"Damn brat..."
"Urgh..."
Spurt!
A spray of blood erupted from Whitebeard's mouth. Seeing this, his "sons" rushed forward in panic.
"Pops!"
"Stay back!"
"This old man is fine!"
Whitebeard wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised a hand to signal his sons to hold their ground. At the same time, the Beasts Pirates reacted, and the two sides clashed again in a chaotic melee.
"Oi, old man!" Jack pointed at the blood on the ground, his expression serious.
"Are you trying to pull some scam here? I didn't even touch you! If you suddenly keel over and die from some illness, make sure to tell your sons first, alright?"
"Don't go blaming your death on me!"
"You brat!"
Whitebeard, incensed, let out a booming laugh before shouting:
"Want me dead? With just you? Maybe in your next life!"
Boom!
Jack charged at him with his spiked club, and the two clashed violently. After exchanging a few blows, Whitebeard growled in frustration.
"Oi, brat! Don't you have an ounce of dignity as a warrior? Why are you dodging?"
"Weren't you bragging about how tough you are?!"
Jack gave him an incredulous look.
"Why wouldn't I dodge? If I didn't, I'd definitely get hurt by your attacks!"
"Dignity as a warrior? Old man, this isn't a duel! This is a war between two pirate crews!"
He shrugged, adding with a smirk:
"Besides, what's dignity worth? Does blood turn into wine when you get injured?"
"You damn brat..." Whitebeard muttered under his breath. After a moment, he sighed softly.
"You really are shameless."
"Shameless?" Jack pointed to himself, feigning innocence.
"Old man, I'm just a kid! Where I'm from, anyone under eighteen is still considered a minor!"
"Bullshit! Since when does Fish-Man Island have rules like that?!"
"There's a lot you don't know, old man!"
"You arrogant brat!"
Whitebeard could feel his blood pressure rising. The brat was up to something, and he couldn't quite figure out what. Despite taking several of Whitebeard's attacks head-on, Jack showed no intention of going on the offensive. Instead, he stayed on the defensive with his spiked club, dodging or outright blocking when necessary.
When Whitebeard unleashed his full strength, Jack would retreat. But if the attack seemed less threatening, the brat would even dare to take it head-on without hesitation.
In this situation, Whitebeard had few options. If he used his Tremor-Tremor Fruit to unleash a full-powered attack, it could harm his own sons, who were fighting nearby. This limited his options and left him increasingly frustrated.
Meanwhile, Jack was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Each time Whitebeard's attacks landed on him, he felt a warm sensation after the initial pain. No wonder Kaido used to love picking fights with Whitebeard in his earlier years.
Jack wasn't stupid, though. He knew to avoid the more devastating attacks. As far as he was concerned, the warm feeling was nice enough—there was no need to escalate things into outright agony.
Kaido, while fending off several opponents at once, occasionally glanced over at Jack and Yamato. He wasn't worried about Jack. While his durability wasn't on par with Kaido's, his regenerative ability and resilience were far superior. Even if Whitebeard managed to injure Jack severely, killing him would be nearly impossible.
Kaido smirked to himself.
That brat's unkillable.
Jack's recovery ability had an unusual trait—when pushed to the brink of death, his body would strengthen exponentially. This included not just his regeneration but also his defensive capabilities. Even Whitebeard, at his peak, wouldn't be able to kill Jack in such a state.
While Kaido was confident in Jack, what truly caught his attention was Yamato. She was only seventeen, yet she was overwhelming Blamenco, the commander of Whitebeard's Sixth Division.
Each of Whitebeard's commanders was a powerhouse, chosen from his closest "sons." Blamenco, with his immense strength, was no exception. Kaido estimated that Blamenco's power was at least on par with Who's-Who.
But now, the once-dominant Blamenco was struggling against Yamato.
From a distance, Yamato's voice boomed:
"You bastards! How dare you hurt Jack and make him bleed so much!"
"I'm the only one allowed to beat him up!"
"Don't get in my way! I'm going to rip that old man's beard clean off!"
Whitebeard, who overheard, couldn't help but smirk.
"Is that Kaido's daughter?"
"Exactly!" Jack shouted over the chaos, pointing to Yamato. "What do you think? Impressive, right? I trained her day and night for this!"
Whitebeard laughed. "That's your training?!"
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