Pirate: I Loaded The Game Panel

Overjoyed, Whitebeard pressed the screaming Weibull and escorted him to Marco.

Marko, whose face was still pale, bent down, picked up the two large hands that had fallen on the deck, and moved to the front of Weibull, who was still screaming in pain, and aimed at the two broken wrists that were bleeding profusely. , and carefully calibrate the neuroskeleton and other positions using its own ship doctor ability.

After a moment.

Marco took a deep breath and used his fruit ability.

The flame of regeneration of the phoenix that symbolizes the ultimate vitality.

Fire up!

The azure-blue scorching light ignited the hope in Whitebeard's heart at the same time.

The moment the green flames ignited, Weibull stopped screaming.

Even if he was born dull, he could feel the pain on his wrist is constantly reducing, and the irreparable broken wrist injury is also constantly recovering.

After about two or three minutes.

Marco, whose face was like golden paper, extinguished the flame of regeneration, staggered, and said in a breath of air.

"Dad, fortunately, it didn't take a long time to break his hand, Weibull's physical fitness is also good enough, and he has almost recovered. In the future, I still need..."

First, he healed his terrifying wound, which was almost cut in two, and then performed high-intensity treatment such as severed arm reconnection.

Even Marco, the phoenix, has already felt the breath of death.

When talking, it is inevitable that there are some intermittent, and even if I can't say all the words, I feel a whirlwind.

Whitebeard pushed Weibull away, hugged Marko's body gently, and comforted him softly.

"Marco, have a good rest, I will handle the rest."

With a relatively stable personality and more accustomed to taking care of people, Sage, the captain of the fourth division, walked out of the crowd, took the thoroughly drained Marco from his father, and then slowly walked into the crowd.

Weibull, who had initially recovered, moved his wrists and retreated to the crowd.

In the face of Marco and Weibull, the two "severely injured" patients, the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates couldn't help but calm down.

The air was quiet for a moment.

A voice rich in magnetism sounded, but it made all the pirates of the Whitebeard Pirates hate it.

"It's quite a troublesome family pirate..."

There was a commotion among the crew of the Whitebeard Pirates, and whispers continued to spread.

"This guy……"

"White ghost..."

"Kill him..."

Adrian ignored the low-level pirates who didn't even have the guts to stand in front of him.

He grasped the hilt of the demon knife, Guiche, and looked intently at Edward Newgate who was standing in a pool of blood—this is the blood that Weibull had just sprayed out.

"Whitebeard, I think I've given enough tolerance."

Adrian's voice was incomparably flat, like a flocculent pale Reishi condensed into semi-physical energy, floating and wandering around his body.

"Now, can you put aside these precious sons of yours?"

Whitebeard bent down, stretched out his right hand, and his thick fingers slowly ran across the blood on the deck, wiping away several distinct marks.

The three battles between Marko, Joz, and Weibull failed one after another, which was exactly what he expected.

He also saw the deliberate mercy of the white ghost.

even in the heart.

Whitebeard is also a little grateful that when Marko was treating Weibull just now, the white ghost didn't suddenly appear to cause trouble, even if the injury was originally caused by him.

but……

All this is not enough to erase the fact that the White Phantom hurt his sons on the Moby Dick!

Whitebeard stood up and twisted the fingers of his right hand slightly. The red blood that originated from Weibull's body was twisted between his fingers, constantly deepening the fire of anger in his heart.

"White Ghost, you really angered me completely this time!"

Whitebeard's right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, activating the power of the Zhenzhen fruit with the name of the strongest superhuman type, and a translucent white ball cover was instantly covered on the surface of the fist.

With an angry shout, the huge figure of Whitebeard suddenly disappeared on the deck of the Moby Dick.

until it reappears.

The huge shadow cast by the fluttering white coat behind him has covered Adrian!

Raise your right fist and slam it down!

There was even a crunching, sour squeezing sound in the surrounding air.

Adrian didn't dare to be careless, he held the demon sword Guiche, the four-layered characteristic of the armed color domineering covered the blade, facing the shocking iron fist of Whitebeard.

boom--

The demon sword and the shock fist didn't even collide completely. When there were still dozens of centimeters apart, the space between the two was instantly distorted, and the terrifying air explosion and shock wave erupted all around, accompanied by a burst of energy. A crisp cracking sound.

Under the influence of this powerful shock wave, cracks even began to appear on the incomparably solid Moby Dick, which could be broken at any time.

Whitebeard's eyes narrowed, and he began to control the power finely, guiding the power of the surrounding shaking fruit to vent to the sky.

Above the sky, the layer of incomparably thick and heavy dark clouds instantly became fragmented under the interference of the shaking fruit.

"Dad! Knife!"

A loud shout came from somewhere, and a sharp sound of breaking through the air came from behind.

Whitebeard's right fist held the blade of the demon sword Guiche, and his left hand stretched behind his back, accurately grasping the handle of the Twelve Workers, Cong Yunqi, the Supreme Great Sword.

Weapon in hand, Whitebeard withdrew his right fist.

He leaned back slightly, handed Cong Yunqie from his left hand to his right hand, and danced a splendid knife flower in the air, the dazzling knife light almost formed a circle of light.

A ray of red light that predicted the future flashed in Adrian's eyes, and the spiritual pressure exploded all over his body, and condensed it on the blade of the demon sword.

The pale-white spiritual pressure was mixed with the domineering aura of the armed color, and a shattered aura that wanted to kill everything and destroy everything suddenly burst out from the blade.

Whitebeard waved the clump of clouds.

Adrian wields a demon sword.

The two rare and famous knives collided fiercely, and a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the air, and the shocking aftermath spread instantly!

dark clouds……

Do not.

The sky is cracked! !

...

Bird Hill Island.

The red-haired pirates gathered together and Hawkeye Mihawk stood together on the cliff, and remotely sensed the situation of the beluga ship in the harbor.

Suddenly, with the exception of a few exceptions, everyone present raised their heads and looked into the sky.

The sky-splitting scene, like the end of the world, was reflected in everyone's pupils one by one.

Bucky, who had realized it in hindsight, also raised his head with the others.

Looking at the cracked sky, the clown could not help but let out a groan.

"monster……"