White Soil Island was blanketed by dust and sand.
At one corner of the island, two groups faced each other.
One side consisted of Fleet Admiral Akainu, Admiral Kizaru, and a masked man hidden beneath a white cloak.
The other side consisted of Revolutionary Army leader Dragon, Chief of Staff Victor, and the commanders of the four major military districts.
With such a lineup, they could easily overthrow a nation's government, overturn the seas, and shake the entire world.
Yet now, they had all gathered on such a barren little island.
"Even an island this desolate has been developed under your management, Dragon. You really are something!" Akainu looked around and said grimly.
"You're not bad yourselves. I hid myself in a place like this, yet you still managed to find me!" Dragon asked tentatively.
"Are you asking that because you want to hear the answer from us?" Akainu sneered. "Unfortunately, we don't know who earned the credit. But you started relocating everyone before the main forces even arrived. Don't tell me you can see the future?"
Dragon remained silent.
"Hmph! Even if you don't say anything, I know. Someone inside the government was bought off by you, wasn't he?" Akainu said unhappily. "With how rotten the government agencies are, this kind of thing is perfectly normal..."
"Ahem, Admiral Akainu—" The Masked Man interrupted him directly. "I think we should get started as soon as possible. If they complete the relocation, capturing them later won't be nearly so easy."
Akainu gave the Masked Man a mocking look, but did not object. "Since the government big shot is getting impatient, then... Dragon, are you and your Revolutionary Army ready to accept death?"
Scalding magma began to erupt, and a powerful, explosive punch suddenly thundered toward Dragon.
"The revolutionary faith will never