River departed, leaving a field of smoking Pacifistas behind him.
Only then did Sentomaru's anxiety ease, and he let out a long breath.
"It's not that I refused to follow orders! Admiral River just isn't someone I can stop!"
"Ugh, the Pacifistas are all scrap metal now. Vegapunk's going to have another headache over this."
On the other side of the battlefield.
"Garp, you're still going strong in your old age!"
"To think you still have a physique like that at your age. I'm impressed."
Golden Lion Shiki stood on the shattered ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and grinned at the square-faced man a short distance ahead.
Behind him stood Sengoku, his body like cast gold and shimmering with Buddha's light, glaring fiercely at him.
"After that brat River healed you, you're already a match for Whitebeard!"
"Shiki!"
"Otherwise, with both your legs gone, you couldn't possibly fight like you did twenty years ago!"
Garp shouted in a deep voice.
"Jihahahaha!"
"My grand ambitions have never faded with age!"
Golden Lion burst into laughter.
"Wouldn't 'lust for power' be a more accurate description?"
"If someone like you joins forces with River, who knows what you'll do?"
"Are you trying to become the next Rocks?"
Sengoku roared.
River, Golden Lion, Crocodile, Donquixote Doflamingo, and Rob Lucci, who was currently fighting the mysterious man sent by the World Government.
In terms of potential alone, this group probably already had enough strength to rival the Rocks of old.
"Rocks?"
"Jihahahaha!"
"Who would want to become a failure like him?"
"We'll surpass him!"
"Sengoku, Garp!"
Golden Lion Shiki laughed uproariously, then shot forward, charging at Garp with both swords swinging.
Boom!
In an instant, his blade collided with Garp's iron fist, sending ripples surging outward and a shock wave