nashuaworldcup Chapter 144: Curing the White Beard!
Chapter 144: Curing the White Beard!
Chen Ye said "Let's start with Dad" very softly.
But it made the white-bearded mountain-like body tremble.
He stared intently at Chen Ye, his eyes burning with a fire, a desire he couldn't control.
Marco was now fully awake.
He looked at Chen Ye, then at his father, his heart pounding in his chest.
"This place is too small."
Chen Ye glanced around the captain's cabin and snapped his fingers.
"Go to Dad's room, it'll be quiet."
A burst of golden light erupted.
The three men vanished from the captain's cabin and, in the next second, landed in the deepest part of the Moby Dick, in Whitebeard's room.
This doesn't look like a bedroom.
It's more like a warehouse crammed with top-of-the-line medical equipment.
There was a lingering medicinal smell in the air.
In the center of the room was a huge bed, with a dozen IV tubes and monitoring cables hanging beside it.
"Gurglalala... For so many years, I've never let anyone see me looking like this."
The white-bearded man laughed and cursed, making no attempt to hide anything, and grabbed his shirt with both hands, tearing it open forcefully.
Stab it!
His powerful body was revealed.
That should have been the strongest chest in the world.
It's covered in scars now.
Scars, bullet holes, burn marks... each one a testament to a battle that seemed to tear the sky apart.
What's even more glaring are the countless needle marks and the tubes that were forcibly inserted into the body to keep the patient alive.
His skin was a sickly pale white; his muscles were still there, but they had lost all vitality.
The world's strongest man?
Shit.
This is an old lion chained to a hospital bed.
"Dad..."
Marco's voice was hoarse.
He was the ship's doctor, and he knew better than anyone that this body had long been hollowed out by decades of battles and the side effects of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
The white-bearded man walked over to the bed and sat down, completely unconcerned.
The movement pulled on the pipe, and he let out a muffled groan.
He looked at Chen Ye without the slightest hint of evasion in his eyes.
"Come on, Chenye!"
"Let me see if your treatment is just empty talk!"
Chen Ye did not reply.
The smile on his face gradually faded, and he exuded an indescribable solemnity.
He walked up to the white-bearded man and extended his right hand.
hum!
A golden flame ignited in his palm.
The fire wasn't hot.
There wasn't even any temperature.
It is a pure light, a pure life force, carrying an ancient and majestic aura.
Just looking at that ball of fire made Marco feel the Phoenix Flame within his body trembling.
That is submission stemming from blood ties.
"Hold on tight, Dad."
Chen Ye's voice was low and deep as he gently placed his hand, which was burning with golden flames, on his chest, which was covered with scars and covered with white beard.
There was no earth-shattering scene.
The golden flames flowed silently into the skin the moment they touched it.
Then, something only God could do happened!
The golden flames came to life, transforming into countless golden threads that surged through the white-bearded man's veins, meridians, and bones, reaching every corner of his body!
Those decades-old hidden injuries, those chronic ailments that kept him up at night, were nothing but paper in the face of this golden divine power.
Visibly, the accumulated darkness began to dissipate.
"Hmm..."
Whitebeard let out a suppressed roar of pain.
His body tensed up suddenly, his muscles twisted into iron knots, and veins bulged wildly beneath his skin.
This is not treatment.
This is war.
A divine war against defilement erupted within him.
Those old wounds are "souvenirs" left from fighting Roger, Shiki, Garp, Sengoku... and other monsters from an entire era.
They had grown together with the white-bearded man's body.
"Disappear."
boom!
The golden light on Chen Ye's palm exploded!
The blinding golden light burst through the room, turning it into a world of pure golden light.
The power of the sun god, having received support, instantly changed from purification to expulsion.
"Aww!"
A roar that sounded inhuman came from the white-bearded man's mouth.
Strands of black and gray energy screamed as they were forced out of his pores and wounds from his body.
The black marks are the wounds left by the Tremor-Tremor Fruit.
The gray color represents the decay left by the years.
The moment these energies came into contact with the air, they were completely burned away by the omnipresent golden light, leaving not even a wisp of smoke.
Marco, standing nearby, was completely dumbfounded.
His mouth was agape, his eyes were practically popping out of their sockets, and his mind was completely blank.
miracle...
This is a true miracle!
His Phoenix Flame had no effect on his father's injuries.
But Chen Ye actually used this unreasonable method to completely uproot the evil thing that had been trapping his father for more than ten years.
Just then.
"Click!"
Whitebeard suddenly opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes were those?
There was no trace of turbidity left; those golden pupils shot out a sharp, piercing light, containing an aura of dominance capable of churning the ocean.
His slightly hunched body suddenly straightened up.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
A series of crisp sounds.
The medical lines connected to him were snapped by his bulging muscles.
Beneath the skin, a sense of power is awakening.
He sensed it.
He clearly sensed it.
The shackles that had weighed him down for over a decade, the sense of decay that made even wielding a knife difficult...
Broken.
An unprecedented sense of ease and a long-lost sense of power overwhelmed him.
"Gurarara..."
The white-bearded man slowly stood up, looked down at his powerful fists, and let out a low laugh.
This feeling is amazing, it's almost as good as when I was at my peak!
The laughter grew louder and louder.
They're getting more and more outrageous.
Finally, he suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth, and roared at the sky.
"roar!"
This roar showed no sign of weakness whatsoever.
It's all about the exhilarating feeling of breaking free from constraints.
It's all about wildness and rebirth.
It's all about the domineering power of a ruler who reigns supreme.
boom!
A terrifying surge of Conqueror's Haki erupted from Whitebeard's body, radiating outwards in all directions.
This domineering aura is so pure.
That was the pinnacle.
It pierced through the room, through the Moby Dick's heavy hull, and became an invisible shockwave that swept across the entire sea.
On the deck of the Moby Dick, the smiles on the faces of thousands of pirates froze.
next second.
Thump! Thump! Thump...
More than half of the new crew members rolled their eyes, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed in droves.
The veteran crew members and captains were all pale-faced and trembling.
Fine cracks appeared on Joz's diamond-like body.
Vista's hand, gripping the sword hilt, was trembling violently.
They all felt as if an invisible hand was gripping their hearts, making it impossible for them to even breathe.
"This...this is...Dad's domineering aura?"
Why does it feel like Dad is back to his peak?
Fencing fencer Vista held on desperately, his voice trembling.
An old man who had followed Whitebeard since Roger's time suddenly knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
Inside the cabin.
Marco stood there, stunned, letting the terrifying aura wash over his body; even his soul trembled.
He could clearly sense it.
The man who, with just his name, instilled fear in the Marine Headquarters and the Four Emperors.
The man who shattered an island with a single punch and unleashed a tsunami with a single kick.
That one person alone made the entire ocean feel suffocated.
The strongest man in the world.
He's slowly coming back!
The roaring stopped.
The white-bearded man stretched his body and looked at Chen Ye. In his domineering eyes, there was gratitude, shock, and ecstasy.
Chen Ye smiled and withdrew his hand, as if he had only done a small thing.
He turned around, looked at Marco who was completely petrified, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Dad's all done here."
"Next, it's your turn, Marco."