Battle!

Shiryu saw Marco getting distracted and immediately closed in, the power of Raiu seeming unmatched.

"Careless, aren't you? Is this all the captain of Whitebeard's First Division can do?"

Whoosh!

A massive half-transformed blue wing was severed, and Marco felt a sharp pain.

His body fell from the air, but the next second, the undying power of his Mythical Zoan restored him completely.

Even the pain vanished along with it, as though a spring breeze had brushed over the wound and healed it at once.

"I can afford to make plenty of mistakes!" Marco grinned.

Shiryu's expression darkened at those words. He spat out his cigar.

Time to get serious!

Invisibility!

Shiryu vanished, making Marco's heart skip a beat.

What was this? A Devil Fruit ability, or his own innate power?

Like the Lunarian Tribe, whose people were born with incredibly powerful fire control and regenerative abilities.

That was a racial gift.

He quickly dismissed the idea of some special race. After fighting alongside Whitebeard for so many years, what had he not seen? What race had he not heard of?

As far as he knew, there was no race capable of invisibility. He had never even heard of one!

Then it could only be a Devil Fruit ability...

"This is troublesome. How did he get an ability like that?" Marco said with a headache.

He immediately released his Observation Haki, thoroughly scanning everything within a hundred meters around him.

"Useless!" A sudden voice rang out, like the Grim Reaper speaking from hell.

Marco's expression changed drastically. It was already impossible to turn that massive body around in time.

Yet Shiryu's blade seemed to already be poised against the wound on his back.

In a flash of inspiration, he immediately released his beast form and returned to his original appearance.