Teach went to great lengths before finally pulling his head out of the ice crater.
When he rubbed his dizzy head and looked up, he was met with Kizaru's teasing gaze and a smile that seemed to come with its own taunting effect.
At Teach's side, endless waves of heat surged from one direction while biting cold winds blew from the other.
Faced with this double assault of ice and fire, Teach felt like a scoop of fried ice cream at the mercy of anyone's hands.
"My life is over!"
Despair flooded Teach's heart.
"Now."
A cluster of light quietly appeared in Kizaru's hand as he casually asked:
"Will you surrender?"
Teach's breath caught, and a look of resolve flashed in his eyes.
Surrender my ass!
He had taken the blame for killing a Celestial Dragon. Would surrendering possibly end well for him?!
As the first man in history to kill a World Noble, the World Government would surely make him an example and publicly execute him!
In the silence, the killing intent around him grew increasingly frigid.
The flashlight ahead, the electric heater on the left, and the air conditioner on the right had all been cranked up to maximum at that instant.
"Gurururu, gurururu."
Just then, a Den Den Mushi suddenly rang.
"Uh."
Kuzan shut off the cold air, then took a Den Den Mushi from his pocket and picked up the receiver. "Fleet Admiral Sengoku?"
The moment the call connected, an angry roar burst from the Den Den Mushi's speaker:
"Kuzan, what the hell are you doing?!"
"Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on Garen after you got there? How did you let him run off and attack a Celestial Dragon again?!"
"What?"
Kuzan froze for a moment, then said in surprise:
"Garen killed a