Chapter 87: Against Whitebeard
"Now, old man, go on and drink it. I want to fight you at your peak," Dave said, waving his hand dismissively as if urging him to hurry up.
Whitebeard let out a hearty laugh. "Gurarara, brat, you're certainly courageous," he said, uncapping the vial and downing its contents in one swift motion.
A transformation immediately began. The weathered lines on Whitebeard's face smoothed out, revealing a sharp, handsome visage that radiated vitality. His once snow-white beard turned blonde, and his youthful features brought back memories of his prime. Even the cap on his head adjusted as his rejuvenated hair pushed it slightly aside.
"Gurarara! Feels good to be young again!" Whitebeard exclaimed, flexing his arms. He turned to Dave with a mischievous grin. "You're full of surprises, kid."
Dave smirked and nodded. "Let's head somewhere suitable for our fight. There's an abandoned island a few miles from here."
Whitebeard nodded in agreement, and before anyone could react, Dave grabbed Whitebeard and took off into the sky, flying swiftly toward their chosen battlefield.
Both crews watched in stunned silence as their captains disappeared into the horizon.
Marco sighed deeply, shaking his head. "Dad, you really shouldn't trust others so easily," he muttered to himself. Despite his doubts, a flicker of curiosity lingered. If Dave's potion truly had such miraculous effects, what other secrets did he know?
Turning to Rayleigh, Marco asked, "Rayleigh, is my Phoenix Fruit really that powerful?"