On the high platform, Fleet Admiral Sengoku's solemn face visibly reddened and twisted at a rapid pace. The veins at his temples throbbed wildly, as if he were about to suffer a cerebral hemorrhage the next second.
He stared fixedly at Marco's figure fighting amid the flames, while stormy waves had already risen within his heart. His thoughts raced madly: Those five old bastards! Did a donkey kick them in the head?!
Who was it that slammed the table and said Blackbeard would make excellent cannon fodder?
They made him a Shichibukai! And now look! He's dragged the Whitebeard Pirates into this too.
The advantage we worked so hard to build is all gone!
The Beast Pirates are rabid dogs on the left, the Whitebeard Pirates are at full strength on the right, and that shit-stirrer is stuck in the middle! Buddha have mercy? Right now, I just want to physically send those five old bastards to paradise!
Sengoku forced himself not to roar the word "idiots," but the knuckles of his clenched fists had already turned white, and spiderweb cracks spread across the rocky platform beneath his feet.
The battlefield on Rock Island had been divided into several war zones.
Kaido transformed into his Azure Dragon form and forcibly took Garp's powerful Meteor Fist with his dragon-scaled chest, producing a dull metallic clang.
He shook his enormous dragon head, spraying Garp's face with liquor breath and spit. "Puhahahaha! Garp! Are those fists of yours meant to massage your grandson?"
Before Garp could retort, Kaido spoke again. "Your fists are soft as cotton! Why call yourself the 'Marine Hero' or 'Iron Fist'? Change it to 'Soft and Squishy Fist' instead!"
"Worororororo!"
Kaido's arrogant laughter shook loose chunks of rubble.
Three veins thicker than arms instantly bulged from Garp's forehead. His