Dragon transformed into a hurricane through elementalization and sped toward Thriller Bark.
From beginning to end, he remained calm and did not let anger cloud his judgment. This time, his main objective was merely to lure Figarland Garling into Thriller Bark, not to fight him to the death here.
Of course, he could still conduct the necessary intelligence probing. That would allow Mo Xingchen, who had been lying in wait for a long time, to better understand the opponent's capabilities and choose the right, efficient method of attack.
After all, Dragon had received a Mo-style education. His fighting style had already evolved from that of a hot-blooded shonen protagonist into the martial arts style of the Chinese homeland.
There was no such thing as a passionate beam clash. He could show off some flashy tricks against people who lacked killing intent and were weak, but against targets who had to die and enemies of similar strength, every attack was aimed at crippling and killing.
As for whether it looked cool, only the living had the right to discuss that. The dead had no say.
After a brief exchange, Dragon felt that if he fought with his life on the line, there was a high chance he would die—but Figarland Garling would definitely be crippled. With Mo Xingchen added to the equation, it seemed they really could kill him without paying too great a price.
Dragon's Observation Haki vaguely sensed someone chasing after him from behind, and the corners of his mouth rose.
"Since the fish has taken the bait, I'll let it run for a while first!"
From time to time, he left tornadoes along the way, trying to create trouble for Figarland Garling. While draining his stamina, they also served as markers. Dragon was not afraid that he would