That was the Pirate King Roger's closest crewmate, and once an opponent of the Whitebeard Pirates. That was precisely why Vista had not stepped in.
After leaving Whitebeard and walking off the Moby Dick, Vista embarked on the path to becoming stronger, seeking out powerful opponents and challenging them one by one.
Three battles, three victories. Vista now felt that he was truly beginning to transform. Strength that had remained stagnant for a long time was now growing at an astonishing rate.
It was precisely because people like Vista had begun appearing throughout the New World and displaying the Whitebeard Pirates' strength that some of the lesser scum in the New World had been indirectly intimidated.
While traveling through the New World, Vista had heard about this battle. Whether it was to observe a clash between powerful fighters or repay the Blood Sword Pirates for their kindness toward the Whitebeard Pirates, he had every reason to come.
He had just been about to go help when the two people ahead made him stop. So he decided to watch for now. If those two proved hostile toward the Blood Sword Pirates, he would make his move!
What puzzled him, however, was the identity of that old man chatting with Pluton Rayleigh.
"You haven't been out and about for a long time, have you? What are you doing here?" A sharp glint flashed through Rayleigh's scarred eye.
"Boy Rayleigh, I'm old. I'll be dead soon. I don't have the energy I used to," the hunched old man said slowly.
If outsiders had heard their conversation, they would have been utterly shocked. Calling the legendary Pluton Rayleigh "boy"—that was simply terrifying!
"Heh. Since I'm here today, just stay and chat with me," Rayleigh said in a deep voice.
He was extremely wary of