Sensing the tense atmosphere, with flashes of blades glinting faintly in the air, too!
Chaos was no fool. He grabbed Archino and retreated.
A mafia boss and a mafia queen were just born to clash.
The killing intent in the air grew heavier and heavier.
My Social Sand Master, My Social Sister Wu—both ruthless, both men and women of few words. If you didn't like it, they'd fight.
Boom!
A circular shock wave swept outward as a massive foot collided with a slender, long leg. Both were completely coated in Armament Haki as they glared at each other, eyes full of arrogance and disdain.
The ground began to crack, spiderweb fractures spreading across it. Chaos watched the spectacle, puffing on his cigar as his black spiky hair and Golden Goose Down Coat fluttered in the wind. He already had a rough idea of who would win.
As expected, Old Sand would win.
If this were the Crocodile of the original story at this point, he might not have had much of an advantage.
After all, Betty could stack buffs on herself.
She was just that overbearing.
But Crocodile wasn't the same as before. He had been reborn.
After watching for a while, Chaos left. Neither of them was stupid. At most, they'd give each other a warning. They wouldn't fight to the death, especially with him, the one in charge, still around.
Deep in the island's mountains, Chaos stood by a brook. With a cigar in his mouth, he exhaled a smoke ring. The Goddess of the Heavens descended from a thousand meters above, her right hand transformed into a spiral drill. Chaos had sensed a considerable amount of gold beneath the ground here.
It was very likely a small gold mine.
The Goddess of the Heavens stood 150 meters