Golden Lion Shiki was the hardest man to deal with on these seas.
Marine: I have three Admirals—Akainu, Blue Pheasant, and Kizaru—enough to slay Shiki.
Golden Lion: I can fly.
World Government: I have the CP intelligence agency, a net cast wide and tight, everywhere and nowhere spared.
Golden Lion: I can fly.
Celestial Dragons: Those two above are both my bodyguards.
Golden Lion: Not only can I fly, I can also throw an island at Holy Land Mariejois.
Highly mobile, able to roam unchecked; overwhelmingly destructive, capable of destroying cities and nations with a single blow.
As long as Golden Lion lowered himself to wage guerrilla warfare, using island after island to attack enemy rear bases, throwing one and fleeing, then moving another before throwing it again—
No force in this world could withstand that kind of torment.
Therefore, once Golden Lion voiced his threat, those arrogant nobles, wealthy merchants, and slave traders were bound to feel fear.
However, the effects of a simple threat of force were still limited.
After all, a wise man had long ago concluded: with 300% profit, capitalists would dare commit any crime, even risk the gallows.
Even so, Golden Lion's words still rang with undeniable force.
Freeing slaves, killing Celestial Dragons, threatening the entire world—how overbearing were Golden Lion's actions and words!
Watching that island, loaded with slaves, fly away into the distance, everyone engraved the tall man radiating pale white light into their memories.
At that moment, and for many years afterward—
Golden Lion Shiki became the man who symbolized freedom.
Not long before, outside the Sabaody docks, on the frozen sea.
The once thick, smooth ice sheet looked as if it had been bombarded by a meteor shower, now pitted and cratered.
Kizaru wore an indifferent expression, while Akainu looked stern.