The three attacked by sea, land, and air respectively, making an entrance with an imposing air that no one dared disturb.
These former overlords of the sea had been defeated by Shane one after another, losing the battle among Emperors of the Sea for the title of King of the Sea.
One would have thought they would bear a grudge, yet in the end, they had all become Shane's close friends.
Getting Roger to lend a hand was something even Rocks had never managed.
Of course.
The one Roger wanted to help was not Shane, but Joy Boy, the future of this world!
Whitebeard had always been searching for a way to give more innocent people a place to call home.
Golden Lion had lost twice, and although his ambition had not diminished, he could not help admiring Shane's strength and boldness.
Everyone had a different purpose.
Shane's appearance was simply like a searing flame, igniting torches and the sky, proclaiming the arrival of a whole new era.
"It's time someone else took over this fight. You can handle those old men alone, right? They look pretty strange!"
As Golden Lion spoke, a Chop Wave descended from the sky.
Shing! Shing!
Two consecutive slashes struck at the Five Elders' sides. One of them disdained defending himself at all-it was Saint Marcus Mars, who had transformed into a monstrous bird!
He glanced at his severed wing with utter disdain. In the blink of an eye, it regenerated, as though nothing had happened in the first place.
An immortal body!
Actually facing a monster like this, even Golden Lion found it rather absurd.
In terms of fighting strength alone, some of these Five Elders were weaker than him, while others were about his equal.
Their duties differed, as did their combat training