Golden Lion, who was locked in fierce combat with Fujitora, also saw World completely engulfed by Akainu's magma. That presence he detested finally vanished, yet there was not a trace of a smile on his face.
Just as World never got along with Golden Lion, Golden Lion was always bickering with the fellow fugitive who had escaped Impel Down alongside him. Only Barn's presence between them had kept things from getting out of hand. But now that World had truly died on this battlefield, Golden Lion suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart...
"You bastard... Who's going to argue with me now?"
Golden Lion's eyes briefly lost focus, and at that very moment, Fujitora slashed at him!
Golden Lion only snapped out of it when he heard Fujitora's Cane Sword whistle through the air. By then, it was too late to dodge. In desperation, he coated his body in a powerful layer of Armament Haki, but even so, Fujitora's Cane Sword, likewise imbued with Armament Haki, left a wound on him...
Golden Lion looked at the wound on his chest, blood welling from it, with a hint of surprise. He wiped it with his hand, then stared blankly at the blood covering his palm.
Yet Fujitora, who should have pressed his advantage, stopped in midair with his head slightly lowered. Though he could not see, he had sensed what had just happened. He had also felt a presence from the opposing side, one that was hardly friendly, disappear. He immediately understood everything.
Fujitora slowly sheathed his Cane Sword and spoke to Golden Lion in a solemn voice.
"Golden Lion, please take our duel seriously. I am your opponent now!"
At Fujitora's words, Golden Lion, who was still staring blankly at the blood on his hand, froze. He looked at Fujitora