Pirates: Whitebeard Pirates Creator of All Things Chapter 088

“How is that possible? My attack was shattered so easily,” Crocodile’s face darkened as he watched the scene before him, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

Not long ago, he had fought a fierce battle against the Devil’s Heir, Barrett, for a day and a night. Barrett’s strength was as ferocious as a monster, but even he hadn’t displayed such heaven-defying power. Faced with Crocodile’s powerful attacks, Barrett would evade, not daring to confront them head-on.

It was said that Barrett had fought to a draw with Silvers Rayleigh, the vice-captain of the Roger Pirates, and it was rumored that the difference in strength between Roger and Rayleigh wasn’t significant.

Roger and Whitebeard Newgate were both legendary pirates, with comparable combat power. Based on this, even if Crocodile couldn’t defeat Whitebeard Newgate, he shouldn’t lose too badly.

Buggy: Just kidding, I was just saying.

Morgans: My news, my rules. Don’t you know the three elements of news? Exaggeration, exaggeration, and more exaggeration from Tom! You actually took that seriously?

Crocodile’s brow furrowed deeply as he pondered inwardly, “Now that I’m here, I can’t back down.”

From the moment he resolved to compete with Whitebeard Newgate, he would persevere, no matter the difficulties and challenges he faced.

“Arc Dune Slash!”

Crocodile rapidly condensed two arc-shaped sand blades in the palms of his hands, the blades spinning incessantly.

Crocodile took a deep breath and then swung his arms forcefully. The two arc blades instantly seemed to come to life, rapidly growing in size. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into two massive desert scimitars, dozens of meters long, hurtling towards Whitebeard Newgate like lightning with a sharp momentum.

“The power of a Logia Devil Fruit is truly terrifying,” Whitebeard Newgate muttered to himself, watching Crocodile turn the ground into a desert.

“Boom!”

Faced with the fierce attack before him, Whitebeard Newgate chuckled lightly. The power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit surged from his body like raging waves, tightly enveloping the blade of his Supreme Grade Sword, Murakumogiri.

Then, Whitebeard Newgate’s massive body sank slightly, like a volcano about to erupt, containing endless power.

His thick arms were like coiling dragons, veins bulging, muscles tense, each vein throbbing, displaying the surging power within him. This powerful force gathered on his arms like a torrent.

Immediately afterward, Whitebeard Newgate exerted his strength, his arms swinging like lightning, carrying Murakumogiri and slashing fiercely at the desert scimitars. This slash contained domineering power, its momentum magnificent, like a thunderbolt.

In an instant, Murakumogiri collided with the desert scimitars, emitting an earth-shattering roar. Sand and dust flew everywhere under the violent and destructive power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, proving to be vulnerable, instantly shattered into countless tiny grains of sand, falling to the ground like rain.

Whitebeard Newgate’s sword aura was even more powerful. The incredibly sharp sword aura cut a scar on Crocodile’s cheek, causing blood to flow freely.

“Desert Burial: Entombment!”

Watching Whitebeard Newgate approach step by step, Crocodile felt immense pressure at this moment, beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead. He didn’t even have time to wipe away the blood, taking a deep breath before placing his hands on the ground, his body beginning to elementize.

In an instant, all the moisture on the ground beneath his feet was absorbed, rapidly spreading outward from Crocodile, heading straight for Whitebeard Newgate.

“Boom!”

Watching the rapidly desertifying attack that continued to absorb moisture approach, Whitebeard Newgate planted Murakumogiri on the ground and slammed his fists into the void. In an instant, it was as if all of time and space had stopped, the space in front of him instantly shattering, the sound of glass breaking ringing out continuously. The next second, a terrifying air current, like a Category 5 hurricane, surged towards Crocodile,

The desertified land beneath his feet instantly cracked and cracked again, deep ravines splitting the entire nearshore area. Seawater poured in, and the originally sandy and dry ground instantly became moist. Crocodile’s plan to use his Devil Fruit ability to absorb moisture from the human body completely failed.

“Whoosh—”

Armament Haki was wrapped around the Supreme Grade Sword, Murakumogiri. Whitebeard Newgate’s massive body leaped up, heading straight for Crocodile, a swift and powerful slash coming down from above, wanting to defeat this ignorant brat before him.

However, Crocodile seemed to be frightened by the god-like, demon-like red-eyed Whitebeard Newgate, momentarily forgetting to react. By the time he came back to his senses, Murakumogiri had already slashed down. Watching the attack heading straight for his face, he subconsciously raised his hand to use the sand created by the Suna Suna no Mi to block it, but he still couldn’t defend against Whitebeard’s terrifying Haki.

“Pfft—”

One of his hands was directly cut off by Whitebeard, blood splattering everywhere. The piercing pain made Crocodile couldn’t help but scream, unable to continue fighting. At this moment, Crocodile paid the price for his conceit and arrogance.

“Marco, bandage him up,” Whitebeard Newgate said nothing as he watched Crocodile, who had lost his will to fight, and turned to leave.

This scene, in Crocodile’s eyes, was not a benevolent redemption, but utter contempt and disdain, as if he had never been taken seriously. This made the young and vigorous Crocodile grit his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, staring fixedly at Whitebeard Newgate’s back. A special kind of shame, unwillingness, and hatred welled up in his heart.

“One day, I will definitely get my revenge,” Crocodile thought silently in his heart.

New World, below the Red Line, more than 10, 000 meters underwater, a special island wrapped in bubbles – Fish-Man Island.

In a plaza not far from the Sea Forest on Fish-Man Island, a petite and adorable blue mermaid, Shirahoshi, was holding a crystal ball and beginning to make a prediction.

Suddenly, Shirahoshi extended her ten fingers and whispered, “The reason why the Sea Kings are attacking Fish-Man Island is that they are waiting for the birth of the Fish-Man Princess.”

“Princess?”

“Oh, so His Majesty the King is going to have a child?”

“Really? That’s wonderful!”

…

“What are you talking about? I’m not married yet,” Neptune waved his hands repeatedly, somewhat embarrassed.

“But, the previous king’s time of death was predicted accurately.”

“Moreover, the time of the sexy, cough, hateful mermaid Otohime’s demonstration and parade was also predicted without any deviation,” the soldiers of Fish-Man Island’s palace said one after another.

“Otohime, what prediction came true? Nothing of the sort,” Neptune blushed as the sexy figure of Otohime appeared in his mind.

“See, Neptune, the Sea Kings’ attack has nothing to do with us, right? Quickly take us to see those two Poneglyphs,” Roger said loudly at this moment, as if he couldn’t wait.

“Alright, alright, I misunderstood you just now,” Neptune explained somewhat embarrassedly.