Chapter 88: Against Whitebeard II
Dave and Whitebeard finally landed on the island, a barren desert-like expanse with nothing but sand and the distant sound of crashing waves. The land was surreal—a floating piece of desert in the New World, an isolated arena perfect for their duel.
"Isn't the New World fascinating?" Whitebeard remarked, his voice carrying both awe and amusement.
Dave nodded. "Yeah, a place like this is rare. Makes you wonder about the world's mysteries."
The two exchanged a brief look of mutual respect before Whitebeard planted his bisento firmly in the sand, leaning on it casually.
"Alright, brat," Whitebeard began, his tone turning serious, "I won't hold back. But let me warn you—this world isn't kind to dreamers."
Dave smirked. "Good thing I'm not just a dreamer," he replied, drawing his Rebellion sword. "But remember this, old man—no matter how bad it gets, I have the means to bring even a near-death body back to life."
"So, give it your all"
Whitebeard chuckled deeply, gripping his bisento tighter. "Gurararara, then you'd better show me you're worth the effort!"
The two took their positions, a palpable tension building in the air as they prepared to clash.