"So, it really was the King's Punch?"
On the way back to Fish-Man Island, Tesoro asked.
"Yeah."
Bright nodded. Tesoro already knew about it, so there was no need to hide it from him.
"Gasp—"
Tesoro sucked in a sharp breath.
He had seen much of the world and had a clear understanding of the powerhouses of the sea.
"That move was really that powerful?"
Tesoro exclaimed.
At least at the instant he threw that punch, Bright had possessed strength close to the very pinnacle of the sea!
Amazing! Truly amazing!
There was actually such a powerful technique in the world!
He could not help but lick his lips as he looked at Bright.
"Don't even think about it."
Bright smiled faintly. "Have you forgotten the limitations of that technique?"
"Tch."
Tesoro clicked his tongue in displeasure. Missing out on such a formidable technique was naturally regrettable.
So why could Bright use it? Hadn't it been said that only the Elizabello Family's special physique, passed down through generations, could use it?
Of course, Tesoro did not ask that question aloud. He had no intention of prying into his friend's privacy.
"But Bright, that makes me understand even less,"
Tesoro said in surprise. "Shouldn't a move like that be used as a trump card?"
"That's exactly the point. Whether it was Zephyr, who saw that move, or the higher-ups in the government who heard about it from him, none of them knew it was my trump card," Bright said with a smile.
Tesoro froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. "I see! So that's what you're planning, you brat!"
The only thing this world respected was strength. Even the World Government, even the Five Elders, could not afford to show Bright the slightest contempt after realizing that he, from the