"What's going on? Isn't the Golden Emperor a Devil Fruit user?"
"Why isn't he using his powers?"
Some pirates looked up at the dark, thunderous sky. They all knew the Golden Emperor's greatest trump card was up there—the human-shaped mountain of gold they were all dying to get their hands on.
But the battle was strange.
The Golden Emperor had been knocked back again and again, yet he still hadn't used his Devil Fruit powers. It seemed incredibly foolish.
"Big News!"
Morgans was doing his job diligently, the flash on his camera going off nonstop. His photographic skills were superb, capturing the scene from every angle. He'd already thought of a headline for his story.
"Interesting kid."
Lone Red leaned on his black umbrella, his emerald-red eyes filled with amusement.
This kid was actually using Whitebeard to practice. He had to admit, the guy was outrageously bold.
But that was what made it interesting.
Plenty of other people could see it too, Sengoku among them.
Even Marco, who had returned, had noticed. His expression was terrifyingly grim. The Golden Emperor's behavior was practically an insult to Pops.
But why was Pops still indulging that arrogant bastard?
Marco could tell Pops wasn't taking this seriously at all. Otherwise, the Golden Emperor would have been on his knees already.
It seemed Pops really did want to make the Golden Emperor his son. Was this his way of teaching him?
Bang!
Their fists collided. Chaos lost control and tumbled across the ground, leaving a trail like a bouncing ball. At last, he climbed out of a crater, covered in dust and blood, breathing hard.
His Golden Armor had cracked who knew how many times, but each time it quickly restored itself.
His upright golden hair, damp with sweat and smeared with dust, hung