Chapter 170
### Chapter 170: Chapter 170
Carl's strength was enough to stand against Whitebeard, but defeating him outright was another matter entirely.
His gaze flickered toward Ginny's position—she and Gion were struggling against the relentless onslaught of Whitebeard's commanders. If he didn't act soon, they wouldn't last much longer.
With a deep breath, Carl glanced at his **scarlet right arm**, his eyes gleaming with determination.
Whitebeard swung his **Murakumogiri**, clashing fiercely against the **demon sword Muramasa** in Carl's grasp. The very air around them trembled, charged with **Haki lightning**, creating a battlefield wreathed in chaos and destruction.
Carl knew that a direct confrontation with Whitebeard would only drain his stamina. If he wanted to help Ginny and the others, he needed to act—**now.**
With that resolve, Carl unleashed **all his power.**
A surge of **Haki-infused sword energy** erupted from his blade, forcing Whitebeard back. In that moment, Carl **slowly raised his right arm**—and something **changed.**
**Faint black lines began to appear.**
Upon closer inspection, these markings matched the patterns of the **Paw-Paw Fruit.**
As they surfaced, Carl's arm **pulsed with an eerie, blood-red glow.** The two scars on his face burned crimson, and an intense, malevolent aura erupted from his body.
A **blood-red mist** enveloped the battlefield.
A chilling pressure settled over everyone, striking fear even in the hearts of the most hardened warriors.
Whitebeard steadied himself, but for the first time in decades, **a shiver ran down his spine.**
From across the battlefield, Roger and Zephyr—locked in combat—felt the disturbance. Roger's eyes narrowed as he turned toward Carl.
"What did he do...? **No! Newgate's in trouble!**"
Carl had just **unsealed** the power that Stussy had **sealed away** in his right arm.
He clenched his teeth against the unbearable pain. His entire body felt like it was about to **shatter.**
The **flames behind his neck** burned hotter than ever, while **Muramasa hovered by his side**, working in tandem to suppress the surging energy. Without the combined strength of his **Lunarian heritage** and the **demon sword**, Carl would have been **torn apart** by the sheer force of the power he had unleashed.
But he only needed it for **one strike.**
A **strike that surpassed even Admiral-level power.**
Carl's figure blurred—then reappeared **right in front of Whitebeard.**
Whitebeard reacted instantly, swinging his fist **to meet Carl's attack.**
Their fists **collided.**
**Crack!**
A sickening sound echoed across the battlefield.
Whitebeard's **arm trembled violently.** His bones **fractured**, and in an instant, his arm **hung limp—like a rag.**
But Carl **wasn't finished.**
Before Whitebeard could react, Carl pressed his **glowing red hand** against his face.
A **dark vortex** swirled viciously.
**"Aaargh!"**
Whitebeard let out a pained roar as **the right side of his face twisted grotesquely.** His skin **shriveled**, as if being devoured by an unseen force.
With a desperate growl, Whitebeard **shoved Carl away** and staggered backward, blood pouring through his fingers as he clutched his **disfigured face.**
For the first time since **leaving the Rocks Pirates**, Whitebeard had sustained an injury so severe that even he **struggled to remain standing.**
Marco, the battlefield's healer, **rushed to his side.** His **Phoenix Flames** flared as he desperately worked to heal Whitebeard's wounds.
"Dad, you **can't** keep fighting! If you push yourself any further, you'll **lose your arm permanently!**" Marco warned, his voice laced with urgency.
Whitebeard's body went **rigid.**
He looked down at Marco—sweating profusely, pouring all his energy into healing him.
"Damn it... The healing's too slow. **What kind of power is this?!**"
Gritting his teeth, Whitebeard forcibly **calmed himself.**
Meanwhile, Carl **exhaled sharply,** slowly sealing the power back into his right arm. His entire body ached, but compared to Whitebeard—he was **still in fighting condition.**
Carl cast one last glance at Whitebeard—then **disappeared.**
His destination—
**Ginny.**
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Lucia, locked in combat with **Scopper Gaban**, struggled to break away. As Roger's **left-hand man**, Gaban was an opponent of overwhelming skill and power.
Though Lucia held her ground, she **couldn't afford to let her guard down for even a second.**
Ginny and Gion were in **far worse shape.**
Ginny had **already taken out** one of the Whitebeard Pirates' **division commanders**—but that had only **infuriated** the remaining pirates.
**Izou**, wielding twin pistols, fired a **barrage of bullets** at Ginny, forcing her to dodge while fending off multiple attackers at once.
Despite her **Observation Haki**, she couldn't avoid everything.
**Shing!**
A sharp **slash** tore through Ginny's **thigh**, causing her to **stumble.**
Izou's eyes gleamed. He saw his **opening.**
With a deadly gleam in his eyes, he lunged—his blade **aimed straight at Ginny's heart.**
And then—
**A massive black hand gripped Izou's head from behind.**
Before anyone could react—
**Rip!**
Izou's body went **limp.**
His head was **torn clean from his shoulders.**
Carl **stood behind him, his expression cold and unyielding.**
With a flick of his wrist, Carl **hurled Izou's head like a cannonball**—straight at **Fossa**, the 15th Division's future commander.
**Boom!**
The severed head struck **Fossa's chest**, caving it in. Blood **erupted** from his mouth as he collapsed—**dead before he hit the ground.**
The battlefield **froze.**
Even the **hardened pirates** were momentarily **paralyzed** by the sheer **brutality** of Carl's actions.
Even the **Marines** watching turned **pale.**
But Carl **wasn't finished.**
In an instant, he **appeared before Gion**—who was barely holding off **Vista**.
Her breath was ragged. Blood **dripped from her arm.**
Carl's **arrival** was the only reason she was still alive.
Vista's **swords flashed.**
**"Roses are dancing wildly!"**
Carl, holding Gion close, raised **Muramasa.**
Despite the strain on his still-recovering **right arm**, his blade danced through Vista's attack.
And in the next instant—
**Vista's body hit the ground—split in two.**
Three of **Whitebeard's top commanders** had fallen in a matter of seconds.
Whitebeard's **roar of anguish** shook the battlefield.
He tried to charge at Carl—
But **Roger** appeared at his side, stopping him.
"Newgate, focus on your recovery," Roger said grimly. His eyes never left Carl.
"I'll handle him."
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