Shiki's reply left everyone dumbfounded.
Whitebeard and Shanks looked genuinely confused.
What do you mean it's Good's power? Isn't the Fuwa Fuwa no Mi (Float-Float Fruit) yours?
Even the sharp and composed Ben Beckman looked baffled.
Akainu and Kizaru, both on the same side, were equally lost.
Just as Kizaru was about to ask what was going on—
Suddenly, from the ship's bow, Good's smile vanished, and he roared:
"Whitebeard! I'm here to beat you up!"
With zero warning, Good launched an attack directly at Whitebeard.
The entire battlefield froze in disbelief.
That was fast. Too fast.
He had just shown up—and he was already fighting the strongest man in the world?
Kizaru felt even more drained. At least Akainu gave a warning before attacking. But Good?
He just threw a punch like it was breakfast.
Kizaru took back his earlier thought.
Good really was the bigger Reckless Maniac.
Everyone was stunned. Who would've expected the newly appointed Fourth Admiral to strike Whitebeard without saying a word?
Jozu, the 3rd Division Commander, tried to step in front of Whitebeard—but was stopped by the old man himself.
"Heh…"
Whitebeard chuckled.
"I'd like to see what this rookie Admiral can do."
He didn't even activate his Gura Gura no Mi (Tremor-Tremor Fruit).
Instead, he coated his fist in Busoshoku Haki (Armament Haki), purple-black lightning crackling around his arm.
Haoshoku Haki no Kairaku (Conqueror's Haki Infusion).
The next moment—Good's punch collided with Whitebeard's.
BOOOOOM!!!
A thunderous shockwave ripped through the sky.
For nearly a minute, the two forces held firm.
But eventually, Good was pushed back, stomping deep craters into the ground before regaining his footing.
Whitebeard didn't move an inch—but he did glance at his smoking fist, raising an eyebrow.
Then he turned and stared deeply at Good.
This kid is strong.
To take his punch head-on and only get pushed back—few could manage that.
No wonder the Marines promoted him to Fourth Admiral despite his youth.
The surrounding pirates erupted into cheers.
But Whitebeard didn't gloat. He kept his gaze fixed on Good.
"So… brat. You come here and swing at me first thing—what's your goal?"
Good shook his arm and responded with a bright, confident smile.
"Whitebeard! I'm here to arrest you!"
He even pointed at Shiki.
"See that guy? You're gonna end up like him—horn-head and all!"
Shiki, still tied up, grit his teeth furiously.
"That's a steering wheel on my head, dammit! And you're mocking me!?"
Momousagi sighed heavily from the side, shaking her head.
But strangely, she wasn't surprised anymore.
This was typical Good behavior.
This… was the Reckless Maniac Admiral.
Below, Marco, Beckman, Lucky Roo, Jozu, and the other commanders of the two Emperor crews laughed openly.
"This new Admiral's young but talks real big."
"Talks big? He's completely nuts!"
"He wants to arrest our Pops? Hah! That's hilarious!"
Even Akainu and Kizaru were speechless.
Not even Garp or Sengoku would dare say something like that casually.
And yet Good just did it without blinking.
There was no understanding this guy. His brain worked in… special ways.
Whitebeard didn't get angry. In fact, he looked more intrigued than anything.
He'd heard from intelligence that Sengoku himself had nominated Good. Now he wondered—where exactly did Sengoku find this lunatic?
Still, it had been a while since he had a good fight.
Whitebeard chuckled with his signature laugh:
"Gurararara… Then come try and take me!"
He planted his naginata into the ground, then raised his other hand, curling his fingers.
"Come at me, brat!"
Good's eyes lit up with excitement and he charged forward.
But the Whitebeard Pirates wouldn't just let anyone touch their captain.
Marco transformed into his phoenix form and flew straight at Good.
"Hooou! Hōō In!! (Phoenix Mark)!"
Good's instincts kicked in. He flipped back into the air, barely dodging Marco's attack.
But just as he did—more attacks came.
Jozu, his body encased in gleaming diamond armor, charged in.
Vista, the Flower Blade, and other commanders quickly surrounded him.
Good's supreme combat instinct let him hold them off for a while.
But they were veterans, warriors of the highest caliber. Over time, Good began to take hits.
Still, he didn't flinch. Unless it was fatal, he didn't care. His regeneration was fast, and the wounds barely slowed him down.
The crowd started to notice.
Shanks narrowed his eyes, observing carefully.
Whitebeard's expression shifted slightly.
"Oh?"
"He can heal himself?"
Their gazes grew serious.
This Fourth Admiral… was strange.
He'd already used the Float-Float Fruit—now he was healing rapidly from major wounds.
Marco, Jozu, and the other commanders exchanged glances, visibly confused.
"Marco, doesn't that look… kind of like your ability?"
Vista nodded grimly. "This is going to be a problem."
Marco said, "Let's increase our attack rate. Let's see if he can keep up healing under pressure!"
All the commanders sped up their attacks, surrounding Good more tightly than before.
He couldn't break free.
Not far away, Whitebeard watched and laughed.
"Little Admiral! If you can't get past my sons, how are you going to capture me?"
(End of Chapter)
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