"Shane has gone mad!"
Sengoku blazed with golden light, illuminating the warship.
Even smashing the deck beneath his feet could not drive Rayleigh away.
Dark King Rayleigh was wreathed in blood-red and black Conqueror's Haki, and the killing intent on his blade seemed almost tangible.
"What are you afraid of?"
"You and I both know Rocks didn't fight at God Valley just to kidnap a few Celestial Dragons."
"We're only now learning the secrets he knew, and all we have are fragments scattered across the world."
"One day, someone will unravel those secrets-the secrets Rocks knew, the ones that keep you awake at night!"
Rayleigh turned sideways and slashed.
Sword energy swept out like a storm. To Sengoku, Rayleigh looked like the arrival of the Death God, his blade wrapped in Haki, being tempered every moment.
One day, this sword would surely be forged into a Black Blade.
Unfortunately.
After Roger's death, Rayleigh no longer had the heart to fight on the seas.
Even his body was wearing down through day after day of heavy gambling and drinking.
No wonder he would say, when facing Blackbeard, that he had grown old.
Old?
There were two old men on this very battlefield.
Saint Kelin was even older than they were, clearly an overlord from the previous era.
As for Saint Saturn, he was ancient; he had first been called the Scientific God of War many years ago.
They had witnessed the seas rise and fall, with someone rising powerfully to prominence every few decades.
The seas were too vast. No matter how extraordinary your methods, you could not know what happened in every corner.
"Shut up!"
Sengoku's eyes were bloodshot. At this point, he was more than ten years younger than Akainu and Kizaru would be during the Paramount War.
Yet