With his back to the Golden Throne, Chaos watched Sengoku and his people standing fifty meters away, his expression grave.
There were plenty of familiar faces behind him, like Momonga!
In the years to come, they would all become pillars of the Navy. They were already beginning to make a name for themselves in this era, though they attracted less attention than Sakazuki, Borsalino, and Kuzan.
Chaos gave them a cursory glance. His attention was focused on Sengoku.
Just standing there, the man put tremendous pressure on him, just like Garp had when Chaos encountered him at Sabaody Archipelago.
But more than anything, Chaos felt excited and exhilarated.
In terms of sheer combat strength, Sengoku at this point was no weaker than Garp.
If Roger was Garp's nemesis, then Whitebeard was Sengoku's.
Whitebeard was at his peak during this era. Not just anyone could withstand one of his punches, yet Sengoku could not only take him head-on, but had also clashed fiercely with him for years. That alone showed how strong Sengoku was.
There was no denying it: none of these monsters were ordinary.
Chaos had prepared plenty of contingencies so he could briefly cross swords with these powerhouses. Only men like them could make him go to such lengths.
Even knowing he would lose, even knowing his life might be at risk, Chaos would still throw himself into the fight.
Besides, Chaos wanted to test something, and he needed an Conqueror's Haki user. Sengoku had Conqueror's Haki!
Chaos rose from the Golden Throne and slowly descended to the ground!
"Finally!"
"I'm not here for anything else today. I just want to experience the very best this sea has to offer!"
Chaos let his arms hang at his sides, his dark eyes sharp and full of fighting spirit.
Stussy stood