down and picked up the blood-stained Murakumogiri from the ground.
The next moment, he jumped down without hesitation.
From the high bow of the Moby Dick, like a heavy mountain, it crashed straight down in front of the black charcoal serpent.
A deafening roar shook the ground. The two men, less than a hundred meters apart, stared at each other across the distance, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder that seemed about to explode.
Hiyori's three wounded retainers—Nekogami, Inuarashi, and Raizo—had scrambled aboard the Moby Dick and were now surrounding Marco, weeping bitterly over Hiyori's body and blaming themselves for their dereliction of duty.
If it weren't for the other crew members holding them back, these three loyal and remorseful retainers would have committed suicide on the spot to atone for their sins.
This deeply moving yet tragic master-servant relationship has left many people heartbroken.
Kurozumi Orochi raised his head and looked up at Edward Newgate, whose expressionless yet terrifying face only made him more terrifying.
His sneer remained unchanged as he spoke in that nauseatingly flippant tone, "Then let me test whether you, the strongest man on the sea, still deserve the title. Are you stronger or Kaido?"
Sesshomaru, who was standing to the side, had already silently taken a few steps back, putting some distance between himself and Orochi.
The brief exchange of glances just now has determined a strategy: Sesshomaru's goal is to seize Hiyori's corpse.
Edward Newgate, the strongest man, will be dealt with personally by General Kurozumi. Whether those left on the Moby Dick can stop Sesshomaru depends on their own fate.
Whitebeard gripped the Murakumogiri tightly, his eyes burning with icy rage that needed no words.
"I want you dead!!!"
A short, violent roar, filled with destructive intent, exploded from the depths of his throat.
An extremely violent Conqueror's Haki, carrying supreme pressure and an aura of destruction, instantly erupted from Whitebeard's body, sweeping across the surroundings!
The air seemed to freeze and tremble, and the navy and pirates who were nearby foamed at the mouth and collapsed unconscious.
At the same time, the Supreme Grade Sword Murakumogiri in his hand suddenly lit up with an unstable, fluctuating milky-white halo—he had pushed the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit to its limit.
"die!"
Whitebeard's arm muscles bulged and he mercilessly chopped down at Kurozumi Orochi's head with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye!
The slash was so fast that even the Kurozumi Orochi couldn't react completely. A flash of light, and the dull thud of the blade cutting through flesh.
Almost on the very first strike of the battle, Whitebeard cleaved Orochi in two from head to toe from a distance.
The two halves of the body did not fall down, but instead quickly split and wriggled to the left and right, transforming in the blink of an eye into two complete, identical black charcoal snakes.
"Humph!"
Whitebeard snorted coldly, his killing intent growing even stronger.
With a flick of his wrist, Murakumogiri drew a sharp arc in the air, instantly changing from a vertical slash to a horizontal one, delivering another strike!
This time, the two newly split black serpents were cut in half at the waist.
In the instant the battle began, Whitebeard had already taken two of Orochi's lives.
Whitebeard's voice was filled with impatience and violence: "Show me your true skills! Don't waste my time with these tricks. I'm going to chop you into mincemeat!!"
Despite the roars and provocations, the four severed corpses did not split apart again.
Instead, they began to dissolve rapidly in a bizarre and unsettling way, like flesh corroded by strong acid, turning into a large pool of viscous, bubbling, dark red blood!
The pool of blood was quite large, emanating a strong, ominous stench.
The black charcoal serpent's voice could not be heard from the pool, but a living creature could be vaguely seen writhing and thrashing violently in the viscous blood.
The movements and sounds grew louder and louder, the gurgling noises sending chills down everyone's spines. Everyone present realized that a non-human monster was about to take shape.
Moments later, from the pool of blood came the even more muffled roar of the black serpent:
"As you wish!!!"