Chapter 180: Dragon: You think only you can pay-to-win? I can too!

"Kuzan! Kuzan!"

"Stop riding your broken bicycle, go to the East Blue... No, find Baojun Xiong directly and have him use his fruit ability to get to the East Blue!"

In just a few minutes, five warships had been destroyed.

Two of them were large warships that the Navy branches across the entire East Blue could actually bring out to deal with emergency situations.

The hulls were all iron-clad, equipped with cannons and mechanical gear.

Most crucially, they had Seastone bases, which could emit the same vibrations as the ocean, allowing them to traverse the Calm Belt.

The construction cost of a single top-tier warship was nearly one billion Beli.

Hawk Eyes sold two of them right off the bat?

Does he really take the Navy for an ATM?

Sengoku breathed heavily, a golden glimmer that he could not suppress emerging from his body.

"Revoke Hawk Eyes' status as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea as well!"

Soon, Baojun Xiong, who was not far from Marine Headquarters, appeared in the conference room at Marineford.

His massive, hulking frame, like that of a bear, wore a hat with bear ears, and glasses obscured his gaze, making him look cold and serious.

The only incongruous thing was the Bible he held in his hands, a symbol of salvation.

"Long time no see, Fleet Admiral Sengoku."

Baojun Xiong nodded politely, bowing to this highest authority of Marine Headquarters.

Sengoku had no intention of being subtle with Baojun Xiong, asking straightforwardly: "Was it you who did the thing at Impel Down?"

"Would you like to go on a trip, Fleet Admiral Sengoku?"

Baojun Xiong did not respond directly, only speaking in a calm tone.

He knew very well that his protection of civilians behind the World Government's back, as well as his communication with the Revolutionary Army, could never be completely hidden.

It was just that the current Pacifista research still required his strength; even if he were truly exposed, the other side would not do anything to him.

"Kuma, you guy..."

The words were on the tip of Sengoku's tongue, but he could not say them.

He actually wanted to ask the other party: since he had already accepted the transformation into a 【Human Weapon】 and would soon lose his consciousness, what was the point of doing all this?

The Revolutionary Army was nothing more than a fragile organization in the midst of a storm, destined to never be left alone by the World Government for long.

What was the point of helping the Revolutionary Army?

"Send me to the East Blue, Kuma."

Kuzan, who had been half-asleep, suddenly took off his eye mask, not letting Sengoku continue to interrogate Kuma.

Baojun Xiong nodded and said, "Do you want to take a trip to the East Blue? That is indeed a very nice place to travel. Do not resist, otherwise, there might be a slight coordinate deviation."

He took off his gloves, revealing the palms of his Paw-Paw Fruit.

Bang.

A slap like a bear's paw landed on him, and Aokiji suddenly vanished.

A mass of air Barrier wrapped around Aokiji as he flew toward the East Blue.

Baojun Xiong held the Bible and asked calmly: "Do you need me to go to the East Blue as well, Fleet Admiral Sengoku?"

Sengoku slammed the table and said angrily: "Do you want to help the Revolutionary Army?"

"Don't forget, the Revolutionary Army is an enemy of the World Government. If you defy the World Government's orders, the consequences will be very serious."

"Rest assured, I just want to see this wind of fate that has suddenly started to blow."

Baojun Xiong looked up, his gaze impossible to see beneath his lenses.

Having obtained enough Reward Points, Hawk Eyes directly unlocked his reality-based abilities and returned to Death Island without delay.

At this moment,

Doflamingo stood atop the Green-Scaled Eagle, fending off the joint assault of Garp and Dragon.

"Hehehehe..."

"Vice Admiral Garp is actually teaming up with the Leader of the Revolutionary Army? Are you trying to betray the Navy?"

A Fire Cloud Arm mechanism was attached to his right arm,

and the scorching, high-temperature flames spread like clouds, turning a large area into a sea of fire.

"If the old man is willing to join the Revolutionary Army, I would be very welcome."

Dragon whipped up gusts of emerald-green storms,

and ferocious dragon heads condensed from air currents lunged toward the Mechanical Puppet in the high sky.

"You brat, I will be in the Navy for the rest of my life, get that idea out of your head!"

Garp swung his Iron Fist, using his brawling skills and the techniques he had honed himself to launch the hard stones falling from the walls of Ghost City.

Strong Fist: Fist Bone Meteor Shower.

"Too weak. You can't bring out your full strength; you pose no threat to me at all!"

Doflamingo flicked his fingers, nimbly controlling the Green-Scaled Eagle.

Although the Mechanical Puppet beast, which cost twenty thousand Reward Points, could be controlled directly by thought, if one added the parasitic strings of the String-String Fruit, this dual control was infinitely more flexible.

The Green-Scaled Eagle flapped its wings, dodging the rain of back-flowing rubble,

and tail feathers as Sharp as knives, accompanied by the flapping of its wings, pierced through the ferocious dragon heads that were biting toward it.

"Hehehehe... How will you handle this move of mine?"

Spider's Web.

White threads spread out like a spider web, entangling half the street and locking Garp and Dragon inside.

"If it's only to this extent..."

Before Dragon could finish speaking, he looked up and saw countless black spheres falling like rain.

After the black spheres landed on the ground, they made a clicking sound, extended four limbs, and crawled toward the two of them at extreme speed.

Mechanism: Scattering Beans to Make Soldiers.

Inside these dense, pitch-black beans was stored volatile black gunpowder; a mere sesame-seed-sized amount was enough to blow a Poseidon to death.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

With continuous, violent explosions, the entire Ghost City was trembling.

Black smoke rose up like a mushroom cloud.

Even the two of them, possessing Body Armor and Wind Dragon Scale Armor, were reduced to a resurrected state in an instant.

"As expected, even a skill of Purple Quality requires a powerful physical state to unleash its full power."

After resurrecting, Dragon directly consumed Reward Points to remove his weakened state.

Then,

A large amount of the Revolutionary Army's operating funds was thrown into the exchange column by him without hesitation to be converted into Reward Points.

Just like Doflamingo, Monkey D. Dragon's state also reached its peak.

"Wind Dragon Roar!"

Dragon's throat swelled, and wind elemental energy, concentrated to the extreme, gathered.

A giant Magic Circle that almost covered the entire street emerged, and a massive dragon head slowly poked out, breathing toward the sky.

The storm swept through.

With no room to dodge at all, the Green-Scaled Eagle was shredded into Fenwuliefu like a candle in the wind.

Doflamingo, who was piloting a Mechanical Puppet beast, was swallowed by the storm in the blink of an eye and turned into a white light, falling to the ground.

The aftermath of the storm knocked the just-resurrected Garp through several courtyard walls before it finally stopped.

"The Leader of the Revolutionary Army truly has guts!"

Doflamingo wobbled as he climbed up, feeling the residual power of the storm, his face full of gravity.

Suddenly,

As if sensing that the storm's energy posed a threat to him,

The Soul-Snatching Envoy, bound by chains, began to struggle frantically, but no matter how he struggled, he could not break free from the shackles of the chains.

Finally, as if to vent all the anger he had accumulated, he spread his arms, and thick, pitch-black Yin energy rapidly gathered nearby, gradually revealing a massive, pitch-black scythe.

"A scythe?"

Doflamingo looked up, and when he saw this scythe clearly, his facial muscles twitched, causing his glasses to go crooked.

"This is the Soul-Snatching Envoy's method? This is too terrifying, right?"

Smoker and Ivankov, who were in the middle of a fierce battle, also tacitly stopped and looked toward the sky.

All the players, as well as the audience behind the Den Den Mushi, held their breath and subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

The Blade of this scythe almost covered the sky of the entire Death Island.

It was unimaginably large.

If it were to be swung, the lives of every player on the entire island would be reaped in an instant.

(End of this chapter)