"Still, what were you planning to do next? Run away, or... admit defeat?" Marco asked with half-lidded eyes.
"I had considered it. After all, your Mythical Zoan ability is truly disgusting." Longinus sighed softly. He now understood why Kizaru had been so eager to find another opponent.
Marco was like a piece of sticky plaster. Someone slightly weaker than him could fight him to a standstill, while someone slightly stronger than him, like Kizaru, could still end up evenly matched with him.
Marco's ability practically forced a fifty-fifty fight, dragging his opponent down to the same level before relying on his abundant experience... or, more accurately, his long lifespan to wear them to death.
In Longinus's view, if the aftereffects of fighting Marco for too long were not so troublesome, Kizaru would probably have been happy to keep playing with an opponent like this. After all, it was a perfectly legitimate chance to slack off.
"Still, before that, I plan to leave you with a little gift." Longinus's amiable smile sent a chill down Marco's spine. He felt that smile carried far too many inexplicable meanings.
"A gift from the Marines? Those are quite rare!" Marco raced across the ice, his wings slicing through the air like blades as azure flames drifted behind him like shadows.
Longinus slammed a fist into the ice. The ground beneath them instantly shattered into splintered sheets, but Marco's movement was not hindered in the slightest. His short dash merely became a high-speed glide.
"Being wary of seawater is a required lesson for every ability user!" Marco sneered lightly as he brought down a powerful axe kick.
Longinus crossed his arms and blocked Marco's kick. Azure flames spread over Longinus's arms like gangrene. They had no heat and did not burn, yet they gave off