"Jihahahaha! You Marines have done pretty well for yourselves these past few years, Sengoku."
Shiki descended to the ground, with the Flying Pirates' fleet commanders and elite members behind him, standing ahead of the other pirates.
"Hmph!"
Sengoku snorted coldly and said nothing.
Shiki's words were both praise and mockery.
The young monsters among the Marines were beginning to make their mark.
Yet all these years, the Marines had remained suppressed by the pirates. They struggled to mount a large-scale return to the New World and could never hold out there for long.
Naturally, Sengoku would not give Shiki the satisfaction. This was hardly a compliment worth accepting, especially coming from a pirate who was also his old rival.
As for a battle breaking out, he was not particularly worried for now.
Clearly, those great pirates were not of one mind with Shiki.
Shiki knew that too. It was simply unrealistic to think he could order so many great pirates around on the strength of his prestige alone.
Of course, there were exceptions, provided he offered a sufficiently enticing target and enough benefits.
Just as when the Rocks Pirates had stormed into the Four Seas and the first half of the Grand Line.
They had reaped considerable rewards back then.
Or if there were a treasure trove like God Valley.
"Tell us. What exactly are you planning, bringing out such a force?"
"If you want a war, we're happy to oblige."
Sengoku's stance was unyielding. This was being broadcast worldwide, after all. The Sky Arena's explosive popularity had driven an increase in the number of large screens around the world.
In other words, more people could watch the live broadcast.
Whatever he thought inwardly, Sengoku would not show weakness.
Through Cyrik's behind-the-scenes manipulation, every Marine's fighting spirit had risen to