Shane's five fingers were pitch-black, already shaped like dragon claws, yet warm golden light glowed in his palm.
Had his opponent been an ordinary awakened Zoan Devil Fruit user, this strike could probably have crushed their head outright.
"Cheap tricks!"
Garp mocked him, but put his full strength into his hands!
Their two pitch-black palms clashed, unleashing wave after wave of hurricane winds!
"Nani? Is my Devil Fruit ability this common now?"
Dragon was baffled as he watched the two fight.
What frustrated him even more was that he had now practically become Shane's subordinate.
Even the main forces under his command in countries around the world that were not affiliated with the Reverie, and even in its affiliated nations.
They all thought Shane was their leader!
Some had originally set out intending to travel the world, follow Shane, and become pirates.
They had never expected to become members of this force before they knew it.
Later, their ranks had even grown to include Pirate Hunters, Marines who felt lost within the Navy, and innocent people who had been oppressed.
Once they learned they would be fighting the entire world, especially the Celestial Dragons, they immediately felt it made perfect sense!
The World-Destroying Tyrant dared to kill even the Holy Knights, the elite among the Celestial Dragons. Wasn't something like this perfectly reasonable?
When Dragon had contacted several captains under him earlier, they had even asked him to pass their greetings to their leader, Shane.
Without realizing it, Dragon had become the strategist, the chief of staff!
He truly felt wronged, yet had nothing to say!
"He couldn't even beat me back then, and now he can actually make the old man go all out! Seriously, could this guy be some old monster who's lived for centuries?"
Dragon kicked his