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Zhao Hai stomped several times on a falling slab of flat rock.

At last, he managed to steady himself with the Storm Dragon Fruit's enhanced physical strength.

All around him were shattered boulders and seawater rushing back in.

The nameless island's foundation had collapsed, leaving nothing but a scene of devastation.

He shook his still-numb right leg, sucking in cold breaths from the pain.

That axe kick had struck the ship's wheel embedded in Golden Lion's head, and the recoil had been tremendous.

If not for Armament Haki protecting him, that leg would probably have been crippled on the spot.

That old monster's skull was harder than steel.

Zhao Hai craned his neck and peered down into the dense clouds below.

He had to confirm whether that old monster was really dead.

If Golden Lion recovered, Zhao Hai, with his current exhaustion, would never survive a second beating.

Zhao Hai darted through the air with Geppo.

He avoided the massive slabs of rock crashing down as he carefully searched for his target.

Before long, he spotted Golden Lion atop the wreckage of a floating island about the size of a soccer field.

The old man lay sprawled on his back amid a pile of rubble.

A crater several meters deep had been smashed beneath him.

Zhao Hai cautiously approached.

From more than ten meters away, he studied this legendary pirate.

Golden Lion's wild golden hair was caked with dust and blood.

His eyes had rolled back, and bloody foam bubbled continuously from his mouth.

Especially that half of a ship's wheel embedded in his head.

Most of it had originally stuck out, but Zhao Hai's kick had driven it much deeper.

Just looking at it made Zhao Hai's scalp ache.

The old man had really been unlucky.

He had gone