The Logia That Was Countered-the Air-Air Fruit

At that moment, Chaos's eyes flashed red.

A glimpse of the future appeared.

He turned sideways, his left hand wreathed in rainbow flames, and threw a serious punch at empty air. The next instant, a figure appeared. Their fists collided, unleashing a tremendous burst of air pressure.

Chaos didn't budge, while the newcomer grunted and staggered back several steps, surprise and wariness in his eyes.

He clearly hadn't expected Chaos to react so quickly. If he hadn't been on his guard, their fists wouldn't have collided—his own punch might have smashed into Chaos's head instead.

"Gaia Chaos."

"Fleet Admiral Sky God Kamael El!"

Holding Borsalino in one hand, Chaos narrowed his golden eyes at the old man before him. He had white hair braided into two plaits, no eyebrows, and wore a yukata.

He looked a little disheveled.

Chaos wasn't unfamiliar with the Fleet Admiral and the four Admirals. Back when he was the Revolutionary Army's emperor, Dragon had told him about them. Even without the Revolutionary Army, Stussy had laid out their files in front of him several times.

But he was capricious and never bothered to read them.

So Stussy would tell him about them instead.

"The Navy already has this war in the bag. The Richest Group has no business getting involved!"

Kamael's gaze was sharp. He glanced at the battered Borsalino and furrowed his brow.

Though the outcome of this war was already decided, the Navy couldn't afford to lose an Admiral—especially a top fighter as fast as Borsalino. So he'd abandoned his pursuit of the Revolutionary Army and come to Borsalino's rescue.

"That's not necessarily true."

Chaos glanced at the multicolored sky. The one facing the angel was no longer just the Flat Hat Five Elders; the Golden Haired Five Elders had joined him as