Dusk Bell (12)

An early battle had completely reshaped the terrain of this floating sky island. Island-cloud formations that defied the laws of nature stood everywhere at odd angles. After a simple survey confirmed it could never be restored to its original state, Gan Fall decisively abandoned the island.

After all, rather than wasting manpower and money restoring a completely ruined Sky Island, it would be better to simply transport soil directly from G-10 and pile it up anew.

With the trading power of Sky Island Shells, the costs of the two options were about the same. But given the Sky Islanders' reverence for "Vearth," or soil, the choice was obvious.

At that moment, Mihawk, who had set foot on the abandoned island, did not see Ron. Instead, beside a remaining island cloud shaped like a lion's head, he saw a blind middle-aged man wearing a pale purple yukata, a blackish-purple sash, and a purple cloak.

"Benevolent Tiger" Fujitora!

The master of Century City, one of the world's two most luxurious entertainment venues!

"I didn't expect things to turn out like this..."

Mihawk was proud, but not foolish. Fujitora had earned his position as a Shichibukai by taking on two Admirals alone, and his strength was anything but ordinary.

Clang!

The world's greatest Great Grade Sword, the black blade Yoru, was drawn from his back and held in his hand. Mihawk stepped forward half a pace with his left foot, pulled the black blade slightly back with his right hand, and assumed a thrusting stance.

"Where is Azure Dragon?"

"I'm here..."

Crackle!

Amid the hum of electricity, Ron's figure emerged from thin air. Holding the over-three-meter-long black divine weapon, the Thunder Dragon Halberd, he stood behind Mihawk with an expressionless face.

Ten thousand meters above the ground, the wind howled.

His Justice cloak