Paramount War.
Liu Lang stood atop the highest iceberg, looking down over the battlefield. He spotted Mihawk in the distance and called out with a smile, “Teacher! I’m here!”
Mihawk’s lips curled into a faint smile. He nodded once, then sat back down, signaling that he would not fight again.
Akainu furrowed his brow slightly, and Liu Lang’s voice rang out once more.
“Red Dog!” Akainu turned to look at Liu Lang, a curious glint in his eyes. “Three thousand miles of wind and snow, nine thousand leagues of sea, mountains, and moonlight. Liu Lang has come… to take your life!”
On the other side of the battlefield, Zhang Wang heard Liu Lang’s shout, and his own blood began to boil.
He looked at Aokiji. The knuckle guards on his fists rattled, as if a primordial beast were about to break free.
“I may not be good with words, but remember this, Aokiji: my name is Zhang Wang. I carry on Z’s will, and I’m here to knock some sense into you, you bastard!”
A brief introduction can’t capture all the trials and tribulations along the way. For the full story, please read the novel.
