Once the Four Emperors personally entered the fray, the Ladder Tournament reached a fever pitch.
"Pops, I never thought you'd come too!" Diamond Jozu said excitedly to Whitebeard.
"Hahaha! Seeing so many powerful fighters here, even an old man like me couldn't resist joining in." Whitebeard laughed heartily.
Behind him, Phoenix Marco looked equally excited.
Whitebeard then surveyed his surroundings. "This battle for the Holy Grail really is lively! Every powerhouse on the seas who ought to be here has shown up."
His gaze passed over Red-Hair Shanks, Kaido, who had only recently escaped from Impel Down, and Linlin's several executive sons.
The place was teeming with powerful fighters.
As everyone chatted enthusiastically in their little groups, a guileless-looking figure emerged on floor 97.
"Wahahaha! It really is lively here! I haven't seen this many people in ages. This battle should be a lot of fun!"
"One of the Twin Gods, just as expected!" Red-Hair Shanks looked toward the voice, as though he had known all along. Then confusion struck him. Why wasn't this man on floor 98? Could there be someone even stronger than the Twin Gods?
Everyone sucked in a sharp breath at the thought, their eyes narrowing. Just how many powerful fighters did the Holy Church still have hidden away?
Even setting aside the twelve Legion Commanders in golden armor they had faced earlier, any one of those commanders could take on an Emperor alone. The Four Emperors had made it this far without losses not because they were much stronger than the Holy Church's Legion Commanders, but because numerous powerful fighters had worked together to overcome them.
Otherwise, even the first few Holy Church Legion Commanders would have given the Four Emperors more than enough trouble.
That went doubly for the final six commanders. After repeated