Kizaru's kick was astonishingly fast and terrifyingly powerful. One phrase he often had on his lips was: speed was power!
Fortunately, Carlos's Observation Haki and Mangekyō Sharingan insight were both exceptionally sharp. He had caught Kizaru's trajectory, and with the explosive power of Wind Thunder Leg, he could have dodged it. But there was no need to.
The special ability of the triangular-scythe Mangekyō Sharingan was the perfect way to deal with a speed-type expert like Kizaru.
Kizaru's foot touched Carlos's head without encountering any resistance, passing straight through his body. A golden Laser Beam shot into the sea, its violent power exploding and blasting apart a wave as a column of water dozens of meters high surged into the sky!
The many Marines were instantly dumbfounded, their eyeballs seeming ready to pop out of their sockets.
Carlos sighed softly. It seemed there was no way to settle things peacefully today.
Though his own forceful behavior had greatly contributed to the situation, the Marines' belief that they could easily handle him was also a major factor. If he died, the situation would be a tremendous boon to the World Government.
The West Blue Mafia splitting apart might turn the West Sea into a chaotic mess, but such a threat was acceptable to both the World Government and the Marines. A unified West Blue Mafia, however, posed far too great a threat. A force twisted into a single rope had never been easy to deal with.
But Kizaru and the other Marines had no idea what kind of power he possessed. He was absolutely not comparable to some rookie from the Grand Line.
Since Kizaru had struck first, conflict was unavoidable. Carlos had never been a man to take a beating without fighting back!
Even without great power, he would have