The gale howled.
Between sin and liberation, it raised an unbreakable barrier.
Monkey D. Dragon wore a green cloak over what was clearly a brand-new suit. His expression was grim as he appeared before the Five Elders. In the palm of his left hand, a dark-green hurricane was already roaring.
"Garp's brat? So this riot was the work of your Revolutionary Army?"
A red gleam flashed through Saint Topman Warcury's eyes. Veins bulged across his forehead. Wisps of black smoke gradually emerged from his body, coiling around his shoulders. His hands sharpened into claws, his frame swelled, and two fangs jutted from his mouth. An aura like that of a demon god radiated from him.
A bone-chilling cold spread through the air.
The crisp sound of horse hooves rang out.
The demonically gleaming Shodai Kitetsu was drawn from its sheath. Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro said nothing. His lower body had already transformed into stark white bones, and that sound of hooves came from the skeletal white horse beneath him.
A pair of wings unfurled. Several spear-like spider legs secreted large amounts of venom. A bizarre, gigantic sandworm emerged from the abdomen.
At this moment, the forms of the Five Elders had changed completely. Black smoke-clouds coiled around each of them.
Clearly, all five of them were Mythical Zoan-type Devil Fruit users—and their fruit powers had long since awakened!
With all five gathered together, that terrifying pressure bore down on Dragon like a mountain, almost suffocating him.
But the shouts from behind him supported him.
Dragon did not take a single step back. The shrieking of the gale only grew sharper.
"Isn't that obvious? Still, this is beyond what I expected. Who could have imagined that in the Holy Land atop the Red Line, a place like a divine kingdom, five demons from hell were hiding inside?"
That ominous aura made one's hair stand on end.
"Garp's brat, you have courage. But this is no child's game. Since you came here, don't even think about leaving!"
The Five Elders' bodies rose into the air, surrounding Dragon from every direction.
Yet Dragon had already anticipated this scene. The hurricane in his hand had been waiting for a long time.
"Then let's find out!"
"Hurricane: Dragon's Rage!"
The power of the hurricane exceeded the Five Elders' imagination.
The five of them could not get close to Dragon at all. Dragon stood at the eye of the storm, while an enormous tempest had already evolved into a full-blown natural disaster.
"He's insane! He started storing up wind long ago!"
Saint Topman Warcury gritted his teeth as he frantically resisted the hurricane.
Yet even with the monstrous physical enhancement granted by an awakened Mythical Zoan fruit, before the cataclysmic hurricane that Dragon had accumulated in his hand for half an hour and now fully unleashed, his strength was still insignificant.
This was the terror of a Logia-type Devil Fruit user: drawing upon one's own power to summon a natural disaster.
The omnipresent gale swept across the entire Holy Land.
The Five Elders charged forward with all their might, and Dragon had no intention of missing such a rare opportunity to exchange blows with top-tier powerhouses. He transformed into a gust of wind, moving like a swimming dragon as he faced the Five Elders.
...
Meanwhile.
The gale howled. The flames grew fiercer and fiercer.
Quite a few Celestial Dragons had already been burned alive. Large numbers of slaves gathered behind Fisher Tiger. Whenever someone appeared in front of him to block the way, the slaves behind him would swarm forward and tear that person apart.
Those who lived in darkness did not necessarily yearn for the light.
But once they had experienced the warmth of that light, their madness toward anyone who tried to drag them back into darkness would exceed all imagination.
Another Celestial Dragon mansion.
Fisher Tiger led the slaves rushing inside. The crowd stormed madly into the basement and, without hesitation, tore the Celestial Dragon there apart alive.
Tiger, meanwhile, came to the place where the slaves were imprisoned. With the powerful arm strength of a Fish-Man, he forcibly pried open the iron cages holding them.
"T-Thank you!"
"We can't thank you enough!"
"Benefactor, I'll definitely repay you someday!"
Tiger had already heard words like these far too many times.
For those powerless slaves who were unwilling to join them, Tiger simply pointed out a direction, indicating that they should flee toward the Revolutionary Army's position.
Among them, three little girls left a slight impression on Tiger.
Especially the girl at the front. Although she was still young, her outstanding beauty already hinted at the peerless charm she would possess in the future. Her eyes were different from those of the other slaves.
"Run. Run as far as you can! There will be people over there to receive you!"
He turned and left again.
Only the three sisters remained standing where they were. After gazing at him with grateful eyes for a moment, they fled without looking back.
...
This frenzied operation became a hellish scene that countless Celestial Dragons would recall even in their nightmares.
Tiger had been very careful. From beginning to end, he wore a mask. On top of that, most of those who saw him ended up dead. As a result, although the World Government managed to infer from a few clues that the culprit might have been an extremely powerful Fish-Man, and even suspected him, they had no concrete evidence. All they were left with was suspicion.
The great fire in the Holy Land burned for an entire day and night.
In the end, the Revolutionary Army paid the price of more than five hundred warriors' lives and the deaths of two officers, but they rescued over two thousand slaves.
This was undoubtedly an astonishing feat.
That's right. The Revolutionary Army took the initiative to shoulder responsibility for the incident.
They needed fame. Even if it meant becoming a thorn in the World Government's side, it did not matter. After all, this was the very path they had chosen.
Tiger's presence was greatly downplayed.
In this massive riot, he had also suffered severe injuries. However, thanks to a timely retreat, he received medical aid from the Revolutionary Army, and his life was no longer in danger.
This uprising became an absolute victory for Fisher Tiger and the Revolutionary Army.
The World Government lost all face.
Logically speaking, no one would have dared report such news to the outside world. Unfortunately for them, on that very day, a high-ranking World Government official was celebrating his birthday, and several reporters from the World Economy News Paper had come to the Holy Land.
They did not care about the consequences.
If there was a problem, go talk to their boss, Morgans!
As for threatening Morgans?
Sorry, he was just a newsman.
And if there really was an issue, then please go speak with the man behind him—the New World Emperor, "Rampage" Roldy!
...
"Hah! That was insane!"
Fisher Tiger lay sprawled across the deck without the slightest regard for his image.
He was exhausted and panting heavily. His body was wrapped in bandages, and faint traces of crimson seeped through the clean white cloth.
He lay on the deck, gasping for breath.
Beside him were members of the Revolutionary Army. These revolutionaries looked at the Fish-Man with complicated yet admiring gazes.
He was truly remarkable.
"Ha… haha… hahahahaha!"
Tiger began laughing.
At first, it came out in broken bursts. Then, it turned into unrestrained laughter.
Tears even formed at the corners of his eyes.
Only heaven knew how much his suppressed emotions had tormented him. Now that they had finally been released, he felt refreshed in both body and soul.
Crack!
Red lightning erupted.
An aura like that of an Asura burst from Tiger's body.
The aura was very faint, but it still caused quite a few wounded Revolutionary Army soldiers to roll their eyes back and collapse unconscious.
"Has your Conqueror's Haki awakened? That makes sense. For a brave warrior like you, sir, it would be stranger if you didn't possess Conqueror's Haki."
A tall figure walked out from the cabin.
His upper body was bare, and almost his entire body was tightly wrapped in bandages.
"Chief!"
The remaining members of the Revolutionary Army hurriedly greeted him.
Clearly, this man was the leader of the Revolutionary Army—Monkey D. Dragon.
"Mr. Dragon, I'm truly grateful for your help this time."
Tiger stood up and extended his hand in friendship.
Toward these humans who held no racial prejudice, Tiger, having vented most of his resentment, was willing to place his trust in people once more.
"No, no. I should be the one thanking you for your help. Without you, this operation would never have gone so smoothly. We have fired the first shot of resistance for the people of this world! That is a great thing."
"So, Mr. Tiger, would you be interested in joining our Revolutionary Army?"
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