Young Conqueror's Haki, Escalation

"Hey!!! You bastards, you're all here for Austin, aren't you?!"

Old Gick was tied to a tree trunk, his body covered in fresh wounds, his eyes bloodshot.

Hot tears streamed from his eyes as he stared at those so-called World Nobles and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Then come at me! They're just a bunch of children!!!"

The surrounding Homies were also wailing in agony.

Without black boxes like Old Gick and Dante to protect them, the Knights of God had naturally treated them as tools for venting their anger.

Even so, they still launched fearless attacks in accordance with the commands embedded in their souls.

"No!!!"

"So scary, these unkillable monsters!!!"

"Against monsters like this, you can't even muster the will to resist!!!"

Under the impact of the red-haired twins' Conqueror's Haki, the Homies, already driven by fragile souls, were now even more on the verge of collapse.

Though they continued attacking one after another, their human-like expressions were filled with fear and timidity.

Well...

Yeah...

Old Gick gritted his teeth as he watched the Knights of God members clad in noble attire, utterly unfazed by the attacks around them.

Despair inevitably crept into his heart.

This was not the first time he had encountered such a situation.

More than twenty years ago, on the battlefield of God Valley, the ordinary crew members of the Rocks Pirates had felt the same way when they faced the Knights of God.

They could not defeat them head-on. Even if they fought to the death, they could at most leave a few more wounds on their opponents.

And even when those wounds appeared, they would heal again in an utterly unreasonable manner.

Thinking of this, even someone as strong-willed as Old Gick could not help letting his gaze dim.

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