Ahead was Zefa's mountain-heavy Haki fist.
Behind him was Borsalino's Light Speed Kick, faster than lightning.
Facing the joint assault of a former Navy Admiral and an Admiral Candidate who had surpassed his mentor, attacked from both front and rear, any Headquarters Vice Admiral other than Garp would not even have time to react. They could only stand there and take the blows, then be instantly defeated.
The stronger Shichibukai, however, could react.
Though they could not block both attacks completely, they at least had a choice: take Zefa's Iron Fist or Borsalino's Light Speed Kick.
One punch and one kick—unless one was a top-tier Admiral or Emperor, anyone would have to choose between the Iron Fist and the Light Speed Kick.
However.
Faced with the pincer attack from his teacher and senior, Rosen remained calmly seated on the sofa. He neither rose to evade nor drew his blade to respond. Instead, he held a teacup in one hand and, as though no one else were present, brought the tea to his lips, savoring its delicate fragrance as it flowed across his tongue and teeth.
Only when Borsalino's Light Speed Kick descended from above like an indestructible laser sword, just as it was about to strike his shoulder, did he finally move.
Or rather, the Haki within Rosen's body finally moved.
Without Rosen himself making any movement, his Armament Haki erupted from within him like a volcano, surging forth like spewing magma.
The instant the Haki burst from his body, it transformed before Borsalino's astonished gaze into a thick, crystal-like layer of purple light. It spread across and enveloped his entire body. Even an attack that could penetrate every opening could only return without success.
And that was not all.
After the purple light wrapped around Rosen's entire body and