Kuzan was still overwhelmed by shock at the sight of Mu Chen again, letting out an unwilling roar in his heart.
Kuzan clenched his fists tightly. It was obvious how unwilling he was to accept this. He had already decided that he had to become stronger; it was the pride of a strong man. Doberman and the others, however, did not share that frustration. They were chatting away merrily.
Seeing Mu Chen's strength, Qi Yuan felt deeply delighted. Yet soon after, a sense of unwillingness rose within her as well.
I'll definitely catch up to you!
Qiyuan silently encouraged herself.
Borsalino stood atop the flagpole with his hands in his pockets, his bright eyes fixed on the battle in the distance.
This was truly terrifying. Half the credit for this battle belonged to him.
When he had returned, he had boasted in Sakazuki's ear about just how powerful Mu Chen was. Not only that, he had said that their batch from the Elite Training Camp was inferior to Mu Chen's batch. He had spouted all kinds of nonsense, all to make Sakazuki fight Mu Chen. He loved watching battles between powerful people; he found them fascinating.
As for himself, he had no desire to fight. Fighting was far too troublesome, just like Mu Chen thought.
On another warship, Sengoku, Garp, and the others watched with rapt attention. The more Garp watched, the more excited he became. "Hahaha! This is truly incredible!"
Zefa remained pleased, folding her arms across her chest. After all, the two people fighting were both her students.
As for Sengoku, she said happily, "They say the Great Age of Pirates has begun, but our Marines are no less formidable!"
She had been worried that pirates were becoming more and more numerous, with no shortage of powerful figures