"Another familiar face has arrived!"
A mushroom cloud rose slowly into the sky.
Chaos hovered in the air, gazing toward the direction of the approaching force. After seven lonely years, he felt genuine anticipation and excitement welling up inside him.
It wasn't arrogance.
An Admiral-level fighter could no longer threaten him.
Unless two Admirals joined forces.
By comparison, he was much more interested in a one-on-one, in-depth exchange with the old generation at the very top of the pyramid: Sengoku, Garp, Zephyr, Whitebeard, Golden Lion, and Lone Red!
And now one of them had arrived.
BOOM!!!
Rubble and dust filled the air as Fujitora climbed out of the ruins, coughing up blood. Her hair was disheveled, her figure exposed, and her face pale. She looked utterly miserable.
Even after pushing herself beyond her limits, she still couldn't do anything to her opponent.
The highest level of fivefold gravity had no effect on him whatsoever.
The gap between them was simply enormous.
Now she understood how Sakazuki, Borsalino, and Kuzan felt.
This was a formidable enemy.
If she couldn't defeat this man, he would haunt her for the rest of her life.
The battles elsewhere slowed instinctively.
Everyone spared a little attention for the figures rushing over one after another.
"Hyah-ha~"
"Former Marine Admiral."
"Black Arm Zephyr."
Ivankov put some distance between himself and his opponent, watching the stern, resolute man stride into the battlefield. It was none other than Black Arm Zephyr, a former Marine Admiral who was now the Marine Chief Instructor.
He specialized in training Marine recruits.
Since Edward Weevil had become a Shichibukai ahead of schedule, Zephyr had yet to lose his arm, become disabled, or leave the Marines. As a result, the Marines still had a top-tier fighter who couldn't be ignored.
"Fufufufu~"
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