"Gai."
Magma began to bubble around Sakazuki, golden light shone around Borsalino, and icy cold air surrounded Kuzan, as if they were about to attack at any moment.
At the critical moment, Sengoku stopped them and shot Chaos a warning look.
"Gild Tesoro."
"Heh!"
Watching Sengoku's move, Chaos wore that familiar, fan-shaped expression: three parts disdain, three parts mockery, three parts indifference, four parts arrogance, and ten parts come at me if you've got the guts.
It was infuriating.
Sengoku's face darkened.
Chaos was far too arrogant, and his provocation was blatant.
"Sengoku, don't tell me you came here to pick up the scraps!"
"I know the Marines hate me to the bone, but if you want to fight now, I can keep you company!"
Chaos casually picked at his ear and glanced sidelong at Sengoku.
"Hmph!"
Sengoku snorted and held back.
Since there was no longer an opportunity, there was no point trading barbs with this man.
Besides, Sengoku knew this man wasn't joking.
"How boring!"
Seeing that Sengoku had no intention of attacking, Chaos couldn't be bothered to press the matter.
After all, he agreed that it was better to avoid a fight if possible.
Right now, he was barely holding himself together. If another battle broke out, he would have to send Dragon, Crocodile, and the others to fight in his place.
A vast bank of clouds billowed out from Stussy, lifting everyone into the air.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Chaos looked at Whitebeard, his arrogance boundless. "Newgate, I have no interest in ganging up on you. I'll take your life openly and honorably."
"Stay alive! I hope to cross paths with you again in the age to come."
After saying this,
Chaos cast a glance at Big Mom, Kaido, and the Explosion Monarch.