Clang, clang, clang...! Everyone in the Roger Pirates except Roger drew their swords, their expressions grave. What had just happened already showed the terrifying power of that Golden Spear. Looking at the sky filled with golden light, they all swallowed hard.
"This is bad, Rayleigh," Gaban said tremulously behind Rayleigh.
According to their previous plan, they were not supposed to fight on the island. They feared that brat would use rocks to launch that Infinite Firepower Mode attack again. Yet now, that brat could unleash that kind of strike without the aid of rocks, and the attacks were clearly more solid and more powerful. How were they supposed to fight this?
Thinking of this, Gaban and the others looked at Roger worriedly, unsure of what he would choose.
Roger's choice was naturally to fight first and talk later. He would never think himself weak; Garp was simply too weak to block it.
"Brat Luo Han, your ability really is strange! Come to think of it, I've never fought you before! This is perfect!"
Roger stared gravely at Luo Han in the sky. He stepped forward with his right foot, held his sword behind him with his left hand, and reached back with his right to grip the hilt, taking a sword-drawing stance.
"Ten Thousand Blades Drawn for... One!"
Roger shouted lowly. In an instant, everyone seemed to see countless afterimages of sword draws converge into a single drawing slash.
Clang! A massive crescent-shaped Slash Wave instantly cut toward Luo Han.
Luo Han had already activated Psychic Armament Mode when Roger began gathering power. His expression grave, he threw a right punch filled with Psychic Armament at the Slash Wave coming from below.
Clang! Sizzle, sizzle!
"So heavy!"
That was Luo Han's most immediate feeling. Compared to Golden Lion's slashes, which