Corpses lay everywhere, sprawled across the blood-soaked Banquet Hall. The stench was suffocating. The Five Elders, Black Snake, Blue Crocodile, and the assassins of Dragon Mansion—everywhere Kizaru looked, he saw bloodied bodies. He had weathered countless storms, but even this sight filled him with dread.
The Banquet Hall was deathly silent. Even the air seemed frozen. Kizaru studied Ye Chen and the others for a long time, and they watched him in turn.
Kizaru had strength on his side: he was fresh and formidable. Though he stood alone, no one could underestimate him. It was no exaggeration to say he could crush every one of them by himself.
Ye Chen and the others had numbers on their side. They stood together, and they showed no mercy. The corpses covering the floor were proof enough.
"Oh, my... How frightening. I never thought you'd be this troublesome. You've killed so many people." After a while, Kizaru spoke first. He wore his usual grinning, unserious expression, as though he thought nothing of them.
Ye Chen shot him a sidelong glance and sneered. "Last time, on Amazon Lily, you really made me see you in a new light, Kizaru. And now you dare come here to die?"
Last time, Kizaru had fled Amazon Lily with his tail between his legs. Even knowing Sentomaru had died at Ye Chen's hands, he had not dared seek revenge. Ye Chen had lost all respect for him, and the story had spread across the New World until everyone knew. Kizaru had been thoroughly humiliated.
Sure enough, having his shame exposed in public made Kizaru flush. He wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.
Still, although he was wary of Ye Chen, and Hawk-Eye and Kuma were no pushovers either, he could see they were exhausted