"Bang! Bang!"
Pulling his gaze back from the sea, Chaos looked in the other two directions. His brows furrowed, and he snapped his fingers. Three streams of golden light split off from the halo behind the Goddess of the Heavens and fell to the ground. Three Golden Warriors emerged from the craters.
With an elegant wave of his hand, the three Golden Warriors shot away like arrows from a bow, quickly vanishing beyond the ruins.
The Giant Golden Sword beneath his feet transformed into a throne. Chaos sat down with his legs spread, then waited.
Elsewhere, almost on the far side of Post Island, a tornado of sand stretched from sea to sky, as if some unchecked force of nature were wantonly destroying everything in its path.
Crocodile hovered in midair, blood at the corner of his mouth, looking battered.
His sharp gaze fixed on the figure at the heart of the sandstorm, his chin slightly raised in arrogant defiance.
"A bounty of 710 million, and that's all you've got?"
His contemptuous words brimmed with scorn and disdain, along with the confidence of a man certain of victory.
"Damn Logia user."
Lone Wolf Spand remained in Hybrid Form, his entire body covered in Armament Haki as he gritted his teeth and endured the powerful force tearing at him inside the sandstorm. He'd had the upper hand in close combat earlier, but he hadn't expected Crocodile to be so despicable.
When he realized he couldn't win up close, he'd switched to long-range attacks.
"Do you think you can beat me like this? Dream on! I can keep this up for ten days and nights!"
Spand slammed into the sandstorm again and again, trying to break out.
But every attempt failed.
Still, he remained calm—or at least he looked calm.
Just as