“Law?!”
Lao G’s eyes widened.
Afraid of misidentifying him, he rubbed his eyes again, confirming the boy before him was indeed Law.
He reflexively patted himself down, searching for a Den Den Mushi.
“Damn it, I forgot to bring one, G!”
Goluseus got up and retrieved his cleaver, unable to read the situation as he shouted: “Lord Lao G, leave this brat to me!
I’ll chop him into a pile of meat paste!”
Hm?
Lao G was furious.
“Headache Style!” He clutched his head with one hand, feigning a headache, then spun rapidly and swung his right arm in a wide arc, slapping Goluseus.
“Tornado Slap!”
“Shut up, G!
I’m warning you — if you dare lay a finger on Law, I’ll beat you to death, G!”
After warning him, Lao G turned around: “Law, come back with me, G.”
“I need to tell the Young Master this good news.
He’ll be overjoyed, G.”
“The Young Master has been waiting for you, G.”
Law raised his blade, his other hand poised for battle: “How interesting.
I’ve been thinking about him too.”
Lao G smiled — only for Law to cut him off: “I’ve been thinking about killing him with my own hands!”
Lao G’s smile vanished, his expression turning serious: “Even you cannot say such things, G!”
“Oh?
Then listen well — I will kill Doflamingo with my own hands!”
“It seems I have no choice but to teach you a lesson, G!” Lao G pushed off the ground and charged toward the stage.
“ROOM — Shambles!”
Law’s focus was razor-sharp.
For the first time, he felt an indescribable smoothness — his swordsmanship and ability combining flawlessly, unleashing the strongest strike of his life.
The ROOM expanded rapidly, instantly enveloping Lao G.
An invisible sword aura slashed across his waist, colliding with a burst of explosive force.
“GAAAHHH!
G!!”
Law saw the man’s bodysuit tear open, revealing a midsection gleaming with black radiance.
The sword aura was deflected.
His mind shaken, the ROOM dissipated.
What was that?
Could it be the Armament Haki Kane had mentioned?
The man did not stop.
He raised his fist and brought it down with force.
Just as Law was about to be struck, a flurry of dark shadows flashed past, slamming into Lao G and tackling him to the other side of the stage.
Kane’s ghosts — piled on top of him, pinning him down.
“Goken: Wild Punching, G!”
A blur of fists flashed, sending all the ghosts flying — embedded in the ceiling.
“You’re still alive?”
Following Lao G’s gaze, Kane leaped out of the crater, cracking his neck with a pop.
His demonic hand tore off his tattered shirt.
He raised his long sword high, the tip gleaming with cold light.
“Enough talk.
Round two begins.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Kane leaped forward. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Ominous ghostly aura clung to his blade as dark purple energy poured forth.
“Oni Giri!”
“Back Pain Style: Type Ice, G!”
Lao G bent over in the pose of a recurring back pain flare-up, his hands forming a G shape as he gathered power.
The next instant, he met the blade head-on, spinning and leaping with his eyes closed, evading the slash at incredible speed.
Then he struck Kane’s shoulder — the force so great it numbed the joint, nearly making Kane lose his grip on his sword.
“Tenacious will.
A worthy swordsman.
But this is where it ends — fall now, G!”
Lao G clasped his hands together, raised them high, and brought them down with crushing force.
Second Ghost God, Phantom Shadow Kaija!
Kane roared inwardly.
The Phantom Shadow’s power activated.
He blurred past Lao G in an instant, his blade sweeping across the man’s chest — only to be stopped by Armament Haki.
“You’re quite impressive.
In the North Blue, you’d be considered a master.
Even against pirates with the same bounty as me, they’d be no match for you, G.”
Lao G stood with his back to Kane, fist charging with power.
“Too bad you’re up against me.
My strength can’t be defined by a mere 61 million Beri bounty, G!”
He turned his head, ready to end the fight — only to see, to his shock, the ghost god behind Kane twist its body in an impossible angle.
The blade in its right hand easily sliced across his back.
“GUH…!
Unforgivable!
Back Pain Style: Pain of the Undying Samurai, G!”
Lao G spun at a speed beyond human dynamic vision, unleashing a flurry of strikes.
Slower.
Let the breathing slow.
Calm down.
Stay composed.
Observation Haki — activate!
Kane pushed his perception to its limit, his afterimages parrying every single strike.
He was even faster.
His blade struck the man multiple times.
But Lao G was prepared.
With Armament Haki protecting him, the blade inflicted no damage at all.
The Second Ghost God’s Phantom Shadow blade could barely break through the defense — and even then, only inflicting minor wounds.
What should he do?
Armament Haki — awaken already!
No.
He couldn’t panic.
The more he panicked, the further he’d be from his goal.
Kane forced himself to stay calm.
But his concentration slipped for just a moment — and the opponent seized that instant perfectly.
Kane cried out in pain.
His wrist was struck.
He tried to create distance, but his body was half a beat too slow.
Attack after attack came crashing down.
After the brutal onslaught, Lao G resumed his fighting stance, hands forming a G shape as he gathered powerful ki.
He was about to unleash Goken’s ultimate technique — the strongest ki palm strike to end the fight.
“Goken: G’s Imprint!”
“ROOM — Shambles!”
A visible wave of ki energy shot forward.
In that instant, the ROOM expanded.
Kane vanished from his spot — a chair appearing in his place.
The ki wave shattered the chair, pierced through everything in its path, and blasted through the wall — opening a massive hole in the auction house.
Sunlight streamed in.
People on the street craned their necks to peek inside.
Spotting the towering figure within, they quickly fled.
“Cough, cough, cough!”
Goluseus shoved the debris off himself, dazed for a long moment before finally coming to his senses.
He turned his head — hatred flickering in his eyes.
Lao G sensed it and turned.
Goluseus quickly put on a smiling face, afraid of getting another beating.
Damn it!
Bastard!
You brainless giant!
I was trying to help you, and you hit me?!
If you weren’t stronger than me, I’d have cut you down long ago!
He kept a smile on his face, but his mind was running through a whole inner drama — already titled “Lord Evil Eye Beats Up Lao G!”
Even after the fantasy, he was still unsatisfied.
Then Kane staggered to his feet — catching his eye.
You’ll do!
He swung his cleaver, activated his Evil Eye Domain, and shouted: “Don’t hold back!
That kid’s about done for!
Everyone together!”
The slave traders hiding in the corners of the hall emerged one by one and rallied to him.
Law stepped in front of Kane: “Anyone who wants to die — come forward!”
Goluseus looked at Lao G.
Seeing no reaction — just the man staring blankly at his own hands — Goluseus knew he was feeling the buffs.
That’s right.
He’d given Lao G the boost too.
“Listen up — no one touches the brat in the snow leopard hat!
We cut down the bastard behind him!”
“OHHH!”
Law broke out in a cold sweat, but he couldn’t afford to hesitate.
A white cyclone swirled beneath his palm, ready to activate his ability at any moment.
“Captain!
We’re here!”
The backstage doors shattered.
A pile of guards came flying out.
Bepo led the charge, leaping onto the stage.
Shachi and Penguin followed close behind.
Behind them came a crew of pirates — armed with the guards’ weapons, their eyes locked on the slave traders.
“Still not strong enough.” Kane dragged his long sword to the front, the tip scraping a long line across the floor as he faced the enemy head-on.
“Then — round three.
Begin!”