"Yo, yo, yo! You're too scary—I'm not fighting anymore!" Kizaru's golden light flared again as he rose into the air. "I need to go back and find some help!"
Dispute—Why Not Speak When You're Right?
Go back and find help?
A sense of incongruity suddenly rose in Ronglin's heart. He could tolerate someone as sleazy as Kizaru acting cute after suffering a small setback.
But what he couldn't tolerate was this: damn it, weren't you an admiral? Were all admirals as spineless as you?
"Stop!" Knowing Kizaru was about to leave, Ronglin put on a show and stepped into the air with Moonwalk, chasing after him.
"Yo, yo, yo! A journey of a thousand miles must end in parting. Until we meet again—no need to see me off!"
Golden light blazed around Kizaru. His entire body suddenly transformed into a streak of light and shot into the sky, then abruptly changed direction midway and streaked into the distance.
Ronglin hung in midair, speechless. What the hell was that anticlimactic fight supposed to mean? Had Kizaru come here just to play around?
At that moment, Ronglin sensed a faint presence. His attention had been too focused during his fight with Kizaru to notice it, but now that he had relaxed, he immediately discovered the powerful figure hiding in the shadows and watching him.
The other party clearly had no intention of remaining hidden. When Ronglin turned his gaze toward him, he stepped out from the darkness on his own.
"Mr. Rayleigh?" Ronglin was somewhat surprised. The newcomer was none other than Dark King Rayleigh. They had just said goodbye in the shop—how had he appeared here now?
Ronglin's heart sank. Had Rayleigh been following him?
"To be able to drive back an admiral in such a short time, kid, your