Chapter 320 The Strongest Man in the World

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"Gulala, Marco, if the enemy this time is just some overly arrogant youngsters, you will have to teach them a lesson. As the future captain of the First Division of the Whitebeard Pirates, you should also make a name for yourself. Otherwise, who will lead the Whitebeard Pirates forward when I am old?"

Newgate took advantage of the opportunity of being alone to start preaching again.

"Ah, Dad, you are still so young, don't worry about the future so soon. Maybe in the future there will be brothers and sisters who are more suitable than me to lead the Whitebeard Pirates. At that time, I just need to assist them wholeheartedly."

Marco said this with a calm expression, not at all like a young man in his early twenties.

"Gulala! Compared to your gentle and non-competitive personality, I really appreciate the arrogance of the boy on the phone. I think you should learn from him. We are pirates, born in troubled times. It is not a good thing to be too easy-going. Look, a young boy dares to call you pony! You are not angry at all?"

Newgate asked with a frown.

"Haha, sorry, dad. To be honest, I think the name 'Little Brother Ma' is quite intimate!"

Marco scratched his head and said ashamedly.

"Oh, forget it! There's still a long time to live. Maybe everything has its own destiny. Maybe by the time I die, the world will have really changed. In the new era, you won't have to fight and kill each other anymore. Gulala! Just let nature take its course!"

Suddenly remembering what Roger had said to him before his death, Newgate stopped insisting and laughed heartily.

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"You're quite good at choosing a location. This island is great, like a natural arena!"

Gel commented as he stepped onto the Rocky Island.

“Hehehe, is this an animal-type mythical beast? It doesn’t look very strong.”

Moria looked at the bluebird circling in the sky and said with a smile.

"Humph, this guy's personality is the same as that of Big Bear. He is more suitable to be a doctor than a soldier!"

Barrett commented with a snort.

Captain Gel smiled but said nothing, thinking to himself that if the world wasn't so unstable, you warmongers would be the ones with character problems!

Five people and one cat, just like a team working on a dungeon. While they were talking, they had already climbed over a small ridge several hundred meters high, and the view ahead suddenly opened up, with a vast plain ahead!

With his 5.2 vision, Gel could already see a fingernail-sized figure in the distance, sitting on a protruding rock in the center, drinking wine.

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"Huchi! Huchi!"

Marco flapped his wings and landed next to Whitebeard, and the blue-green flames on his body began to die out.

"Here we go, Dad! Not only is there that big guy who looks like you, but there's another guy who's even more surprising!"

"Oh?"

Whitebeard narrowed his eyes and looked at the figures coming towards him. He put down his wine bowl and slowly stood up.

The last time we passed each other, I took a glance and felt that they looked a bit similar. Now that I see Wilbur Marko up close, I feel that I should remove the word "similar".

"It's so similar! Dad, it's really not you when you were young outside...?"

Even Whitebeard Newgate, the man known as the strongest man in the world, couldn't help but be secretly shocked. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind:

If I had a son, maybe, possibly, he would look like this!

He is as mighty and handsome as me!

Newgate himself felt it was a bit unreasonable to say that this had nothing to do with him.

"Gulala, there are so many surprises! Good boy, what's your name?"

Whitebeard asked, his tone softened unconsciously, the words "Be my son" already brewing in his mouth.

"My name is Edward Weeble! You must be the old man with white beard. My mother said that I must inherit your estate! Take out your estate!"

Weevil said excitedly that he finally saw the white-bearded old man he had been thinking about.

"Edward Weeble?!!"

Damn! With that surname, he even called me dad right away! Old man, you still have the nerve to say you have no melons?

Marco looked at Whitebeard's white beard and then at Weevil's white beard, and almost shouted out what was in his heart.

Whitebeard also frowned for a long time, then asked cautiously:

"You, what's your mother's name?"

Seeing that Weibull was stumped, Geer spoke up to help:

"Miss. Ba Jin! The woman who once sat on your shoulders, have you forgotten about it, old scumbag?"

"Ah...it's Bajin. Is she okay?"

Whitebeard was in a trance for a moment, recalling the days of their youth when they had fought side by side, and he even forgot to be angry.

"Fortunately, she passed away peacefully. We two brothers buried her ourselves. It was her last wish to let Weevil inherit your legacy as Whitebeard's biological son."

"What! Gone already, brother? What about you...?"

"Stop it, I found it, don't try to take advantage of me."

Ger said simply and clearly.

"Is there some misunderstanding here? Bakin and I don't actually have that kind of relationship..."

"Who cares whether you have it or not? Besides, if you don't have that relationship, you can't have a child? Technology is so advanced now. Haven't you heard of in vitro fertilization and test-tube babies? Look at my silly brother. Do you think he has anything to do with you? I tell you, you can't deny it. If you don't believe me, we can go for a paternity test."

Whitebeard was speechless for a moment.

"Old man with white beard, give me the inheritance!"

Weibull, who was determined to fulfill his mother's last wish, urged.

"Gulala! Brat, even if you are my Whitebeard's son, I'm not dead yet, so where would the inheritance come from!"

Whitebeard didn't get angry but laughed instead.

"Mom said if you don't give it to me, she will kill you!"

Weibull said seriously, his eyes instantly showing fighting spirit! It didn't seem like he was joking at all.

"Gulala! Such murderous intent! Do you really want to kill me? Hahaha, interesting! You are worthy of being the bloodline of Whitebeard! Then let me test whether you are worthy of inheriting my legacy, you little brat!"

Weible didn't waste any words. He swung the Qinglong Sword and jumped high. He stretched his body in the air and gathered strength to chop down on the person's head.

"Well done!"

Whitebeard's eyes focused, and he could tell at a glance that this attack was not simple. Without saying a word, he picked up the Kurogane Kirei that was stuck in the ground and swept it across to meet the attack.

Eh? Didn't you say you wouldn't need it, Dad? Why did you pick up the sword right away? Do you think it's more comfortable to chop your own son?

Marco only had wonderful changes in expression throughout the whole process, because what he wanted to say was not suitable to be said out loud.

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“Bang!”

The sound of metal clashing caused a loud and piercing sound that hurt the eardrums.

"Damn it! They didn't even inform me before they started to do anything!"

Gel covered his ears and quickly retreated with a few people.

When the smoke and dust cleared,

Whitebeard was seen standing there motionless with a smile on his face, while Weevil, who had taken the initiative, had retreated more than ten meters and plowed two deep trenches in the ground with his feet!

Everyone had different expressions, but they all had the same thought in their hearts:

This!

Is he the strongest man in the world?!

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