"What kind of joke is this? How could I possibly lose to a brat like you?" His voice, filled with rage, reverberated through heaven and earth as golden slashes gathered like a storm and came flying in.
This was Golden Lion's counterattack.
This golden storm was more than ten times stronger than the one that had killed Carlos. Its razor-sharp sword energy came crashing down from every direction, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
"They really aren't Devil Fruit users? How can swordsmen be this powerful?"
"Run! If we get caught up in this, we'll die!"
"What a disappointment, Golden Lion! You're so weak that you can't even stir up my fighting spirit." A scarlet gleam flashed in Apophis's eyes. He swung his sword backhandedly, sending a crimson slash flying in an instant.
Compared to the golden Slash Waves filling the sky, the slash Apophis had casually unleashed looked tiny and feeble.
Yet this tiny, feeble slash completely destroyed the storm with overwhelming ease.
Golden Lion's body was sent flying once again.
The pirates who had been preparing to flee for their lives stopped in confusion. That attack, which had looked like a natural disaster, had been destroyed just like that?
Apophis's words made most of the pirates question their lives.
Golden Lion was weak? Then what did that make them?
Garbage, trash, or scum?
Just then, the earth began to tremble and roll, moving as though it had come alive.
"You bastard, go to hell! Lion's Wrath: Imperial Mausoleum Roll!"
The roiling earth condensed into dozens of enormous lion heads. They opened their bloody maws and madly tore toward Apophis, who was surrounded in the center.
The surrounding pirates either fled for their lives or sank into the ground, which had turned into something resembling a muddy