Roger observed Ares as well and exclaimed in admiration, "That guy's physique is even stronger and more terrifying than before..."
"Besides, his combat skills are no longer just imitations of others. He's now using a fighting style that suits him far better."
In their line of sight.
Ares was covered in bloodstains, dyeing the edges of his blue dragon scales red. Streaks of blood ran across the full, solid muscles of his chest and abdomen like lines of blood, following the blade-cut, axe-hewn contours of his muscles like veins.
He was terrifying to behold!
"Exactly." Rayleigh suddenly saw the light. "Back then, that guy's combat techniques were basically all imitations of other people. But now..."
"He's completely different!!"
He vaguely remembered that Ares had not only imitated other people's fighting techniques back then, but had even learned part of Rayleigh's own swordsmanship...
He had learned it all during the battle!
Gaban muttered, "I think Ares is even more terrifying now. If he really creates a fighting style suited to himself, his strength will become even more frightening..."
This point.
Everyone wholeheartedly agreed in their hearts. All strong fighters had their own fighting styles, ones that suited them perfectly.
The members of the Rocks Pirates who arrived afterward stopped one after another, looking somewhat surprised and bewildered.
Captain John swept his gaze across the battlefield and said in astonishment, "Why are Whitebeard and Linlin fighting!?"
Ochoku suddenly understood. "So it was Ares. I was wondering why the Marines suddenly stopped attacking. It turns out they were busy supporting Saint Saturn of the Five Elders..."
Silver Axe grinned. "Ares is getting fiercer and fiercer. He's even grown his hair back. What a huge change!"
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Everyone chattered among themselves, while Rocks wore a grim expression and shouted sternly, "Hey—you all listen to