Whitebeard snorted coldly and looked toward the battlefield, but he was wondering how that fellow Bullet had joined the Flying Pirates. Wasn't he in Impel Down? Even if he had gotten out, would someone with his personality really join the Flying Pirates?
What a joke!
As someone from the same era, Whitebeard knew Bullet fairly well. He was a man who pursued strength, and strength above all else was his code of conduct. Even when he had joined the Roger Pirates, it had been for the sake of pursuing strength!
Golden Lion might have been strong, but Douglas Bullet at his peak had not been much weaker than Golden Lion. Besides, Golden Lion had been defeated by Roger. Why would Bullet join the Flying Pirates?
Could it be that Golden Lion had done him a favor and used some special method to rescue him from Impel Down? Or did Golden Lion possess something that attracted him?
Whitebeard could not figure it out no matter how much he thought about it, but the battle continued. It would not stop just because of Whitebeard's doubts...
That bone-chillingly cold ghostly aura was borne mainly by Marco. Marco felt that even after transforming into his phoenix form, he still could not completely block out that incomparably frigid power. It suppressed his fighting spirit and slowed his reactions and speed considerably.
Although Marco had a bad feeling about this, he would not admit defeat. He would rather die in battle than surrender. The honor of the Whitebeard Pirates could not be desecrated!
"Prepare to embrace the fate of defeat!"
A cold, desolate voice seemed to drift up from the depths of the underworld. Asura Path Pain had erupted with all his strength—well, not quite. He had not used the Ancient Weapon Pluton, but this was