"Even someone like you is willing to remain in the Rocks Pirates? Just what kind of charm does that man possess to attract all of you—Whitebeard, Golden Lion, Linlin, Ochoku..."
"Shouldn't you all be grateful to us, the descendants of the Creators? If not for our ancestors, you wouldn't even have been able to appear on this sea."
The bald swordsman Saint Christine carried the unconscious Cloud in one hand and used Geppo to rapidly make his way toward the deck.
All his attention was focused on Ares, preventing him from launching a surprise attack while he was carrying Cloud.
His opponent's combat strength was on the level of an admiral, leaving him no choice but to act with extreme caution.
A single mistake could very well leave him suffering the same fate as CP0's Cloud.
Ares drifted closer to the bald swordsman Saint Christine on a Flame Cloud. "I don't know what unique charm Rocks possesses. I only want to become stronger and accomplish my dream."
Compared to Rocks, he cared more about Whitebeard, Golden Lion, and Ochoku. Of course, there was also Kaido. As for the others, he did not feel much of a connection with them.
Saint Christine set down the unconscious Cloud, his eyes sharpening as his voice remained as cold as ever. "What a ridiculous dream. Pirates only use accomplishing their dreams as an excuse to satisfy their own selfish desires. I've seen too many pirates like you."
His right hand quietly settled on the hilt of the long sword in his left hand, like a crouching beast lying in wait.
His aura began to recede.
That forced Ares to focus completely and heighten his vigilance. His opponent's current state would make his attack even harder to detect.
"Drawing Slash—Demon Seal!!!"
Sssht!
The instant the