Shane stood before Saint Saturn, his hands in his pockets, his cloak whipping in the gale.
Was the enemy before him invincible, possessing an immortal body?
What a joke!
Even gods had weaknesses. This was only their second head-on confrontation. Given enough opportunities and enough strength, he would eventually find the true weakness and deliver a fatal blow!
Shane clearly understood that, with his current strength, Saint Saturn would almost certainly be dead if not for that special constitution!
Perhaps long ago, at his peak, before his willpower had weakened, Saint Saturn had possessed the strength of an Admiral. But now, he was hardly worth mentioning.
Judging by the current distribution of strength, beneath the Fleet Admiral of Marine Headquarters were the Three Admirals of Marine Headquarters, as well as the World Army Fleet Admiral.
And judging by CP0's strength, its strongest member still fell somewhat short of an Admiral, roughly equivalent to an Emperor's Second-in-Command.
That made exactly five people. Perhaps the Five Elders had been the five strongest fighters of that era who submitted to Imu!
By now, they should have become even stronger. Yet amid their dark, dank scheming, they had become like Zephyr after losing his will. Where was the strength of their prime?
In fact, if the one-armed Zephyr had their ability and restored his arm, what grew stronger would not merely be his two arms, but his will.
The powerful figures of the seas depended heavily on willpower. Whether someone was strong, and whether they could become stronger, essentially came down to that.
"You're too weak, Saint Saturn!"
No one could question Shane's words anymore!
His successive victories in major battles, particularly his defeats of Golden Lion and Zephyr and his draw with Roger, forced Sengoku to weigh the gains and losses.
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