"Captain!" the Golden Lion Pirates shouted, their eyes filled with shock and anxiety.
Golden Lion was immensely powerful. The Float-Float Fruit allowed him to disregard the sea in many situations, but no matter what, he was still a Devil Fruit user.
And as long as one was a Devil Fruit user, they could not touch seawater. That was an ironclad law in the world of pirates.
Under the worried gazes of countless pirates, Shiki's figure fell toward the sea. Yet at the instant he touched the seawater, his body came to an eerie halt.
Shiki suddenly opened his eyes and leaped up again. This time, he hovered level with the ship, looking rather disheveled.
"Roger, you bastard! You actually trained your Haki to such a level!" Shiki roared angrily. At the same time, he beckoned toward the sea. The two famed swords, Sakura Ten and Withered Wood, which had fallen into the ocean before him, floated up and returned to his hands.
The two sides briefly ceased fighting. Roger pulled a bottle of rum from a barrel and drained it in one gulp. "Hmph. Are we supposed to announce how much we've improved before a fight? What the hell would be the point of fighting, then? Might as well go find somewhere to jump into the sea ourselves."
Shiki glared at him so furiously his teeth itched. Roger's move just now had been far too shocking, but that alone should not have been enough to hit Golden Lion.
But Roger had cultivated his Conqueror's Haki to the point of qualitative transformation. It was already worthy of being called Sovereign Haki.
Caught off guard, even an expert like Shiki had been intimidated. That brief moment of distraction was what caused him to take the attack head-on.
Looking at Roger's unconcerned expression,