"Shane!"
"Heaven is unjust, bringing harm to innocent people in hundreds of kingdoms across this world!"
"Damn you, damn you to hell! You're a wicked pirate, Shane. From the West Blue to the New World, who knows how many people you've killed!"
"If I can't kill you, who knows how many more good people will fall victim to you!"
"I was too weak! If I'd been strong enough, I would never have let you escape from the Devil Fog back then!"
Zephyr spat blood. He wasn't afraid of losing. He only feared that justice would be tarnished, and feared even more that the world would believe pirates were invincible!
Blood spilled from his mouth, his eyes widened in fury, and a bloody gleam flashed as he threw several more punches.
But with his Two-Color Haki wrapped around him, Shane beat him back again and again.
Skin split, and blood sprayed!
Shane stepped forward, driving several more punches into Zephyr's lower abdomen, chest, and head.
Shane took hits too, adding to the pain throughout his body.
Pfft!
Zephyr was in agony. Stars danced before his eyes, and the world spun around him.
He staggered back several steps, alarm filling his heart.
Then he rushed forward again, launching himself into a flying kick.
But Shane stopped him with an even faster kick, shattering his bones with agonizing force.
"Zephyr!"
"I don't like that talk of yours about life and death, but you've lost. You should enjoy the comfort that comes after defeat."
That was right!
It was only a momentary defeat!
To Shane, that meant nothing. Pirates won and lost; all that mattered was taking everything back.
But the Marines were different. Defeat came at a terrible price, because everyone in the world would lose some of their reverence for justice.
When