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... the sword’s sheath fell to the ground.
The entire chaotic, noisy battlefield fell silent for a moment. Nearly everyone stared, dumbfounded, as Whitebeard’s massive hand grasped a long sword, blood dripping from his palm.
"Huu... huu... huu..."
The middle-aged man with long hair, sharp teeth, and a spider-web tattoo on his forehead—Squard the Maelstrom Spider, one of Whitebeard’s forty-three allied captains—panted, letting go of the handle, making no attempt to pull the s ...
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