Shanks Vs Whitebeard Novels & Stories

Moana’s POV The clash of metal inside the high council chamber was deafening, the sound echoing off the vaulted timber ceilings like a localized thunderstorm. Sharon’s battleaxe caught the torchlight as it came down, a brutal, horizontal swing meant to cleave Eldrick in two. But Eldrick didn't parry. He ducked beneath the heavy iron head, his movements fluid and unnaturally fast, driven by the raw power of the renewed bond. He drove his short trench blade upward, slicing through the leather straps of Sharon’s shoulder guard, drawing a thick line of red across the warlord's chest.

Galbraith admitted immediately that he was not a match for this person. “How is that possible? You are a 7 Stars Beastman Warrior!” Jack couldn’t help but raise his voice. 7 Stars was the pinnacle of Beastmen and even among this pinnacle, Galbraith had almost no rivals. Individuals like Kaizo who could make him uncertain of his victory or loss were rare enough, but to proclaim that there was one who would defeat him without a hitch was absurd.

East Cobalt Ocean, Shark clan territory. The battle between the combined might of the five clans of the Cobalt Empire Army and the Scarlett Army was ongoing. The army that was mostly made up of the Shark clan was actually holding off the Scarlett Army very well. The Shark clan was well known for their strength after all. This result was to be expected honestly. However, that did not mean they didn’t have their worries. Afro was fighting against a mosasaur-like monster with just his bare hands. Even so, his punch was powerful enough to cave in the skull of the beast. Blood exploded out of the cracks of its skull as it floated lifelessly.

Yoana showed a peculiar look in her eyes, then quietly whispered, “Sir York, according to my intel, Mitchell is completely enraged now. “Not only is he coming here, he even invited an expert from the Shinkage Way along. “I heard that person is a true God of War. “Please be careful. Gods of War from the Island Nations are all grandmasters of Kendo! They’re hard to deal with!” “A grandmaster of Kendo from the Island Nations? A God of War?” Harvey gave a thought to the situation. “Who are you talking about exactly?” “The Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way, Miyata Shinosuke! “He’s a true God of War. “I heard that he already took off. He’ll arrive with Mitchell tomorrow.

He knew now what he needed to do. Ebony black skin flashed past him as the razor sharp end of the spear grazed his cheek. He wasted no time responding. With lightning speed, he pummeled his oversized opponent with his hands and feet. He showed the clumsy giant no mercy. It was kill or be killed. The giant shook his head as he struggled to maintain his balance. Shen swung his leg behind his opponent’s knees and his enormous bulk went down with a crash. Without a moment’s hesitation, Shen picked up the spear and drove it through the center of his tattoo riddled, broad black chest.

Kayson explained the situation briefly, only for Shien to exclaim, “Ghoul Sword is dead?!” Shien’s heart thumped wildly. Ghoul Sword was a pre-celestial expert. Although Shien himself was a captain, it was still impossible for him to take down Ghoul Sword. A criminal like that could only be defeated by captains from the first or second division. Anyone other than them did not seem to have much hope. “Mr. Yarde, will you… let me handle Ghoul Sword’s corpse?”

After all, he was the strongest general under the command of Master Hong, a magnate in the gray zone. One of the heroes that followed Master Hong to conquer the world. His martial cultivation had also reached the early stage of the God of War. How many people in the world could kill him in one second? What a joke! It was simply the biggest joke in the world. "Well, I'd like to see how you can kill me. Do it!" The white man said disdainfully. The others were also excited, wanting to watch this battle! However, Zhang Xuan didn't even raise his Eight Trigrams Blade.

The punch of an S-Class master was not to be played with. Warren was surprised to see that even in his old age, Senior White was still stronger than most of the bodyguards Mr White hired. He then approached Warren at a rapid pace and drilled his fist into Warren's face. However, Warren effortlessly avoided the punch and he even counterattacked with a small jab to Senior White's elbow. The punch Warren dealt wasn't to hurt the old man, but rather to incapacitate him. The moment he felt Warren's punch, Senior White knew he was dealing with a master in cultivation. In a single movement, Warren managed to disarm the old man and left him unable to infuse Reiteki in his right arm.

James supped his wine and commented, “Don’t hold back, Mr. Biefren. You’re immortal right now. You should fight freely and without too much concern.” Emboldened by James's words, Biefren abandoned caution. He swiftly encircled his opponent with eight Primordial Spirits, launching a relentless assault. In a blur of swordplay and elemental fury, the battleground transformed into a maelstrom of chaos, engulfing the combatants. Thud! Thud! Thud! As the dust settled and the dazzling lights disappeared, the mysterious figure materialized into an old man garbed in black and white robes. He took on a strange stance as he stared at Biefren with an expression of shock and disbelief. “Who are you? How

Upon stepping onto the arena, Shyam clenched his fists and said, "I thought you were a coward who was going to stay on Pearl Light Isle forever." In the blink of an eye, Severin swiftly launched an attack without warning, leaving behind a series of afterimages as he rushed toward Shyam with remarkable speed. Shyam was taken aback by the sudden attack, and he quickly mobilized his spiritual energy to form a protective shield in front of him before Severin's punch could land on him.