The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 317 Agree
"Too naive," Weiss shook his head and said calmly and seriously, "You're only 7% of your peak strength now."

After hearing this, Whitebeard did not refute it, but remained silent for a moment, acknowledging that what Weiss said was true.

"The best outcome would be that you and Ace die in battle, and if half of the Whitebeard Pirates can escape the Marine Headquarters, that would be considered a victory."

Weiss continued to analyze the upcoming battle situation frankly. His words were like a bucket of cold water, ruthlessly extinguishing the glimmer of hope that still existed in everyone's hearts.

After hearing this, Marco, Jozu, Vista and Whitebeard from the Whitebeard Pirates didn't know how to refute for a moment.

Although what Weiss said was cruel, it was extremely realistic. They all knew in their hearts that facing the terrifyingly powerful lineup of the Marine Headquarters, the difficulty of this battle was far beyond their imagination.

"I'm confident I can heal your injuries and restore you to your full potential." Weiss changed the subject and offered such an attractive condition.

When Whitebeard heard this, his heart was moved.

If my strength could be a little stronger, then my chances of winning in the confrontation with the Marine Headquarters would naturally be a little better.

However, he also understood that there is no free lunch in this world, and Wes must have his own purpose for saying this.

"Your purpose is."

Whitebeard stared at Weiss with burning eyes and asked in a deep voice.

"Your body."

Weiss answered directly and clearly, without any intention of hiding anything.

"Clang!" Vista instantly drew out his two swords, his eyes full of anger and vigilance, and he was about to rush towards Weiss.

Joz activated his ability without hesitation, his body began to shine with diamond-like light, and he was ready to take action at any time.

Marco's face changed even more. He never expected that Weiss's purpose was this. This was simply a blasphemy to them.

Just when the three were about to attack recklessly, Whitebeard stopped them.

Whitebeard looked at Weiss sharply and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

That look seemed to say that if Weiss said something wrong, he would no longer be polite and would take action immediately.

Seeing this, Luo on the side broke out in a cold sweat. He gripped his weapon tightly, ready to join the battle immediately if a fight broke out between the two sides.

But Weiss still sat quietly in his seat, looking calm, as if he was not worried about any danger at all.

He looked at Whitebeard and said slowly: "Even if the Rocks Pirates were resurrected, they would not be a match for the Marine Headquarters, let alone you alone."

After hearing what Weiss said, Whitebeard sighed in his heart. He knew that Weiss was right.

The strength of the Marine Headquarters is now terrifying, and no pirate group can be their opponent.

Besides, why did the navy go to so much trouble to carry out public executions? Wasn't it just for their own lives?
As long as he is not dead, the Navy Headquarters will never give up.

"We need to discuss this." Whitebeard said to Weiss and Law after a moment's silence.

Seeing this, Weiss and Luo tactfully gave the space to the four people, then walked out of the room and waited quietly outside the door.

Half an hour later, Marco walked out of the room dejectedly. His eyes were obviously red and swollen, and it was obvious that he had just cried.

He said weakly to Wes and Luo, "Come in, Dad agreed." After Wes and Luo walked into the room, they saw that Vista and Joz's eyes were also red. It was obvious that they had just experienced a fierce inner struggle and painful choice in the room.

"I agree. My body will remain at your disposal after I die."

Whitebeard said lightly, as if he wasn't talking about his own body, "These idiots won't stop you."

Joz and Vista stared at Weiss hatefully, their eyes full of resentment and anger. They really couldn't accept such an outcome, but they couldn't change Whitebeard's decision.

Weiss didn't care about their looks and just said, "Then we can start the treatment now."

Afterwards, everyone came to the Moby Dick's medical room.

Whitebeard slowly lay down on the huge operating table, his huge body almost occupying the entire operating table.

After Luo walked into the medical room, he browsed the medical records that were taller than a person and couldn't help but exclaimed: "How on earth did you survive!?"

From the thick medical records, it can be seen that Whitebeard's body is riddled with holes. The fact that he can still breathe and exhale is a miracle in itself.

As the ship's doctor, Marco naturally knew the most about Whitebeard's physical condition. He explained to Luo in detail the various injuries of Whitebeard.

While listening to Marco's introduction, Law activated the power of the surgery fruit and began to conduct a more detailed examination of Whitebeard.

For him, the ability of the surgery fruit is more convenient and trustworthy than any instrument, allowing him to understand the true condition inside Whitebeard's body more deeply.

Weiss was not idle either. He used the magical detection methods he mastered to explore Whitebeard's body.

Soon, the two came to the conclusion that the reason Whitebeard had been able to survive until now was the result of Marco's utmost care.

His current physical condition is so poor that he cannot undergo conventional surgical treatment. Even the slightest mistake may cause a chain reaction, causing those old injuries to erupt together, and Whitebeard may die on the spot.

"That's why I haven't had surgery on Dad."

Marco's voice was filled with endless pain. He covered his eyes tightly with his hands, as if this could block out the cruel reality and prevent himself from facing his father's terrible physical condition.

"My healing ability can only be used on myself."

Marco's heart was filled with regret and helplessness. He wished so much that Whitebeard had eaten the Phoenix Fruit that could give him powerful self-healing abilities. In that case, his father might not have to suffer from such pain.

Luo Ze frowned, concentrating on thinking about the surgical plan.

After all, others may not be able to perform surgery because Whitebeard’s physical condition is too poor, but he is a person who possesses the magical ability of the surgery fruit, so theoretically he has the opportunity to create a miracle.

However, the crux of the matter is that Whitebeard is now almost at the end of his life and is extremely weak.

There will inevitably be a lot of bleeding during the operation, and given his current physical condition, it is very likely to cost him his life.

According to conventional medical thinking, White Beard needs to take good care of his body for at least a year. Only after his physical condition improves and his functions recover a little can he be able to withstand the risks of surgery.

But now, time simply does not allow it. The public execution by the Navy Headquarters is imminent. Every minute and every second is precious. There is simply not enough time to slowly recuperate Whitebeard's body.

Thinking of this, the two of them turned their eyes to Weiss at the same time.

(End of this chapter)