"Husband, I'll leave Kaido to you."
Gion smiled softly and dashed forward with her sword drawn.
"Roar!"
With Gion holding Big Mom, Lynch transformed into a massive Sun Candle beast, nearly 500 meters tall, and appeared in mid-air. Flames gather in his bloody jaws.
The next moment, a blazing pillar of fire, a hundred meters thick, erupted from his mouth blasting straight toward the falling island.
Kaido was shocked by Lynch's size.
His own dragon form was only 200 meters long.
This guy… is more than twice that?!
"Wororor~ Don't get cocky, kid. Not while I'm here!"
Pushing down his surprise, Kaido roared and unleashed a massive stream of flames that lit up half the battlefield, turning the sky a fiery red.
His fire clashed head-on with Lynch's pillar of flame.
Boom!
The two fires collided, rolling and twisting violently. Heat waves surged, raising the temperature of the sea around them.
"What?!"
Kaido had thought their flames would cancel each other out but Lynch's fire completely devoured his own.
Kaido had no choice but to launch another fire blast to finally stop the attack.
Sweat formed on dragon Kaido's forehead.
It had only been a few years… How did that brat get this strong?!
What made Kaido even more excited was that Lynch hadn't reached his limit he was still getting stronger.
How was that even possible?!
How many years had it been?
Twenty, maybe thirty years ago, Kaido had already reached his peak. Since then, no matter how hard he trained, he couldn't improve anymore.
Fighting, training none of it helped.
That's why he turned to drinking and trying to kill himself, over and over again.
He wasn't the only one. Linlin and that old man Whitebeard were the same.
Once they reached a certain level, it was like something invisible was holding them back.
But now, Lynch seemed to have broken that wall.
How could Kaido not feel excited and shocked?
In truth, Lynch hadn't broken the world's limits.
He had only found another way forward using the Devouring Gene and the essence of Sea Kings to push his body beyond the bottleneck.
"Worororo~ You brat! Don't think I'll just let you succeed!"
Kaido, in his massive blue dragon form, charged straight at Lynch, trying to stop him from blasting the falling island.
Kaido's 200-meter-long body was already enormous but against Lynch's nearly 500-meter-tall beast form, he looked small.
The two giants clashed in the air, every move filled with wild power.
Lynch's claws each as tall as a ten-story building grabbed Kaido and ripped hard.
"Argh!!" Kaido howled in pain and bit down on Lynch's claw in return.
"It's so loud!!"
The pirates below covered their ears in pain, feeling like their eardrums were about to burst from Kaido's thunderous roar.
"So... incredible..."
Some pirates stood frozen, staring at the two giant beasts fighting in the sky. Their jaws dropped.
For a moment, they forgot they were even on a battlefield.
Unlike Sea Kings, whose huge bodies stay underwater, Lynch and Kaido were fighting right above their heads, fully visible in the sky. Every move, every clash it was all clear as day.
The sight was overwhelming.
And this was no ordinary monster fight. This was a clash between two kings not even the mighty Sea Kings could compare to this.
Some pirates were already trying to burn this moment into their memory.
This was tavern-bragging material for life.
"Am I dreaming? The Sun Candle Beast fighting the Azure Dragon... isn't this the kind of thing you only hear about in ancient legends?"
Batman of the Six Emperors pinched his own thigh hard. The sharp pain told him this was very real.
"Quack quack quack! Big news! Huge news!!"
A massive, human-sized bird, covered in cameras and recording gear, hovered in the sky an enlarged version of the familiar News Coo.
"Hehehe! Where there's big news, there's me Lord Morgans!"
Standing proudly on the bird's back, Morgans whipped out his camera. His finger hit the shutter so fast it blurred into an afterimage, snapping dozens of photos of the Sun Candle Beast and the Azure Dragon mid-battle.
He grinned wide, already imagining the headlines.
"Big news, big news!" Morgans' feathers trembled with excitement.
Who had ever seen the mythical Sun Candle Beast fighting the Azure Dragon?
Even a single photo would make the entire newspaper sell out!
Right from the start, this battle was full of explosive moments. Morgans had a gut feeling it was going to be a goldmine of content.
He was already planning ahead: once he got back to the newsroom, he'd release the story in a series of thirty-six issues. One piece at a time. Milk it for all it's worth.
"Hehehe…" Morgans chuckled, his eyes gleaming with madness.
It was like he could already see money and fame rushing toward him.
People across the seas would be talking about the photos he captured—how thrilling and historic it all was.
"Perfect. Good thing we arrived just in time. Would've been a shame to miss this!"
Morgans kicked his assistant, who stood behind him, with his chicken foot and barked,
"Pheasant! What are you waiting for? Set up the live stream, now!"
That's right. Morgans didn't just want money, he wanted double the money.
Ever since the live broadcast of Lynch's wedding went viral, Morgans had tasted success and never looked back. He fully embraced the world of streaming.
Now, he wasn't just the king of news, he was also the king of live broadcasts.
Morgans felt increasingly proud of his foresight.
Feeling that the work is very busy this time, it is indeed the right choice to bring an assistant.
How could one person take photos and run a live broadcast at the same time?
That's where Pheasant came in—Morgans' assistant.
In the world of journalism, reporters usually give themselves code names to protect their real identities, especially since the stories they report can offend powerful people.
Morgans, for example, always appears in his half-bird form and never reveals his true face.
Pheasant is a bit of an oddball with a shock of red hair.
He chose his name because he wants to stand tall in the world of journalism, like a proud mountain bird. Like his boss, the "chicken brother," he refuses to tolerate shady or dishonest reporting.
Any news that passes through Pheasant's hands must be real no fabrications allowed.
That's why he looks down on stories like "Sengoku's Secret Love with the Sheep" or "The King of West Blue's Seven Rounds in One Night."
"Boss, look down... I think we might've shown up late," Pheasant said nervously as he activated the live broadcast with the den den mushi.
"Ahhh!!!" Morgans clutched his chest in horror.
Below them, the sea was stained with blood, broken ships drifted everywhere, and chaos reigned as soldiers fought fiercely on both sides.
It was obvious the battle had already started some time ago.
The thought of missing such a huge scoop nearly made Morgans faint from heartbreak.
He looked devastated, like he might actually die.
And not from too much milk this time.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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