Chapter 433: Artificial Green Dragon Fruit!

The Lunarian race is born with twin wings, allowing them to soar freely through the skies, and they possess the ability to manipulate fire just like Devil Fruit users.

Even beyond that, they wield abilities far more powerful than ordinary Devil Fruits.

When the flames behind them burn, they gain a defense that is nearly impregnable; when those flames extinguish, their speed explodes upward.

Truly, offense and defense united as one!

It has reached the point of being utterly unreasonable!

"An ancient weapon created by the World Government based on the Lunarian race..."

"I hope it does not disappoint."

"Hm?!"

"Is the opponent this old fellow?"

"Although his strength is somewhat lacking, he should still be barely capable of forcing S-Ryu to reveal his true depth."

On the Colosseum arena, the two figures now standing face to face.

Were none other than Chinjao, the former leader of the Happo Navy from the Flower Country of the West Blue, and S-Ryu, who had been dispatched by the Five Elders to retrieve the Eternal Pose to Laugh Tale.

The countless spectators guarding the projection screens were unfamiliar with the suddenly appearing S-Ryu, but the name of the Happo Navy from the Flower Country of the West Blue was renowned even in the New World.

In the West Blue.

The Mafia merely operated as an underground force; even bearing the title of 'Boss,' they were nothing more than rats hiding in the darkness, unable to see the light of day.

But the Happo Navy of the Flower Country was different; they were a true colossus, and their former leader Chinjao, in his youth, had even clashed several times with the Marine Hero Garp.

Although he ultimately suffered a crushing defeat at Garp's hands, losing his prized headbutt, he remained a figure whispered about as a legend.

His formidable strength naturally needed no further elaboration.

"It's Leader Chinjao!"

"The once strongest of the Flower Country in the West Blue!"

"No!"

"Even now, among pirates hailing from the West Blue, aside from that Red-Haired one, no one bears a more resounding name than his!"

"He is a monster in every sense of the word; it is said he even possesses the stance of a conqueror!"

"And his opponent..."

"Aside from some distinctive features in his appearance, there is nothing different about him, tsk..."

"How did someone like this fight his way out of the New World sector?!"

West Blue.

Inside a certain bar.

Countless Mafia members had gathered together to watch the live broadcast of the World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament.

Capone Bege sat on the sofa, his posture casual yet bold, the cigar in his hand burning and emitting a faint scent of smoke.

Ever since suffering a crushing defeat on the Sabaody Archipelago, the forces he had lost were far greater than in the original timeline, nearly amounting to total annihilation.

He had also taken the opportunity amidst the chaos to return to his main base, preparing to reorganize his pirate crew and once again charge into the New World.

"Godfather, with that Chinjao fighting, this battle... holds absolutely no suspense!"

"The odds set by the bar for the underground betting pool on these two have already skyrocketed to a terrifying one to thirty-three!"

"One for Chinjao, thirty-three for that kid called S-Ryu!"

A Mafia member dressed in a sharp suit diligently refilled Capone Bege's glass on the table, yet his eyes remained fixed on the projection screen as he advised:

"The chips you previously wagered on that S-Ryu can still be reclaimed in time; the casino here will surely grant you this favor."

"After all, that is the money we intended to use to buy a ship—!"

Hiss—!

A dining fork instantly pinned the member's hands to the table; he let out a cry of pain, and upon raising his head, he met Capone Bege's icy gaze:

"Are you teaching me how to do things?!"

"I... I... I wouldn't dare!"

"Is that so?!"

The corner of Capone Bege's mouth curled into an enigmatic smile as he looked up at the projection screen, his gaze falling upon the obscure youth, and he spoke with profound implication:

"How about we make a bet?!"

How would this Mafia member dare to resist? He nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, whatever you wish to bet on, Godfather, I accept..."

"Good!"

The amusement in Capone Bege's eyes grew even heavier:

"Let us bet on the outcome of this battle; if Chinjao loses, I will not only spare you this time but also give you an additional settlement allowance."

"But if you lose..."

"I accept, Godfather!"

Before Capone Bege could even state his conditions, this Mafia member agreed outright.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Capone Bege even carried a hint of gratitude.

Only now did he come to his senses; even if he were to speak such words of advice, he should not have done so publicly, as that was essentially slapping Capone Bege in the face.

The Boss's current approach is merely a different way of forgiving my mistake, and even because of my reminder, he is giving me a settlement allowance...

To be able to follow a boss like this, I must have been a savior in my past life!

The more he pondered.

The more moved this Mafia member became.

Capone Bege paid him no heed and continued speaking on his own:

"If you speak, I will take this hand of yours, and you must never appear before me again."

"Good!"

The mafia member was moved to tears, nodding frantically.

But the very next words out of Capone Bege's mouth made his heart skip a beat.

"Don't you find that youth somewhat familiar?! That face is practically carved from the same mold as that monster."

The mafia member suddenly lifted his head, looking at S-Dragon in the projected image, feeling only that the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed, the more he felt a sense of déjà vu.

Very quickly.

The corner of his vision swept over a wanted poster pasted on the bar wall, and a title instantly exploded in his mind!

"Knight... Gao Wen?!"

His complexion suddenly turned deathly pale, yet he clung to a sliver of hope:

"No!"

"This kid looks fourteen or fifteen years old; Knight Gao Wen is only in his twenties now, and he was once a knight of some nation in the East Sea—it's impossible for him to have a child this old!"

"It's just... just a coincidence!"

"It must be!"

Capone Bege glanced at him, his gaze filled with pity.

Although he could not see any connection between that youth and Gao Wen, that strange posture reminded him of a certain rare race he had inadvertently read about in an ancient book.

The Lunarian tribe, once honored with the title of gods!

"Truly, the anticipation is exciting!"

"The New World!"

Britannias, the Round Table Arena.

Chinjao and S-Dragon stood facing each other; seeing that his opponent was a youth, he did not take him too seriously.

Even for the most powerful genius, at this age, there are limits to what can be achieved; after all, even Knight Gao Wen truly rose to prominence only after turning twenty.

"Young man."

Chinjao wore a gentle smile; paired with his Buddha-like appearance, the whole person seemed extremely approachable as he said lightly:

"This is not yet a stage where you can intervene; if you do not wish to be injured—!"

However.

Before Chinjao could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a coarse exclamation from S-Dragon.

"You old fart, what nonsense are you blabbering about!"

"I just want to beat you to death, or be beaten to death by you!"

Chinjao's expression suddenly changed, the fury in his eyes surging instantly:

"Since that is the case, this old man will show you the distance between you and this world!"

Gulp—!

A gray curtain of light spread outward with Chinjao at its center, a powerful Conqueror's Haki exploding forth, sufficient to make an ordinary person lose consciousness immediately!

This was precisely the proof of a king.

As one of the powerful figures whose name was known even in Roger's era, Chinjao's strength was naturally beyond doubt.

However.

Merely an instant later, the Conqueror's Haki released by Chinjao was directly scattered by another wave of Conqueror's Haki that was even more formidable, more domineering, and more arrogant!