One Piece: Kaido's adopted son, starts with the Eight Gates Formation.

The pointer, as if sensing that pure and intense fighting spirit, slowed down more and more, and finally, with a crisp sound, stopped precisely on the square of [Kenpachi Zaraki]!

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Kenpachi Zaraki let out a deafening roar, slamming his tattered ashen dagger into the ground, his whole body trembling violently with extreme excitement.

"Finally... finally it's my turn!"

His gaze, like that of the hungriest beast, swept wildly over the remaining Espada, as if he were choosing a feast to satisfy his hunger.

Finally, his gaze settled on the man who had been listless from beginning to end, seemingly uninterested in everything, and was just yawning while leaning in mid-air.

First Blade, Koyatai Stark!

In Kenpachi Zaraki's beast-like intuition, this seemingly most harmless man possessed the strongest, and also the most... "delicious," power, aside from the green-eyed masked man whom the young master had casually wiped out!

"Hey! You're the one!" Kenpachi Zaraki pointed a finger at Stark, roaring with maniacal laughter, "That old man who looks like he hasn't slept yet! Your aura... is the strongest! Come and fight me!"

"Ugh... this is such a hassle..."

Stark looked down at the man below who seemed to have gone mad and sighed helplessly.

Lilynette Gingerbuck, standing beside him, materialized into human form, hands on her hips, and yelled in annoyance, "Hey, Stark! That scarred old man is provoking you! Take him down!"

Stark rubbed his messy brown curly hair. He glanced at Nnoitra, who had fallen into a coma not far away, and then at Grimmjow, who had been punched into the ruins by Kaido and whose life or death was unknown. A rare solemnity flashed in his usually sleepy eyes.

He knew that this so-called "game" could kill people.

Moreover, the loser's fate is even more tragic than death.

"I know, I know," Stark replied perfunctorily, then looked at Lynn on the throne and asked lazily, "Um... Your Majesty, little king, are there any special rules for our battle?"

"Hmm?" Lynn tilted his head, seemingly pleased with Stark's form of address. He thought for a moment, then said with a grin, "The rules are... until one of them can't stand up anymore! The winner gets a bottle of my rare, out-of-print orange soda!"

After saying that, as if by magic, he produced a beautifully packaged bottle of orange-flavored soda that was still emitting cold air and shook it in his hand.

"..."

Stark's lips twitched uncontrollably.

So, their life-or-death battle was wagered on a bottle of orange soda?

What is this?

However, Kenpachi Zaraki below couldn't wait any longer.

"Enough talk! Come on, let's fight!"

He roared, stomped his foot hard, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball, turning into a golden streak of light and soaring straight into the sky!

That violent, unadorned golden spiritual pressure, like a giant axe that split the heavens and the earth, cleaved down towards Stark!

"Seriously, can't people just have a proper afternoon nap...?"

Stark complained, but his eyes suddenly became incredibly sharp!

He placed his hand on Lilynette's head.

"Lilynette".

"Um!"

"Let's go."

"It should have been done a long time ago!"

As their conversation ended, Lilynette's figure transformed into a streak of light and merged into Stark's body. Immediately afterward, Stark drew his twin pistols from his waist.

"Chase him down, Los Lobos!"

boom--!!!!