Cross-Realm Stand-In, White Fang of Konoha Descends!

Zhao Hai coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The blood fell onto the rubble in the deep pit, still carrying a searing heat.

His Marine uniform had long since been shredded.

In its place was a layer of fine azure scales.

Faint streams of azure air coiled around the surface of the scales.

They were the embryonic form of a storm.

To survive under Golden Lion's hand, he had even consumed the Devil Fruit he had been saving as a last resort ahead of time.

A Mythical Zoan: Storm Dragon Form.

Yet even after consuming a Mythical Zoan, the gap between them remained so vast it was despairing.

Golden Lion Shiki.

The madman who had once stormed Marine Headquarters at Marineford and overturned half the island.

A monster of that caliber was simply not someone Zhao Hai could handle yet.

Golden Lion clenched a cigar between his teeth as he floated in midair.

He looked down at Zhao Hai in the pit, a trace of appreciation flashing through his eyes.

"Zehahahahaha!"

"Not only are you Garp's disciple, you've even eaten a Mythical Zoan."

"Kid, you're tough as nails."

Golden Lion exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"After breaking out of prison, I happen to be short on manpower."

"That old bastard Garp only knows how to be the Celestial Dragons' dog. What future is there in following him?"

"Join my Flying Pirate Crew."

"I'll lead you to rule this boring world!"

Golden Lion spread his arms.

The floating islands behind him cast vast shadows.

This was the favor he bestowed upon the strong.

Zhao Hai lay in the pit, gasping for breath.

The sword wound across his chest was so deep that bone showed through.

The Storm Dragon's regenerative ability was desperately repairing the wound, but with little effect.

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