C968 Fight to a Draw with White Beard!

"This should be the last strike. Let's have a showdown!"

"Kulala, don't regret it, kid!"

Whitebeard stabbed the cloud into the ground, both of his arms shook, and the rolling force directly affected the surrounding few miles.

"Of course I won't regret it!"

"Because my opponent is the strongest man!"

An earth-shattering Sword Intent suddenly erupted from Natsume Yang's body