Old Sand, Time to Make Ourselves Scarce (For the Patron Supporter, Innocent Little Chubby +7)

Bam! Bam!

The ground kept exploding, sending rocks and dirt flying everywhere. Chains of Heaven sealed off the area one after another, not giving Borsalino even a moment to catch his breath.

But Borsalino wasn't a pushover, either. Even after taking a direct hit from Chaos's spiked club, he forced himself to turn into light and shoot away, despite the dizziness. He absolutely couldn't let the Chains of Heaven trap him.

Right now, though, Borsalino was in a sorry state, his head split open and bleeding as he panted heavily.

"Desert Greatsword."

Crocodile attacked from behind. His right arm turned into a blade of sand, coated in Armament Haki, and surged toward the back of Borsalino's neck with ruthless force, showing not the slightest mercy.

Borsalino was fast. With one hand, he swept up the Heavenly Cloud Sword and clashed head-on with Crocodile's Desert Greatsword, while firing a laser from his left hand at point-blank range.

Crocodile didn't try to tank the attack. He vanished from the spot through Elementalization, leaving Borsalino with a pitying look.

Borsalino wasn't just up against him now. Archino, that weakling, couldn't get back up, but there was still the greatest threat of all.

A chill shot up Borsalino's spine. He felt the wind pressure above his head and could only hurriedly raise the Heavenly Cloud Sword to block.

"Thunder Bagua."

The hated move's name rang right beside him. The immense force contorted Borsalino's face as he turned into golden light and shot diagonally into the ground once more. The earth crumbled for a thousand meters in every direction, and thick clouds of dust billowed into the sky.

Immediately after, countless Chains of Heaven shot toward him, and explosions boomed one after another.

Borsalino turned into light and swiftly dodged, reappearing in midair. He crossed