"I thought it'd be more than ten years before I saw you again! I've long heard that kings never meet!"
Shane was wild and defiant, and meeting Whitebeard now was like a reunion with an old friend.
Compared with opponents who had already reached the pinnacle of this era,
he was still young, a few months shy of seventeen, yet he could already stand alongside any powerhouse of his time.
Ever since Golden Lion's defeat, Shane had undoubtedly become one of the three overlords of the New World, alongside Whitebeard and Roger!
Unlike the hostility that would come later, however, Shane got along fairly well with them.
Even Golden Lion was an old companion who had come from the same ship.
"What kings? Those fellows call you the Tyrant and call me the strongest man, but all they want is to draw every newcomer's ambition and challenges our way, trying to create an age of strife!"
"It's a farce. You're still young, brat. You can't see through it!"
Whitebeard swung his long blade, clashing with Shane.
One wielded the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, the other the Dark-Dark Fruit.
Both possessed immense strength, monsters painstakingly crafted by heaven and earth.
They moved as swiftly as the wind, taking just a few steps without pause before planting a foot.
They watched each other's figures, crushing the rocks beneath their feet.
Even the long blade seemed about to warp, and their Haki was as sharp as a blade.
"What's there to see through or not see through? What people fear most is not having enough years. I, Shane, have all the time in the world!"
"If the world isn't chaotic enough, I'll make it so myself. If that fellow Dragon still needs decades to light the torch, I'll give him those decades!"
"One day, I'll