Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Chapter 167

Seeing Oden, Whitebeard's face showed no joy at all. Instead, he shouted in fear,

"Don't come over here, Oden!"

Whitebeard already had a rough idea of Carl's strength, and because of that, he knew that Oden could never be Carl's opponent.

In addition, Carl was known for his speed, so Oden would only cause more trouble. But after hearing Whitebeard's warning, Oden had no intention of stopping. In his opinion, it was only because of his carelessness that Carl had taken away his sword. He didn't believe that Carl had surpassed him in just three years.

On the Moby Dick, Momonosuke cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted excitedly at Oden,

"Come on, Dad!"

Hearing his son's voice, Oden grinned. He raised the Ame-no-Habakiri, now wrapped in Haki, to his chest, stomped his only remaining right leg on the ground, and shot toward Carl, roaring,

"One Sword Style—"

Before Oden could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly widened. He looked down at his waist in disbelief.

Carl turned his back to Oden and whispered,

"One Sword Style, Country-Protecting."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of flesh tearing rang out, and Oden's body was severed at the waist. His upper body fell heavily to the ground.

Toki and Momonosuke, who had witnessed everything from the Moby Dick, turned pale, their horrified screams piercing the battlefield.

"Oden!!!"

"Dad!!!"

Whitebeard finally arrived, his eyes red with fury, swinging his Murakumogiri at Carl's waist. But Carl, still with his back turned, made no effort to dodge. The naginata pierced through his body—yet Carl stood there, unfazed, hands still in his pockets.

He squinted at Toki on the Moby Dick, who clutched Momonosuke tightly in her arms.

Whitebeard trembled with rage, slashing at Carl like a madman. The force of his attacks scattered dark blade winds across the battlefield, leaving cracks in the ground.

Oden, lying on the ground, groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood. He murmured in pain,

"Dad..."

The sound immediately stopped Whitebeard's furious assault. He quickly knelt beside Oden, checking his breath. A hint of relief crossed his face.

Carl turned his head slightly, offering a small smile. He had no intention of finishing off Oden just yet.

"The vitality is strong," Carl mused. "Just right—you'll get to enjoy the show soon."

Oden, his consciousness slipping, felt a strong sense of unease at Carl's words. Forcing his eyes open, he weakly asked,

"You… what do you want to do?"

Whitebeard hurriedly intervened.

"Oden, stop talking for now. I'll call Marco over!"

Whitebeard shouted for Marco, who was locked in battle with Warcury. He then positioned himself protectively in front of Oden, wary of any sudden attacks from Carl.

Marco's face changed drastically when he saw Oden's condition. He immediately unleashed his full power, forcing Lucia back before flying toward his fallen comrade.

Carl, however, had already shifted his focus. Moving with a blur, he appeared in front of Toki in an instant.

Toki's eyes widened in horror as she felt her arms go empty.

Momonosuke was gone—Carl had plucked him from her grasp.

Dangling in Carl's grip, Momonosuke trembled uncontrollably. He thrashed weakly, his small body wracked with fear, but his struggles only intensified the pain in his scalp where Carl held him.

Toki lunged forward desperately. But before she could take two steps, a dark vortex swirled in Carl's hand.

Momonosuke's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, a hoarse, gurgling sound escaping his throat.

Toki froze. Then, with a loud *plop,* she collapsed to her knees.

Her eyes lifted slowly, just in time to witness the inevitable.

*"Poof!"*

Momonosuke's head exploded like a watermelon.

Red and white splattered everywhere, staining the deck of the Moby Dick. His small body twitched, then bounced twice before rolling lifelessly to a stop in front of Toki.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then, Toki's anguished scream shattered the air.

"No!!!"

On the battlefield, Marco frantically poured Phoenix Flames into Oden's wounds. With his regenerative abilities, Oden barely clung to life.

But before he could recover, Toki's scream reached his ears.

Oden's weakened body stiffened. He struggled, attempting to lift himself, but his severed torso refused to move. In desperation, he turned to Whitebeard, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Dad… what happened to her?"

Whitebeard's body trembled slightly. He couldn't bring himself to answer.

The silence stretched between them.

And the longer Whitebeard stayed silent, the deeper Oden's fear grew. He clenched Marco's shoulder with a death grip, trying to lift himself up.

Marco immediately tried to stop him.

"Oden, you're still in critical condition! Don't move!"

But Oden ignored him. Veins bulged in his arms as he forced himself up, using Marco as leverage.

His gaze finally landed on the deck of the Moby Dick.

He saw Toki kneeling, clutching something, tears streaming down her face. Carl stood a short distance away, watching with a smirk.

Oden's breath hitched.

His vision swam.

And then he saw it.

Momonosuke's small, headless body in Toki's trembling arms.

Carl met Oden's horrified gaze and grinned.

Oden opened his mouth to speak, but his strength failed him. His body began to fall again.

Marco, reacting quickly, caught him mid-air.

Desperation filled Oden's voice as he pleaded,

"Marco… take me there. She's in danger!"

Whitebeard had already begun charging toward the Moby Dick, but Carl had reached Toki first.

Carl savored the despair in her eyes.

Toki slowly lifted her head, her expression now one of pure hatred. Her voice was hoarse as she spat,

"You will die a miserable death!"

Carl merely shrugged.

Then, with a lazy motion, he lifted a finger and pointed it at her forehead.

The end was near.

But just as Carl was about to strike, someone arrived—pulling Toki into their arms and stepping aside.

It wasn't Whitebeard.

It was Roger.

It was Roger who had saved Oden in the past.

And now, it was Roger who saved Oden's wife.

Roger's gaze fell on the headless corpse in Toki's arms. A heavy silence passed before he turned to Carl, his voice filled with restrained fury.

"As a Marine, you are too cruel."

Carl sneered.

"You came just in time. Anyone would think this was your wife."

As he spoke, Carl suddenly stretched his hand toward the sky.

A powerful force erupted—Universal Sky Attraction.

From across the battlefield, Marco and the gravely injured Oden were yanked forward, dragged toward Carl like ragdolls.

Carl smiled coldly.

"How could such a good show be missing its most important audience?"