"You destroyed my Safety Charm, provoked me, and insulted me! You bastard, you really think you can do whatever you want!"
As soon as Golden Lion's furious curses ended, the ground erupted with a boom, sending clouds of dust billowing up again.
The sand, stones, and soil hurled into the air by the impact came pattering back down like a torrential rain.
Inside the crater.
Saint Garling's body had already been cut into three sections by Golden Lion. His upper body, waist and abdomen, and legs lay scattered across different parts of the crater floor. Black mist churned at the cuts, trying to reconnect the severed sections.
But under the suppression of Conqueror's Haki, his recovery was clearly slowed considerably.
The black mist surged out, only to be forced back, over and over.
"Damn you! I'll never let you get away with this." Saint Garling was still roaring defiantly from the crater, seemingly unwilling to acknowledge his current predicament.
Holding a blade in each hand, Golden Lion gazed down at him, his eyes darkening slightly as dark red arcs of electricity danced along the blades.
What kind of freakish shit was this? He'd been chopped up like this, and he still wouldn't die?
"What rotten luck. If only that bastard Ron were here. Nobody handles freaks better than another freak," Golden Lion muttered.
Hearing Golden Lion's words, Saint Garling suddenly burst into crazed laughter. "Save yourself the trouble, worm. I will not die. I have God's protection."
"Fuck you." Golden Lion swung both blades down again.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Blade light flashed repeatedly at the bottom of the crater.
Every descending slash traced a dark red arc.
Amid that flurry of blades, Saint Garling's body was chopped into several more pieces.
Only this time, Saint Garling had clearly grown even