Golden Lion Is Coming for Me?

In an instant, smoke and dust rose across the entire Floating Island, flames shot into the sky, and explosions rang out one after another.

Sengoku bore quite a few wounds and panted heavily from exhaustion, yet his face was full of mockery.

Golden Lion, it seemed your Flying Fleet was nothing special after all. Now, only you remained.

Golden Lion had a few wounds as well, but he was in far better shape than Sengoku. He had naturally seen what had happened behind him—the entire Flying Fleet had been shot down. His expression darkened terribly.

Golden Lion gritted his teeth and clenched the famed blade in his hand tightly. It was clear he was furious beyond measure.

What was the rush? I still had my giant beasts.

Golden Lion refused to believe that, after preparing so thoroughly, he could fail just like that.

Neither Sengoku nor Golden Lion had paid much attention to the situation in the back streets. Sengoku was deeply worried, while Golden Lion remained confident in his giant beasts.

Just then, Kong suddenly appeared in the air, the cape of justice on his back fluttering behind him.

Golden Lion, were you talking about the giant beasts?

Why not go take a look for yourself?

Kong wore a mocking smile.

At first, he had only focused on fulfilling his command duties across Marineford. After all, this was Marine Headquarters, with an enormous number of Marines under his command. Once command was lost, the troops would descend into chaos.

He had also been worried about the situation in the back streets. Over a hundred giant beasts had gathered there, and no one knew how many more remained on the Floating Island. This had completely exceeded his expectations.

The original plan had been for Golden Lion to lead the entire